I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Disclaimer: Part of this story is written from the ramblings of an insane mind.
The Perfection in the Planning
I have everything set. This will be easy. I will take her tonight, and on my way to the shack, then I will collect my kill. It will be perfect. She will watch, and I will slowly torture my kill. I think she will enjoy watching me. After all, she cuts up dead bodies all the time. She should be familiar with it. Maybe I can keep her and let her help me. We could be partners.
I have been watching her for the past two weeks, ever since I quit my job. I watched her with that man, and I watched her at work. I knew all about her daily plans. I also watched her coworkers, I followed all of them home, and noted the time they come in and leave every day. I found the patterns in their behavior, so I know what to expect.
I stopped at the pay phone and dialed the number.
"Hello."
"Hello, may I speak to Agent Booth?"
She went into a series of inane questions.
"What is this in relation to?"
"I was hiking and I saw a shack in the woods. I think it may belong to that killer."
"Please hold while I contact an agent."
"No, I want to speak to Agent Booth. He's the guy on TV. I only want to talk to him."
"I'll see what I can do. Please hold."
I heard that stupid music that they play on the phone. Did they really think it helped to calm a person down? It only caused me to become more anxious. Where was he? They were probably tracing the call. That's ok; I was at a pay phone, so I couldn't be found anyway. Just as I was starting to get irritated, he answered.
"Hello, this is Agent Booth, how can I help you?"
"Hello, my name is Peter Contrail; I was hiking in the Smokey Mountains yesterday, when I saw this old shack in the woods. It was threatening to rain, so I thought I would go in to take shelter. When I walked in, I threw up immediately. The smell was horrible. I looked around, because I thought maybe it was someone's garbage or something, and I noticed the whole place was covered with a brownish red substance. It looked like blood, but I'm not sure. I just got back into town, and I know you're in charge of the serial killer thing, so I thought I'd call you."
I was good. He fell for it hook, line, and sinker. I gave him all the information including the GPS coordinates. He even thanked me. I was so excited this was truly coming together. I was going to get her tonight, and then I was going to make her watch me kill. Maybe she would help me. She could tell me about the anatomy of the kills. Maybe even how to avoid killing them too early.
I drove to the designated spot, set the cameras up so I could watch her leave, and began to wait. I pulled into the woods, so no one would see me. I was good at waiting. I knew it would be a while, but that was ok. Patience is the key. Patience will get me what I wanted.
I saw her with that blond haired boy. I couldn't remember his name. He was unimportant. He was giving her a ride. I knew where she was going, to her friend's house. Her name was Angela, they were best friends, and whenever he was out of town, she went home with her. This was even better, Angela left earlier, so she was alone with that boy.
I knew as they left town, what way they would be driving. Since there was only one way to get to Angela's house, I knew when they would arrive. I would be ready. I placed a nail in that other car's tire, the one who followed her, so he would get a flat. This would allow them enough time to lose him. I set it up so it would break down, just as he left the city.
I got back into my car and drove to the spot. I parked at the corner. It was quiet and dark, now I just had to wait.
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It started raining. Fate was on my side. The roads were getting icy, and I realized that this would be easy. I started to shake with excitement.
I watched as they passed the second checkpoint. It would be soon. I would have her soon.
As they came around the corner, I sped up. I knew I had to move at just the right time.
The car I stole was made for impacts such as this. I knew there was a chance that I could get hurt, but the possibility was small. He would get hurt. Of that, I was sure, but it didn't matter, he was inconsequential. She was the important one.
I felt my car impact his and watched as it spun out of control.
She got out. This was the easy part. I pretended to be hurt, and didn't move until I saw her back turned. I ran up to her and hit her on the head with the butt of the gun. She blacked out and fell into my arms.
I picked her up, and carried her to my car, placing her in the passenger's seat, with the seat belt on. I began to drive.
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She stayed unconscious for over an hour. As she started to move, I pulled over, and held the gun to her head.
"One word and I will shoot."
Bones realized her situation immediately. She didn't speak.
"There are two ways we can do this. I can tie you up, and give you a drug to knock you out, or you can cooperate and take these pills. The medication I will give you if you don't cooperate can harm your baby. I don't want to do that, so I suggest that you take these pills instead."
"What are they?"
"It's only Benadryl. It won't harm the baby, but it will make you sleep."
She wanted to run, she wanted to fight, but all she could do was cry. No one knew where she was, and Booth was hours away. She put out her hand and took the pills.
"Before you take them, I will tell you that I will check to make sure you swallowed them, so don't try to be funny."
She placed the pills into her mouth, and drank the water. As she felt them slip down her throat, she was thankful for the tracking device in her ear. Booth was right. He was going to take her, he just needed to find the right time. She made a mistake, and it was a dangerous one.
He checked her mouth pulling her tongue out to look inside. When he was sure she took them, he began to drive.
Her mind was racing. She knew the pills wouldn't work right away, and when they did, she knew that she wouldn't be totally unconscious. Maybe she could still get away.
Realistically, she knew that she couldn't run from him. Her pregnancy made her ungainly; she had to think of something else. She tried to talk to him.
"You're very good."
"I know. I've been doing this for a long time."
"I know we found your trail of bodies."
He was shocked. She connected the deaths. He wondered how many she knew about.
"You are very good too."
"I know. I am the best in the world."
He laughed.
"I'm serious. I am the number one forensic anthropologist in the world."
He looked at her.
"Do you like what you do?"
"Yes, I enjoy learning about people and how they lived their lives.
"You also dissect bodies. I think that is fastening."
She realized why he wanted her. He wanted her to help him. She was horrified by the thought. She felt herself getting sleepy. The drugs were beginning to work. She placed her hand on her abdomen and spoke to her baby.
"I promise to protect you. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
She began to cry, as the drowsiness overtook her and she fell asleep.
He watched her as her eyes drifted close. It looked like she was talking to the baby. He saw a tear fall down her cheek, as she fell asleep.
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She was sound asleep when he pulled up in front of the kill's house. He picked her up in his arms and walked to the door.