Woo next chapter. Woo school holidays. Woo I went to the beach today, it was fun :D I was rolling in the deep…

In memory of Aaron Anderson, Gillian Anderson's brother, who died this week aged 30.

Anyway, here's the next chapter.

"Hey Bones" Booth said, holding his phone to his hear with one hand and putting the keys in the ignition with the other "it's me again. Call me when you get this message ok? I've got some news to tell you."

With a sigh he threw his phone down onto the passenger seat of the car that one of the officers had lent him to get back to the hotel.

"Don't stress" he murmured to himself, pulling out into the traffic "she's probably just in the shower."

He began to worry considerably however when she did not pick up any of his phone calls that he made on the half an hour trip from the police station to the hotel.

"Bones, please just pick up" he pleaded, rubbing his temples "please Bones. This is the 10th time I've called you, I'm really worried. Just call me as soon as you get this message…or any of the other ones."

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"Bones, please just pick up"

"Oh isn't that so cute he calls you Bones" a male voice sneered. The man grabbed Brennan by her chin and yanked her head up so he could look into her eyes. She was as cold as stone and refused to show any emotion to her masked captors. "He's so worried about you. What I can't figure out is why he calls you Bones. I get his worried, he's your fiancé, but why does he call you Bones?" When she didn't answer, he slapped her across the face and then pulled her head backyards by her hair. She struggled against the shackles on her wrists and ankles restraining her to the chair she was sitting on. "Why does he call you Bones?"

"It's a nickname" she answered, her vision blurring and the taste of blood filling her mouth.

"A nickname" he repeated, smiling wickedly and wrapping a hand around her neck "that's so sweet."

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Booth pulled up at the hotel and jumped out of the car. He walked through the double doors and asked the doorman "has Temperance Brennan been through here?"

"Yes, she went up to your room an hour ago" he replied.

"Has she come down?"

"No sir."

Thanking him, Booth rushed over to the stairs and ran up them two at a time, figuring it would take longer to wait for the elevator. When he got to their level, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The door was closed, there was no obvious signs of a struggle. Feeling foolish for over-reacting, Booth let his guard down and slowly walked over to the door. Her phone battery had probably run flat, sometimes she forgets to charge it.

It was then that he felt a prick on the back of his neck. Feeling dazed instantly, he put a hand up to his neck and pulled out a dart. He managed to turn around and see a woman walking towards him before he fell unconscious and hit the ground.

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"Wake up…come on…wake up."

Never had Booth been so relieved to hear his partner's voice. His head throbbed and when he tried to move he found that he was restrained to a chair. He opened his eyes and saw Brennan sitting two meters from him in a chair like his. She smiled at him, and in the dim lighting, he could see a bruise on her cheek and a gash beneath her eye.

"Are you ok?" She asked him, glancing around nervously.

"Could be worse" he answered, shaking away the hammering in his head. "Where are we?"

"I'm not sure of our location" she replied, as professional as ever. "I walked into our room, the door was open, and the next thing I know I was hit with what I can assume was a tranquiliser dart. I woke up here. The man who was with me left a few minutes after you were brought in by a woman."

"A woman hit me with the dart" Booth said "I'd just come up the stairs. I called you at least ten times."

"I know" Brennan whispered, nodding her head towards her phone that was sitting on a table about a meter from her left hand. "He made me listen to all your messages. He got a kick out of knowing that you were worrying about me."

The banging of a door and the sound of two sets of footsteps made them cut off their conversation and turn their heads towards the source of the sound. Two figures appeared, one male the other female, their faces covered with masks.

"I see you're awake now Michael" he said, crouching down beside Booth and attaching a clip to his index finger. Booth looked up and saw the woman doing the same to Brennan, who was looking nervously at him. "Let's begin then shall we." He walked over to a generator sitting on the ground and flicked a switch on it. The small dark room was soon filled with a buzzing noise. He stood and picked up a cable that was attached to it, with a button on the end of it. "The rules are simple, I will ask you a series of questions, and if you lie, your partner will get shocked. Those things on your fingers will measure your pulse rates, and we'll know whether you are lying or not from your heart rate and also physical reactions to the questions. You answer ten each without killing each other, we'll let you go. If you don't, she'll shoot the remaining one of you" he said, pointing to the woman "and we'll make sure your bodies are never found. Clear?"

Booth and Brennan locked eyes, already afraid of what they had gotten into.

"Yes" Brennan answered, looking at him with a steely expression.

"Ok" he said, leaning against a wall "first question." He raised his hand and hovered his thumb above the button, his gaze turning to Brennan "have you ever cheated on your fiancée?"

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Da da da daaaaaaaa. Wow intense hey? Leave a review if you can be bothered :P