Thanks for waiting...i thought i been posted this chapter but i see i never submitted it...sorry.

Finals are over so i'm bout to hurry and finsh this before something else erupts!

Bren woke up with one hell of a headache. She was so sore. She realized she was not in her apartment anymore and froze. It was cold and shabby and dark. She unintentionally moaned out loud alerting her capture of her consciousness.

"Ah so your awake Bones", Broadsky responded.

Brennan was still lucid enough to know she was in deep trouble. "Don't call me bones", she muttered.

"Oh why not…me and you could get along great", he replied.

Bren scoffed. "That seemed highly improbable", she stated.

"Why we both know how to kick Booth when he's down. He hurt us Booth to enforce us to use that knowledge".

Brennan looked down in shame. A part of her knew she was going to hurt Booth and even after a part of her wanted to feel even but a bigger part of her knew that was wrong. She was willing to spend the rest of her life making it up to Booth if he let her. Bren got over her guilt and looked Broadsky dead in the eye. "Booth will kill you", she declared.

He smiled. "I'm planning on it. You see by him killing me, he becomes me. The only problem is that I'm too selfish to let that happen. So I'm a kill you and then I'm a kill him", he stated.

Brennan eyes widened slightly. She was thinking of a response and she prayed that Booth hurried his ass up and find her; like he always do. "I'm not scared of you", she stated.

He smirked before pointing his gun at her. "Well then I don't mind to inform you it's game time." He shot Brennan in the arm and she cried out in pain. Her last stitches didn't even completely heal and now she needed new ones. Brennan looked at her arm with panted breaths. The shot didn't graze any major arteries but she could bleed to death. She cradled her arm and tried to bite down her screams but her arm felt like it was on fire.

Broadsky then proceeded to punch her in the face and knock her out.

The storage place was like a maze. There were boxes on top of boxes. Some were stacked up really high and Booth identified them as possible sniper locations. He stuck to the shadows with the safety off. He didn't get a lick of sleep after he found that note. He went to the range and perfected his already prefect aim.

Bones was at stake, he wasn't going to lose her again. The FBI backup as within a two block radius and he had two undercover agents as workers. Booth was prepared as he was ever going to be. He was watching out for all the high points and any sounds to alert him of the upcoming danger when suddenly bullets started flying at him. He ducked around a corner looking up to see where they were coming from. Once they stopped he peeked around the corner and fired back before running towards him.

Broadsky panicked when Booth started running toward him. He wanted to have a bit more fun first before this part. He hurried up and aimed his gun in the direction of which Brennan was and hoped to the next crate just as Seeley come on the roof of the one he was one.

Booth took in his surroundings and quickly pointed his gun at Broadsky but he ran out of view. Booth cursed then he noticed that Brodsky's riffle was facing the opposite direction. Confused Booth went to it and looked inside the lens. He saw a figure on the floor a few rows over. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know who the hell was on the ground. He quickly took the ammo from the gun and tossed it before hoping down the crate to get bones. It crossed his mind that this was a trap but something told him that Bones couldn't move because she was hurt. He refused to picture her dead again. She was going to make it and he was willing to go into the depths of hell to insure her survival.

He was running through a maze and racing against the clock to get to her. When he finally founded her he had to hold down the painful sob incased in his throat. He quickly went to her. She was shaking and covered with blood.

"Bones", he cried softly.

"Booth, she whispered. "It wasn't supposed to be like this". She started to close her eyes feeling at peace.

"No baby. Don't do this to me again. Open your eyes", he yelled softly. He called for backup and tipped his shirt to try to stop the bleeding.

"I'm so cold", she shattered. Booth was already putting his jacket around her.

"Hold on bones. Just hold on. Tell me about Mapupu islands", he asked trying to distract her.

""Its Maluku islands", she corrected tiredly.

Booth smiled down at her running his hands over her face. "Tell me about them", he whispered.

So she did. Brennan told him al about her adventures and Booth half listened enough to ask more questions still looking out for Broadsky. He heard a twig snap and aimed his gun at the sound. There stood Broadsky grinning at his handiwork.

"Drop your weapon", Booth warned.

Broadsky raised it and pointed it at him. Booth didn't give a shit about protocol. He fired at Broadsky dead between the eyes. After Booth felt a soft ting on his side and realized he'd been grazed.

"Bones", he groaned. No reply. He felt her check and realized it was extra icy. He picked her up careful of her injury and carried her out of the maze, whispering words in her ear. He could see a faint pulse and he started to run in agony. Bones was going to make it because if she didn't he wasn't either.

He swiftly came into view with the medics and sat her on a stretcher. "It's going to be okay Bones", he whispered.

Sorry its so short!