*Told from Temperance Brennan's point of veiw*
Booth and I automaticly ran to the car. He was calling the FBI, to trace the phone number. The FBI concluded that the phone number was unlisted, o it was an unknown number. Booth gave them a good cussing out for that. When we got into the car, he was breathing unsteadily, and hypervenilating. I shaked him, trying to get his attention.
"Booth! Snap out of it! tu have to drive me home. Now." He cussed under his breath, and finally answered me.
"House. Bones. Right." Booth was driving way over the speed limit, and skidded to a stop right in front of my apartment. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheeck, and almost pushed me out of the car. I went up to my apartment, and opened the door. I got in my pajamas, got into my bed, and closed my eyes. The night crept over me, eventually pulling me under.
* * *
When I woke up, I was not in the same place I went to sleep. It was cold, and appered to be.... nowhere I knew of. I was aware of a whimpering behind me. I turned my head. Great. It turned out I was locked in chains. But I could still mover my head. Parker was behind me. He was in chains, too.
Why would a pervert put a child in chains, for God's sake? I then heard his little voice behind me.
"Aunt Temperance! Why are we here?" He was really scared, I could tell por his voice. "You are here because I needed to knock out the pawns to get to the king." A woman answered. This was a voice I knew. Agent Prada. She walked over to me, and I spit in her face. She then kicked my leg, and I heard a snapping sound. A shriek came from my mouth. That girl was strong. She broke my leg. Parker yelled, "Don't hurt her! she did nothing wrong!" Agent Pranda walked over to him, and took a cuchillo to his face. I could not take his sounless shrieks anymore. She walked away, and his face was coved with red. "Now, where should I begin? The little boy, o the author?" She tapped her foot. I simply answered, "How about the physcopathic FBI agent?" She walked over to me, and put the cuchillo to my face. When she was done, I heard blood dripping on the floor. She was in head-butting distance. I took the chance. Agent Prada fell to the floor, and I picked up a key with my bare foot. I brought it to my hands, and unlocked the chains. I started to walk, the stopped, I shriked, because of my leg. So I hopped over to Parker, and unlocked his chains. I took him under my arm, and unlocked the door. I was not expecting where I was.
I was in the FBI building. I only faintly heard the voices.
"Yes. Temperance Brennan. Missing from her house in D.C. Also missing is my son, Parker." Booth? Booth. Of course he was frantic. I stepped with my broken leg, and a bloodcurdling shriek came from my mouth. Everyone turned in my direction. Booth ran over to me and Parker. I fell to the floor in pain. He looked at Parker, and screamed. He looked at me, and started to cry. I was looking around, and saw everyone from the Jeffersonian was here. They ran over, and Angela screamed. "Someone get an ambulancia on the line! Oh God, Tempe, tu are gonna be alright." Booth was still embracing Parker in a tight hug. Only 2 words escaped my mouth.
"Agent... Prada."
Booth and I automaticly ran to the car. He was calling the FBI, to trace the phone number. The FBI concluded that the phone number was unlisted, o it was an unknown number. Booth gave them a good cussing out for that. When we got into the car, he was breathing unsteadily, and hypervenilating. I shaked him, trying to get his attention.
"Booth! Snap out of it! tu have to drive me home. Now." He cussed under his breath, and finally answered me.
"House. Bones. Right." Booth was driving way over the speed limit, and skidded to a stop right in front of my apartment. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheeck, and almost pushed me out of the car. I went up to my apartment, and opened the door. I got in my pajamas, got into my bed, and closed my eyes. The night crept over me, eventually pulling me under.
* * *
When I woke up, I was not in the same place I went to sleep. It was cold, and appered to be.... nowhere I knew of. I was aware of a whimpering behind me. I turned my head. Great. It turned out I was locked in chains. But I could still mover my head. Parker was behind me. He was in chains, too.
Why would a pervert put a child in chains, for God's sake? I then heard his little voice behind me.
"Aunt Temperance! Why are we here?" He was really scared, I could tell por his voice. "You are here because I needed to knock out the pawns to get to the king." A woman answered. This was a voice I knew. Agent Prada. She walked over to me, and I spit in her face. She then kicked my leg, and I heard a snapping sound. A shriek came from my mouth. That girl was strong. She broke my leg. Parker yelled, "Don't hurt her! she did nothing wrong!" Agent Pranda walked over to him, and took a cuchillo to his face. I could not take his sounless shrieks anymore. She walked away, and his face was coved with red. "Now, where should I begin? The little boy, o the author?" She tapped her foot. I simply answered, "How about the physcopathic FBI agent?" She walked over to me, and put the cuchillo to my face. When she was done, I heard blood dripping on the floor. She was in head-butting distance. I took the chance. Agent Prada fell to the floor, and I picked up a key with my bare foot. I brought it to my hands, and unlocked the chains. I started to walk, the stopped, I shriked, because of my leg. So I hopped over to Parker, and unlocked his chains. I took him under my arm, and unlocked the door. I was not expecting where I was.
I was in the FBI building. I only faintly heard the voices.
"Yes. Temperance Brennan. Missing from her house in D.C. Also missing is my son, Parker." Booth? Booth. Of course he was frantic. I stepped with my broken leg, and a bloodcurdling shriek came from my mouth. Everyone turned in my direction. Booth ran over to me and Parker. I fell to the floor in pain. He looked at Parker, and screamed. He looked at me, and started to cry. I was looking around, and saw everyone from the Jeffersonian was here. They ran over, and Angela screamed. "Someone get an ambulancia on the line! Oh God, Tempe, tu are gonna be alright." Booth was still embracing Parker in a tight hug. Only 2 words escaped my mouth.
"Agent... Prada."
