She wasn't listening to him. Her mind had blocked the sound of his voice while it went on overdrive trying to make an escape plan. She couldn't make one. She had her hands in chains connected to the wall, her ankles were in handcuffs and her head hurt like hell. But she had nothing covering her mouth. If only he got closer she could bite him, head butt him, do what ever she could think of to get him cripple and to give Booth time to find her. Booth would find her right? She stopped ignoring him, and worked up a plan to try to get him closer. "Now I am going to torture you." Wow, she tuned in at a scary moment.

"May I ask why?"

"No." He said, and then delivered a punch to her in her stomach. It hurt, and usually she wouldn't scream, but she hoped Booth was near by and would hear her. So she screamed. Louder than she ever thought she could. And it had hurt more than the normal punch, because of her bracelet. He kept punching her. She felt her body bruise and her skin tear and blood to start falling. She heard him laugh, a laugh of pure evilness and… pleasure. After about ten punches, she couldn't scream anymore. There wasn't enough left in her. She was in too much pain. So she just let each punch come; only fighting now to keep from blacking out from the pain. She had to stay awake. Booth would find her; booth would save her. He would put this horrible man behind bars. She heard something fall. Like a pile of boxes.

"Shit!" said the man who had been slowly killing her. She was too exhausted to do much. She watched as he grabbed a gun out of his bag. She heard in the distance.

"Look what you did! What ever that idiot is chasing will know where we are now! And the dude gave us bullet proof vests! This guy has got to be bad!"

"You were the one who tripped me!" Who ever these guys were, they weren't Booth. But who were they then? And who was this third guy? Was that Booth? The waiting was torturing her so she yelled "Booth?" But got nothing.

***

They were running after the guy, not knowing what was really going on. He had just taken out a gun and passed them bullet proof vests. Was the guy part of the mob or something? Shit, they had just knocked over some boxes. This was bad, real bad.

"Look what you did! What ever that idiot is chasing will know where we are now! And the dude gave us bullet proof vests! This guy has got to be bad!"

"You were the one who tripped me!" Great, they just made more noise! They were going to get themselves killed! They ran through the maze of boxes and saw the weird guy up ahead. He had his gun out. Great, now he was going to kill someone and probably kill them too after they watched. They came up behind him, trying their best not to be panting, they could only imagine how bad that would be if they made enough noise to get them caught. They rested for a moment, but became fearful when they heard someone walking over to them, slowly. The weird guy must be trying to take that guy out. They were about to run when they heard two gun shots.

***

He had been following bone's screams, but they stopped. Was she okay? Had he killed her? Then he heard some boxes fall. Those sorry excuses for law enforcement!

"Look what you did! What ever that idiot is chasing will know where we are now! And the dude gave us bullet proof vests! This guy has got to be bad!"

"You were the one who tripped me!" Great, now they had given away their position! Good thing he had given them the bullet proof vests. He had no idea where Bones was though, and this place was huge, with mazes of boxes. He went down one row then turned left, then right then left again. He came to a fork and chose the left. He saw a shadow, just a glance at a human being. He ran after it, sneakily he crouched down watching as who was most likely the killer. He pointed his gun, following quietly as the killer ran. He heard Bones call his name. She was alive! That's when he faulted. One of his foot falls was just a little too loud. The killer heard it. He jumped behind a pile of boxes as the killer turned around. But then he heard foot steps behind him. Shit! The guy had back up. But nothing happened. He heard breath behind him of people trying their best not to be panting. They must be the cops. The killer walked slowly, looking behind each pile, pointing his gun at the ready. He finally came around to the pile of boxes Booth and the cops were behind. Booth had his gun pointed, ready to shoot. The killer shot before Booth, but didn't hit anyone. Booth shot, a split second later, hitting the guy through the heart. He watched as his faced turned white, and turned to look at the cops, whose faces were almost equally white. He laughed.

"Never killed anyone, huh?"

"Never."

"I can honestly say you never get used to it." Booth ran off, leaving the two stunned police officers behind.

***

She heard two gun shots. Was Booth okay? Was the guy dead, or was Booth? WAS BOOTH OKAY!?!?! She hoped those shots were at her attacker. But Booth never shot twice! He was too good to have to shoot twice! She heard someone running to her. Was it her attacker, coming to show off his most recent kill? Was it Booth coming to save her? Was it who ever she heard earlier, coming to kill her, coming to rescue her? WAS BOOTH OKAY!?!?!? He was, because two seconds later he came out from behind a pile of boxes.

"Booth! Are you okay?" She looked him over, he looked fine.

He answered by hugging her, then kissing her. She was crying the entire time. They soon realized they had an audience. Two perplexed looking police officers. They passed booth a pick pocking kit of some kind and he started to undo her restraints.

"What happened?" She had to know.

"Don't worry Bones, He's dead." She sighed a sigh of relief, then looked at the police officers.

"Booth, why do they look so… stunned?" She asked. He looked surprised.

"Temperance, temperance, temperance, you are learning to read people!" Finally one of the police officers spoke.

"You're Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan! You guys have the highest solve rate of anyone!"

"Yes we are, and Bones, they are stunned because they just saw me kill that man who was killing you." She was glad he had answered her.

"Well yeah. Even if he is a bad guy you still killed him! It's a little surprising!" the police officer said.

"You really feel nothing?" the other asked.

"I would kill for her and feel nothing easy." Was his answer.

"Plus he was a sniper and has killed a lot before." Brennan added, shaking out her sore wrists.

Keep reading for more! I have the rest planned out in my mind, just need to type it all up!