I miss Zack so much it's sad and pathetic in my case. WE WANT ZACK BACK! I think all the fan girls should call the Bones writers and directors and Emily and David and demand they bring Zack back.

Who wants to do the disclaimer this time?

Adam: I do since I'm barely in this story.

Me: Sorry

Adam: My twin sister has more lines; a ten year old has more lines.

Me: Ouch I didn't realize I created an egotistical character.

Adam: You didn't I just feel like I'm a lesser important character.

Me: Just do the disclaimer and I'll consult with my muse on this issue.

Adam: Fine, TimeWitch does NOT own Bones as has been shown above.


Chapter 33

Finding Althy

Three hours passed and Zack was getting more worried by each passing minute. Jack had informed Booth and he launched an off the books investigation. The reason it was of the books was simple: it was because I hadn't been missing twenty-four hours yet. A murder can happen in a second and a kidnapped victim has to wait twenty-four hours before the police, or in my case a federal agency begins looking into my—or anyone else's disappearance for that matter.

"Zack what was the last thing Althy did before she disappeared?" asked Booth.

"She got an urgent phone call from a credit card company telling her that there were irregularities with her card. She left to address them." Booth nodded and began pacing.

"Who was the message from?" asked Booth.

"Jonah!" said Jack automatically.

"We do not know that." said Zack in a frightening voice "We do not make assumptions." He wanted this done as accurately as possible.

"Ok, relax. Have Angela pull the security records from October. See if she can compare the caller to Jonah when he visited the Jeffersonian." said Booth looking at Jack. He nodded and walked—ran to Angela's office

One of the guards received a box from an odd looking mailman. He wore sunglasses and a big hat; which was understandable since it was January, but suspicious never the less. The box was addressed to Zack Addy.

Zack took the box just as Dr. Brennan and Cam walked up and Booth quickly filled them in.

"Don't worry Zack, we'll get her back." said Cam in an attempt to reassure the socially awkward man.

"You don't know that." he replied placing the box on the examination table. "You can't know that."

"Statistically, I disagree." said Dr. Brennan. "Althea Calloway is an exceptionally skilled woman. I believe she will be perfectly fine." Zack nodded to Dr. Brennan. He took a pair of scissors and cut through the bow holding the red, present like box closed. Zack opened it and was shocked. Inside was my beige over the shoulder bag.

"This…this is Althy's." he frantically put on his gloves. Booth bent the box up a smidge to see if there was a return address on the box; there wasn't. Zack took out my bag from the box and set it down on the table.

"Open it."

"But this is Althy's."

"She is a clever woman." said Dr. Brennan "There maybe valuable clues in there for us." Zack nodded slowly. In the bag they found my fancy feathered pen, my invisible ink bottle and the note I cleverly placed along with other items one usually carries in a bag.

"What's with the bottle?" asked Booth as Jack came back to the platform.

"I'll test it." said Jack and was handed the bottle by Cam. Dr. Brennan had the note. She put it under the light and saw a small smidge of something. She grabbed a special blue light and shined it over the note.

"Is that…Hebrew?" asked Cam looking at it over Dr. Brennan's shoulder.

"Althy studied a lot of subjects in college." explained Zack "Hebrew was one of them."

"Take this to Dr. Finberg in Ancient Civilizations," instructed Dr. Brennan, "He might be able to translate it. Zack nodded and ran off to find this Dr. Finberg.

They found my ipod and cell-phone, which Jonah had placed into the bag upon confiscating it from me. I was not a twelve year old texting during class.

Hours passed. Booth had nothing; neither did Cam or Dr. Brennan. Suddenly, however Angela and Jack showed up. Each one saying they had a key piece of information crucial to the investigation. Angela went first.

"Jonah is our kidnapper, voice recognition confirmed it."

"The bottle contained invisible ink." said Jack "But on the outside I found a few microscopic wood fibers. It's a pine table. I also found pathogens consistent with homes build around WWII." Booth nodded.

Zack was frantically running around the Jeffersonian looking for Dr. Finberg. He found him in his office, down the hall from Dr. Goodman's old office.

He had long white hair and big oval glasses left over from the previous century.

"Dr. Finberg." said Zack. "I require your assistance."

"What can I help you with Mr.…?"

"Dr. Zack Addy," Zack handed him the note and shined the UV light on it. "Dr. Brennan thinks you might be able to translate this message."

"I will try." he adjusted his glasses and copied the note onto a piece of notebook paper. "Lets see….there is a man named Judith…I'm sorry Jonah….he wants to kill someone named Zack, there is a reference to a marriage and….something else. Do you mind if I hold onto this for a little bit. I will let you know when I have the entire translation."

Zack nodded: "Medical-Legal lab extension." said Zack.

