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Chapter 3

Booth moaned once again as Angela began explaining all the things that were wrong with Bones. Her number one reason: marrying Hacker. Her close second: not marrying Booth. He didn't know how long he could stand her going on about this topic, because apparently, she had a lot to say.

"I mean, her marrying Hacker is almost as bad as the time she went out with Jarred. She's just denying her feelings and it's getting so darn..."

"Ange!" he cried. She looked at him.

"Yeah Booth?" she asked.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" she questioned. He sighed.

"Well, how about why we're here. We know who and how, but why?"

"More importantly, why me? I mean, at least you make some sense, I'm just an artist who works in the lab. It would make more sense to take Bren then it would to take me," she said.

"It has to do with the case. So let's go over what we remember."

"Okay," Ange agreed. "Well, the victim was Sam Fletcher. He was killed by a shot to the chest. At least, I think that's what it was. He had been moved from the place he was killed. He had been there for a few months. That's all I can think of," she summarized.

"Ya, that's pretty good. So assuming that Nathaniel killed his son, he would have dragged the body to the woods where it was found. Maybe it was an accidental death," he said.

"You mean, he didn't try to kill Sam?" she asked.

"Maybe. What if he didn't mean to shoot him. There are accidental shootings all the time," Booth explained.

"Well, if he didn't mean to kill him, then why did he drag the body away? He should have known it would just make him look more guilty," she said. Booth shrugged.

"Who knows what he was thinking. I remember some reports of domestic abuse, maybe he felt that people would think he did it on purpose. It's possible that he got rid of the body because it would help him forget about it. There are way to many possibilities to know for sure," Booth explained.

"You know, for someone who hates psychology, you sure are..."

"I know, I know. Just don't tell Sweets because if you do, I'll never live it down," Booth begged. Angela smiled.

"I never thought I'd see the day that Seeley Booth would be begging me for something," she laughed.

"Yeah, well, I'm hungry, in pain and I think I might have a concussion, so it's not a complete victory," he defended.

"Booth," she began. "Why did he take us?" He shook his head.

"I don't know. He probably took me because it was my case and I was getting too close to the answer. However, I have no clue why he took you. Did you see anything, or over hear anything?" he asked.

"No, I saw him the one time I gave you the sketch, but that was it. That was the only time I've ever seen him," she answered. He nodded.

"Okay, don't worry, we'll figure it out. For now, let's try to find a way out of here," he said.

"Booth, it's impossible. The only exit is the door, and it's locked." He nodded.

"Damn it, alright Teddy, now I agree that picking locks would have been a good thing to learn," he mumbled.

"Who's Teddy?" Angela asked. Booth hesitated.

"He's just some kid I was in the army with. I always told him 'Any lock worth picking is worth kicking', but with my bum ankle, I can't do that," Booth explained.

"I can pick a lock," Ange said. Booth looked up at her.

"You can?" he asked.

"Well, some locks better than others, but I can pick most locks," she explained.

"Yes!" he cried. "Now we just need something to use to pick it." He quickly searched through his pockets, looking for any little thing that could be use. Ange followed his example.

"Okay," Booth said. "I've got a paper clip, a piece of paper, and thirty-seven cents." He set the items on the floor.

"I have a sandwich card. One more stamp and I get a free drink! I've also got two dollar bills, and tweezers," she listed as she put it all on the floor.

"I might be able to use the paper clip and the tweezers," she said, while picking up the items. She walked over to the door and knelt down in front of the lock.

"How are you going to pick a lock with those things?" Booth asked, as he watched her bend the paper clip and slip it in the lock.

"Well, a lock cylinder, like this one, is made up of the cylinder and the housing. The housing contains the springs, also known as the top pins. The cylinder is made up of the base pins, those are the things that your key actually touches. In a standard lock, there are five top pins and five base pins," she explained as she worked away. Booth nodded, unable to comprehend the fact that this knowledge was coming from Angela.

"So, to pick a lock, you need a tension wrench, in this case, the tweezers, to put a bit of turning pressure on the lock cylinder. At the same time, you need to slowly move the paper clip in and out and gently press up on the base pins. You keep doing this until all the base pins stay up and reach the shear line," she finished.

"The what line?" Booth asked.

"That's not important," Angela stated. "All that matters," Booth heard a faint click, "is that we are out of here!" She pushed the door open, revealing a large hallway. She turned to smile at Booth.

"Oh my god, Ange, I think I'm in love with you," he laughed. She came over and knelt down beside Booth.

"About time, sweetie," she said. She placed her arms underneath Booth's and, using the wall to support them, helped him stand up, without putting too much weight on his ankle. She moved to his side and slipped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and they began to slowly move across the room towards the door. Every step they took, Booth inhaled a sharp breath, hoping that it would help him with the pain. Even when Ange was supporting most of his weight, it pained him to walk, but they had to get out of there, and this was their only choice.

Author's Note:

Because of all the comments I got asking for more, I decided to put up one more chapter tonight. Thanks for the positive reviews! I'll keep writing/posting as long as you keep reading/reviewing. For those who hate Hacker, don't worry, I hate him too. I have some plans for how I'm going to get rid of him. For those of you who think Booth and Ange are getting too close, don't worry. I'm not going to make them a couple, they're all about the friendship. Thanks for the comments! Keep reading!