A/N: Hey folks this chapter may be shorter than the others. I couldn't find another good spot to end this one, so I divided it up into two chapters.

I am appreciating the reviews I am getting on this story. For the few who asked why Sparling was killed instead of Perotta, the answer is simple. I didn't change my story mid-stream, I always planned on getting rid of Sparling. I saw that Perotta had chemistry with the others and I have plans for her in a future ep, maybe even romance?

Sparling...well, she always got on my nerves.

If anyone has suggestions I am welcome to reading them as I have several more ideas for fanfics in the future. However, I do have to follow my muse. I hope you enjoy what it tells me to write and that you keep the reviews up. They help a lot! They're my brain candy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but excited about tonight and Friday!

Perotta woke up to a repulsive but familiar smell. As she lifted her head to gather her surroundings, she could faintly hear a land line phone ringing in another room. Looking around, she found the source of the odor.

Zane Reynolds, arrested several weeks earlier because he was suspected to have murdered two FBI agents, was lying in front of her. His entire abdominal cavity was gone. What she recognized as human tissue and blood was all over, including on her as she noticed her arms covered with a sticky substance. Looking further, she saw that his hand was clinging to a small piece of material.

The events of the last few hours were a fog with only images. The pain in her abdominal area and thighs gave her suspicions, ones that she was unable to put into words. She was pretty sure she remembered Reynolds speaking to Pelant. She knew his annoying voice anywhere, even as groggy as she was.

The images she remembered took over her thoughts. She looked back at the body and began to be filled with anger as her suspicions began to take hold. "I would—I would have killed you slowly you son of a bitch, but Pelant beat me to it."

Suddenly the room felt very warm. She tried to move but pain shot through her entire body as her abdomen throbbed horribly and her leg stung. Looking down, she saw what looked like dirt and particulates inside of her burn oozing onto on a dirty carpet. Fighting the urge to vomit from the pain on her leg, she looked around at her surroundings. To her right, she saw a small heat register. Two seconds later, she saw faint smoke followed by heavier smoke seeping in.

"Shit, I have to get out of here."

Perotta tried to get up again, but the pain was intense. Bracing herself, she moved again, crying tears of pain and agony as she adjusted herself. Thinking quickly, she pulled the material out of Reynolds' hand and made the tightest fist possible around it. When she was centered to where she could move, she started to crawl her way towards the glass door ahead.

"God, if you get me out of here, I will do better. I was just sick of being shit on by people, so I became a bitch, but I don't want to die. I won't die because of Christopher Pelant."

She could only inch slowly as she made her way to the sliding glass door that seemed a mile away. Grabbing a broom that was nearby, Perotta tried to poke at the glass as she attempted to hold her breath. She was able to get one hole made at the bottom of the glass before being overcome by the smoke.

Pelant arrived back at his place annoyed. His plan to use Dr. Brennan as bait for Agent Booth was ruined by incompetent help. However, he was able to remedy that and get rid of another FBI agent at the same time. His match on a phone trick was old-school but he thought it was very clever. It would give him a head start before the cavalry would come in, but all traces of him would be destroyed by then. All that would remain of Reynolds and Agent Perotta would be ash and bones.

He put down his bag, but then looked and saw the rip in his t-shirt. Realizing where it came from, he laughed.

"That loser Zane must have ripped it before he became hamburger. Oh well, soon it will be nothing more than a crispy mess. It's too bad…I really liked this shirt."

He looked at a calendar but got frustrated as he couldn't remember why he had July 4th circled in red. After a moment, he got up and looked at a picture.

"That's why I had it circled. I can't believe I forgot that Dad's coming home. It'll be great and it's a national holiday. Temperance Brennan and her little bundle of joy will be dead so that will be number…four and five. Booth will finally understand why you don't cross me. I'll kill him of course, and then my father won't have a choice but to accept me. Once my father sees there's no one left to hold onto a pedestal but me, it will all be okay. He'll love me."

He put the photo down. "Time for Plan B." He slurred slightly.

He started to walk but his left leg totally gave out and he fell. The paralysis was getting worse and now hit the left side of his face. He noted at times his speech started to slur at times.

Taking a deep breath, he got up and made himself slowly walk while dragging his left leg to his console. He opened up the monitors until he found the Brennan-Booth house and smiled with glee. Time to get things in place.