Jack waited for Zack to return. He had a theory, but he needed to run it by Zack, Zack would know for sure. He saw him walking to the platform and gestured for Zack to accompany him. "What is it Hodgins?"

"When was the last time Althy talked to her father?" asked Jack.

"If memory serves she saw him after she said yes and her father was very happy for us. That was surprising. I think—but I am not certain—that Althy called her father after Peter arrived and yelled at him."

"Thanks Zack." That was all Jack needed to hear apparently. He went into Angela's office and grabbed the phone. There was only one number to dial. A soft and gentle voice answered. "Adam, its Jack can I talk to your dad?"

"Sure." responded Adam and handed the phone to his crippled father.

"Eric, when was the last time you spoke to Jonah?"

"The day after we visited you at the Jeffersonian." explained Dad.

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him to lay off." he said in his stronger, truthful voice. "What does this have to do with anything? Did something happen to Althea?" But Jack had hung up. He wasn't going to let him feel guilty, even though he felt he should have. He was better than that.

There wasn't much of anything for them to do. It all rested in the hands of Dr. Finberg. They hoped that whatever information I had left them was useful.

Another hour passed and finally the Dr. came through. He ran back with the translated message, apparently it was useful.

"I have succeeded." explained Dr. Finberg.

"Will you read us the message then." said Zack "Or must I wait?"

"Touchy—it says: Zach, Jonah…taken living and mother. It also says that this Jonah character wishes to inflict severe pain onto Zack and marriage." explained Finberg and left, leaving the translation behind.

"I get it." said Angela and all eyes turned to her. "What, it's simple." They starred. "Jonah lives with his mother and is threatening to kill Zack unless Althy marries him."

"Is this her father's doing?" asked Cam.

"I asked Eric, he said he hadn't talked to Jonah since he called him off."

"That man was severely mentally ill. This act should not be surprising." Booth was already on hold with a friend from the FBI.

"Checking in to Jonah's mother." he was on hold for a while until someone finally spoke. "Ok…his mother's name is Marian Johnson, I got her address."

Booth began heading out and Zack followed. "Where do you think your going?" Brennan gave Booth the look. "Fine, come on."


Meanwhile I was trapped in hell. The wedding dress covered every inch of skin, besides my face. I felt like I was wearing a second skin. On top of that it had big puffy sleeves and thick gloves.

"I'm a whale." I commented to myself. Jonah came in with a huge, sickening grin on his face. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. At that moment I wasn't as angry anymore at the dress, which covered every inch of my body. I made a disgusted face. "Have you ever been in a mental hospital?"

"No, sad I can't say the same about your boyfriend."

"Fiancée," I corrected, again. He ignored my comment and continued.

"I really do not understand what you see in him. I'm twice the man he is."

I snorted under my breath. "Zack is intelligent, and sweet, where as you're crazy."

"He was the one that was imprisoned."

"For a crime he didn't commit." I added. "Look if you let me go right now, I promise I won't have your testicles cut off." he laughed but stopped after seeing the particular dirty look I gave him.

"Your not going anywhere." he explained "No one knows where you are." I prayed that they examined that note under the UV light.

Hours passed and I was bored out of my mind. I kept trying to loosen up the bolted shut window of the basement. That proved a lot more difficult since Jonah came into the basement every fifteen minutes on the dot. It was creepy. Of course all of him was creepy. This just added a hint of OCD to it.

I heard noise coming from upstairs. Jonah ran into the basement and grabbed me, holding a gun to my head.

I thought back to when this entire thing started, ah yes, when Angela, Cam, and Jackie dragged me to that stupid club, the Flamingo…or whatever it was called. Why did I ever agree to go on a date with this moron was beyond me. "You make a peep; I blow your head off."

The way he was holding me it would only take a move demonstrated by Sandra Bullock in the movie Miss Congeniality called S.I.N.G for me to break free. But I had to wait for the right moment.

I heard Booth's loud voice from the other side of the door calling for Jonah to come out.

"I'll blow her head off." called Jonah back. I doubt they heard him because they entered the room anyway. Booth was upfront with three SWAT guys and Zack way, way in the back.

"Althy." called Zack.

"Hi, honey." I said pleasantly, as if I didn't have a gun pointed at me.

"Let her go." said Booth. Oh yeah, like that was going to work. Please, because that line always works.

Of course he didn't let me go, but this was my chance. I elbowed him in the stomach stepped on his foot with my left leg, hit his nose hard with the same elbow and hit his groin.

He fell to the ground and I ran in that ridiculous dress to the SWAT guys where Zack had come out from behind them and pulled me into his arms.

But that wasn't over yet, before the SWAT team and Booth could move in on Jonah he grabbed the gun and fired.


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