See chapter 1 for disclaimer.

Chapter 2

Booth felt movement and opened his eyes to find Angela still in his arms. He glanced around the room, remembering that he never took the time to search their surroundings. He gently placed Angela on the ground, with the cleaner side of his shirt as a pillow. He once again checked the gash and found that the bleeding had slowed. He felt relieved that he was no longer bleeding that steadily, but he was still concerned about their living and health conditions. He slowly got up and found that his ankle was in pain. He sat back down and moved so he could examine it. It was extremely swollen. He took a deep breath and started to look around the room, only to find that there wasn't much to look at it. There were four walls, no windows and one metal door. He rubbed his hand over his face. He needed to calm down. He could figure a way out of this. He had to. Not only for himself, but Angela was depending on him too. He looked to his side and found her curled up on the ground. She looked cold. He wished that he could have given her a blanket, but at the moment, he didn't even have a shirt. He pulled her into his lap. He carefully positioned her so that no weight would be placed on his ankle. He then wrapped his arms around her and tried his best to warm her up. He took this time to look over her injuries. He knew that they weren't too serious, or at least they hadn't appeared that way the last time he looked at them, but who knew how they could have changed in the past few hours. Her bruises had changed colour, but that was only natural, her cuts appeared to have stopped bleeding, a few of them had even begun to scab over. It was then, that he wondered how long they had actually been asleep. He raised his wrist to check the time, only to find that his watch wasn't there. He realized that it must have been taken from him.

"Booth," he heard. He looked down and found Angela opening her eyes. He smiled.

"Hey Ange. How ya feeling?" he asked. She looked down and realized that she was sitting in his lap. She smirked.

"Good. Do you know how incredibly refreshing it is to wake up in your arms, Studly?" He laughed.

"You know, for some reason, I think that Hodgins would have a problem with that." She smiled.

"No, he knows I love him. He also understands that you're my Stud muffin and I have permission to say these kinds of things," she explained. She relaxed against his body and layed her head on his chest.

"Ange," Booth began.

"Shh, I'm listening to your heartbeat," she answered. Booth smiled.

"Hear anything interesting?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Nope, in fact, it's kinda boring and making me tired," she responded. He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

"Well, can I continue then?" he asked her. She nodded, her head still buried in his chest.

"I was just going to ask, do you remember anything about how you got here?" Angela raised her head to face him. She was bit her bottom lip as she shook her head.

"I have no idea Booth. I really wish I did, but the last thing I remember was getting out of my car."

"Come on, think Ange. Why were you getting out of the car? Where were you going?" he questioned. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to envision the day she was taken.

"Okay, I pulled my car into the parking lot of the shopping mall. You know, the one by 6th street. Anyway, I was going to pick up some coffee. There was no good parking near the store, so I had to park at the very back, which was a real pain, because I was in high heels, speaking of, where are my shoes?" she asked. Booth sighed.

"Ange, mall," he replied.

"Oh, ya, anyway, I parked the car and opened my door. Just as I got out, someone's arm came around and they put something on my face," she explained.

"They must have snuck up behind you with chloroform. Damn, did you see them?" he asked. She thought for a minute before answering.

"I think I did get a glimpse of him before I blacked out." Booth smiled. They were closer to figuring out who got them into this.

"Okay, can you tell me what they looked like?" he questioned her. She kept her eyes closed.

"It was a guy. About your height, maybe a bit taller. Black hair, covered his ears. Dark brown eyes. He had a scar that, oh my god!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Booth asked.

"I know who it is!" she screamed. "It was the victim's father. Um, what's his name?"

"Nathaniel Fletcher," Booth answered.

"Yes!" Angela cried. "I thought he'd looked kinda shady the first time I saw him. I guess I was right. Just goes to show how great a judge of character I am." She smiled. Booth laughed. Angela was the only person he knew who could be so happy about being kidnapped.

"Okay, so we know who did it, but we still don't know the when, the where, the why, or the how," Booth summed up. Ange shook her head.

"I know how he took me, but how did he take you?" she asked. He looked away as he tried to recall the events that had brought him here. He unconsciously reached up and touched the gash on the back of his head. He heard Angela gasp at her first sight of the wound. He put his hand back on Angela's waist and snapped his gaze back to her's.

"I think I was pistol whipped," he said. His began to pound at the thought of it. "I had been in my office, when I got a call from Bones. She said that Hodgins had figured out the location of the murder. You know, since the body had been moved from the original crime scene. Anyway, I was in the parking garage when I heard something behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I don't know what happened after that. All I remember is waking up in here with all these bruises and cuts. He must have roughed me up a bit after I blacked out. That's the only way to explain my appearance." Angela listened as Booth told her how he got there. She moved back a bit, which caused Booth to scream. Angela jumped up.

"What? What happened? Oh my god, are you okay?" she asked. Booth cradled his ankle as she ranted.

"It's okay. You didn't know about my ankle," he said. He inhaled a sharp breath as he placed his ankle down. It had swollen more since the last time he had looked at it. This only proved his assumption that it was broken. He winced as Angela gently brushed her hand against it.

"What happened Booth?" she asked. He shook his head as he took a deep breath and tried to get over the pain.

"I don't know. I really wish I did. He must have done it after he hit me," he drew a staggered breath as Angela brushed against it once more. He heard her stomach growl with hunger as he realized that they had not eaten or drank anything for who knew how long. They needed to get out of there, the sooner the better. Until he could bare the pain of his ankle, they need to think. They still had to figure out the when, where, and why. They needed to hurry, who knew how long they could last without food.

Author's Note:

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter. I have quite a few chapters already written, so if enough people tell me that they want to read more, then they will. Thanks for the support!