Booth and the tac team approached Zane Reynolds' house from the woods out back. When they got closer to the house, they saw a simple farm house with a white van in the driveway.

"Move but watch for booby traps. This kid hates the government."

The squad moved closer and when they got to the front door, they announced themselves. After waiting ten seconds, Booth knocked again. "Zane Reynolds, this is the FBI. Come out with your hands up or we're coming in."

After no response, the agents broke the door down and came in as a phone rang by the couch. Examining it from a distance, Booth saw it was an old rotary phone. As another agent walked over to check it out, Booth saw a match taped to the phone, smelled the gasoline, and alarms went off.

"Agent, get away—"

Suddenly the phone was on fire as a trail of flame shot up surrounding the agents quickly. The agent at the phone was caught in its path as he caught fire. Booth ran over grabbing an afghan from the couch covering the injured man as another agent appeared with a fire extinguisher. Two more agents broke the windows in order to get air into the room before they were all caught in an inferno.

The agent with the fire extinguisher was fighting a losing battle as Booth ordered the men out. When they got outside, Booth thought he heard a faint sound of glass breaking. Looking in that direction, he noticed that there was a sliding door nearby with the bottom covered with bushes. Following his gut, he took one man with him after he ordered one agent to call for help and the others to search the grounds, noting the security cameras around the home.

"Booth! Over there!" The other agent pointed out to Booth.

There was what looked like a stick poking out of the sliding glass door with spidery glass surrounding it due to breakage. When the men got over there, they looked in the smoke covered window and saw what resembled a form crumpled on the floor covered in an article of clothing with a pattern. Suddenly, Booth remembered where he saw that pattern.

It was a hospital gown from St. George's Medical Center.

"Shit, that's Perotta. Look out."

Booth took his jacket and quickly wrapped it around his arm. When he was done he broke the glass with his elbow. He moved carefully to open the knob on the inside before he and the second agent grabbed dragged her unconscious body out.

Fire Department sirens were heard as the red trucks pulled into the driveway, followed by an ambulance. In quick time, firefighters were putting out the flame as the other agents worked to secure the scene.

Booth checked Perotta for a pulse and was grateful to feel a faint one, trying to ignore that her gown was accidentally hiked up past her genital area. As he pulled his jacket off to cover her, he noted the fresh bruises on her thighs. Taking a deep breath, he shut down his emotions when he did a quick exam, noting with dread that she had no panties on.

His suspicions on full alert, he covered her before attempting to revive her. "Perotta! Wake up!"

In the distance, he saw EMTs running across the yard. Before he could get out of the way, he heard a moan followed by a cough. Looking down, he saw her left hand slowly drop what looked like ripped material in his hand.

'For her to grab this while trying to escape in her condition…it must be important.'

He barely had time to collect it before he had to move out of the way of the paramedics, who proceeded to access her before giving her oxygen and putting her on the gurney. An EMT turned to Booth and tossed the coat he assumed to be the agent's.

"Going with her?"

"Yeah." Booth replied. Turning to Agent Harris, he barked orders as he was running with the EMTs and Perotta to the ambulance. "Harris, you're in charge. I'll text the Jeffersonian. Get as much evidence as you can, no matter how insignificant it may seem."

As they were all loaded in the ambulance, Booth turned to the tech in the back, who was adjusting Perotta's oxygen levels. "Where are we going?"

"St. George's. It's the closest trauma center."

Booth texted Hodgins and Cam to let them know they were needed at the scene. When he put the phone away, he looked again at the scrap of material in his hand. 'There's only one reason she would have grabbed this before trying to escape.'

"Do you have a plastic bag somewhere I can have? Also bandage tape?"

The tech handed him an emesis bag and the tape. Using it, Booth shoved it in and sealed it the best he could and then ripped off a piece of bandage tape and sealed the opening to the bag.

'Gotcha you son of a bitch.'

Booth then grabbed his phone and called. "Bones, it's me…..yeah we found her….just in time…yeah I'm in the ambulance now with her. Okay, I will see you as soon as I can….love you too…bye."

Booth put his phone away. He was beyond angry at the attempted murder of another FBI agent. However, he felt hope for the first time in almost two months as he realized that Pelant did the one thing they needed him to do.

Screw up.