I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Gone
He drove toward the cabin, taking the long way around, to help hide the tracks. With all the rain, he knew he would leave groves and ruts in the mud, if he took his normal route. This way to the shack was mostly over a rocky terrain, so the tracks would be harder to find. He carried Bones in first and tied her in a chair; if she chose to cooperate maybe, he would let her go.
He went back out and brought his kill inside; he also tied him to a chair, and then went to rest for a little while. He was a very light sleeper, and he knew he would awaken at the slightest noise. He needed some rest. The stress of the past few days was making him jumpy, and he knew he needed to relax. Within minutes, sleep overtook him.
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Bones started to wake up, and realized that she was tied to a chair. The first thing she noticed was the smell. She could smell blood and decomposing flesh. She looked around the shack, and saw bloodstains all over the floor and walls. Even without her ultraviolet light, she knew it was blood.
Her mouth was still duct taped, so she couldn't make any noise. She tried to struggle out of her restraints, but the more she moved the tighter they became. As she looked up, she saw an older man also tied in a chair; he was slumped forward, still asleep. She thought he was the next victim, and hoped Booth would get there soon. His chair was also covered in blood. She now knew why the victims all suffered from blood loss. Most of it was all over the shack.
Fear gripped her, as she looked down at the man lying on the floor. He was asleep, but she knew he would awaken soon. He looked just like the rendition Angela made from the description.
She stayed very quiet, hoping to avoid the inevitable. She tried to think of a way out, but realized that she had no idea where she was. It was just beginning to get light, so she knew Booth should be home by now, but why wasn't he here?
Then she remembered that she was supposed to be sleeping at Angela's place. He wouldn't have any idea where she was. Since she never actually spoke to Angela, Angela didn't know she was supposed to come there. Until Booth woke up and called Angela's house, she was alone.
She remembered the accident. She hoped Wendell was all right. She knew the police came to the scene, so he must have been taken to the hospital, but why didn't he tell them she wasn't there? Why didn't he call Booth? Maybe he was seriously hurt, and still unconscious. She knew he had a broken femur, and probably a concussion, but she was abducted before she could check for any more injuries.
As she again looked at the man tied in the other chair, she saw him begin to move. She hoped he would be quiet upon awakening, but soon find out that he wouldn't. He began to thrash about, and tried to scream. He was also gagged, and he couldn't make much noise, but it was enough to awaken their abductor. She realized that the next step was to torture the victim. She knew that they were killed shortly after being abducted, so he wouldn't wait long, but she thought that maybe she could postpone the inevitable. Maybe she could buy them enough time to keep him alive until Booth arrived.
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Booth awoke at dawn. Although he was exhausted, he had a hard time sleeping alone. He missed snuggling up next to Bones. He missed her smell, and the way she sometimes whistled in her sleep. He wanted to hold her in his arms and make love to her before he went to work. He decided to call her, and see if she was awake.
He dialed her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. She never turned off her phone, sometimes she would switch it to silent, but she never turned it off. He called Angela's phone.
"Hello. This better be important, because I was up all night with Michael, and I really want to sleep."
"Angela, it's Booth, do you know why Bones' phone is off?"
"Why would I know? Why don't you ask her?"
"Because her phone is off. I can't reach her."
"Isn't she there? Just get out of bed, and walk to wherever she is and ask her."
"Angela you aren't making sense. Are you still asleep?"
"Booth, what are you talking about. I'm awake now, you woke me up. You aren't making any sense. Start over, and tell me what you want."
"Babe, who are you talking to? It's only six o'clock."
"Go back to sleep Hodgins. I think Booth is drunk."
"I'm not drunk, I just want to talk to Bones." He was yelling now.
"Booth, why did you call me?"
"Because she is staying there."
"No she's not. No one is here except us."
Booth jumped out of bed.
"Angela, she was supposed to go there. I had to work late, and she was supposed to sleep at your place. Where is she?"
He was starting to panic. He rushed around the room picking up random clothes from the floor and getting dressed. If Bones saw, the mess he left last night she'd kill him. Bones.
He spoke very slowly. "Angela I need you to get out of bed and see if she's there." He knew she wasn't. Panic started to set in.
He got her.
The killer got her. His mind raced, he remembered the phone call, he remembered the empty cabin, and he realized it was a ploy to get him away from her. He dropped the phone and ran to the bathroom. The transmitter was gone; she had taken it from the medicine cabinet and put it in her ear. He would be able to find her, but he hoped it wouldn't be too late.
He walked back into the bedroom and saw the phone on the floor. Picking it up, he heard Angela shouting.
"Booth! Where are you?"
"I'm here Angela, sorry I dropped the phone. Angela he took her."
He began to cry.
"Booth what do you want us to do? Should we meet you there or at the Hoover?"
"Let's meet at the Hoover, but I won't wait for you. As soon as I activate the transmitter and get a chopper, I'm gone."
"We'll be there."
She hung up, and woke Hodgins.
"Jack he took her, he took Bren. We need to get to the Hoover."
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