She pulls into designated space in the hospital car park and turns the key to the ignition. The sound of the engine ceases and an eery silence fills the space. She looks in her rear view mirror waiting for his SUV to pull up next to her. Seeing that she still has time she reaches into her glove compartment and pulls out a pen, taking the lid off of the box she turns it over and quickly starts scribbling something inside. She had figured out what it was that had bothered her about the first conversation she'd had with parker's mystery kidnapper. Looking in her rear view again she hastily replaces the lid on the box and tucks the pen into her trouser pocket. Placing her hands on the steering wheel she watches as the black car pulls up next to her own. Her phone rings again and she quickly answers.

"I want you to get out of the car and walk to the passenger side of my car, bring the file, we'll do the switch."

The line cuts dead and she opens her door to do as he has requested. Once she gets to the passenger side the back passenger door nearest her opens. The boy is helped out of the SUV by a man clad in black, she throws the file into the back seat of the SUV and she catches Parker in her arms. His blonde hair is covered in blood and tears well in her eyes as she pulls him tightly against her. She makes a move to pick him up.

"It's all going to be ok now Parker, I'm gonna get your daddy"

As she is lifting him from her position a hand appears from behind her, she almost can't tell that anything is wrong until the scented handkerchief is placed over her mouth and nose. Her world fades to black and the last thing that she hears is Parker's sobbing before she falls into oblivion.

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Booth stands outside of the hospital room with one hand on the glass and the other on his hip. He watches as a nurse tends to his son, his son, safe and alive. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, thinking of what he almost lost. A commotion from the nurses bay at the end of the hall causes him to look up, Rebecca is jogging down the hall and toward him tears streaming down her face. He smiles gently, in what he hopes can only be recognised as reassurance. She storms past him and into the room. He closes his eyes and walks away from the window to take a seat opposite the room.

The past few hours had been hell for him, and it wasn't over yet. Now he needed to find the woman who had saved his son's life. He pulls out his cell and starts dialling, he needed to know what the search of Brennan's car had brought up. His office was currently being checked against a catalogue of files to find out which one was missing, her cell and home phone bills were being checked but it wasn't enough, he needed to know now what was going on.

"What've you got for me Jenkins?"

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She wakes up on a cold surface, her mind is foggy but the cold cuts through her and makes her flesh ache. She groans as she attempts to open her eyes and the blinding whiteness of light forces them closed again. After a few seconds she attempts to open them again. Blinking a few times to allow the pupils to adjust she tries to move her hand to wipe the dust form them, it's only then that she realises that she can't move. Her wrists and ankles are restrained, lifting her head she looks down at them almost as though to reassure herself that it is the reason why she can't move them. She's on an examination table, one not so indifferent to the one that she uses on a daily basis, her eyes scan the room and she surmises that she is in some kind of lab. The walls are white and sterile and there is a tray of instruments a few feet away from her. There are no other indicators of where she is or what day it is. She doesn't know how long she has been out, but the dull throbbing behind her eyes suggests that it has been some time.

Her thoughts travel to Parker, had he gotten away? She hadn't realised at the time that the switch would involve her for the child as well as the file. Closing her eyes again to dull the pain behind them she waits. She knows it won't be long until this hell unfolds for her.

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Booth looks at the box lid and frowns. Jenkins stands next to him in a white lab coat. He is a thin and pale man, someone that Booth had always thought represented all traits of a 'squint', he was the epitome of what Booth pictured in his head as a lab rat.

"What do you think she means?"

Booth looks at Jenkins and shrugs, "I'm not sure." He looks at the words on the box and reads them aloud. "He's watching on Bones, what do you mean?"

Booth looks at the t-shirt lying next to the box and closes his eyes to shield them from his child's blood making the reality of the situation all too real. He tells Jenkins to call him if he finds anything else and leaves, unable to look at the blood stained t-shirt mocking him with possibilities of a worse scenario, unable to look at the ink of her writing which seemed to be threatening him with existing possibilities of a resolution much more serious than the one he was blessed with this morning. The anger is brewing within him again, and he makes a silent vow to himself to bring her home.

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The next time she opens her eyes it is because she is aware of a sound in the room, following it with her head she sees a man dressed in white standing next to the instrument tray. He smiles at her and claps his hands together once for effect.

"Nice of you to join us Dr."

"Where am I?"

"Don't worry, you are safe….for now."

Her mind races through her training, possible ways of escape, mug shots trying to place this man. She knows that the longer he talks, the longer she remains safe.

"Why am I here?"

"At last, the right question. Why? Why is Dr Brennan here?... You have your partner to thank for that.. Did you read my file?"

She shakes her head slowly and he pulls a chair from the head of the examination table around to her side, sitting in it he crosses his legs and places his entwined hands in his lap.

"Then let me tell you a story Dr Brennan….."

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The cell rings in his pocket and he pulls it out to answer.

"Booth………what?...No, no. I'm right on it. Thanks." He slides the cell into his pocket again and closes his eyes. "Damn you Robertson….should have killed you when I had the chance."

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How we all holding up so far…noone fallen asleep yet…nudge nudge