Author's Note: This idea came to me randomly. I love seeing our favorite characters' reaction when the other one is in danger, so I couldn't resist. This is just the prologue, but the whole story is B/B centered, of course. Reviews, comments and ideas are always welcome. My first attempt at something longer than a one - shot for Bones.

Disclaimer: The familiar character's aren't mine of course. Any of the ones you don't recognize, well ... I'm guilty.

Spoilers: None, but it is loosely based sometime in season 4. The future of season 4 anyway.


The tide was tugging at her, trying to sweep her away from the shore. She could feel it pulling at her body, at her limbs, and she fought against it. She needed to open her eyes, but they didn't seem to want to obey the orders of her brain. Consciousness was coming to her slowly in the way of sounds and sensations, but she couldn't place it. She thought the soft whirring sound could be coming from a large fan, but she still couldn't open her eyes. That didn't seem right, though, because Brennan was certain she didn't own a fan.

She felt heavy, sluggish. She tried to open her eyes again, and to her relief her lids responded. Artificial light accosted her eyes and she blinked several times to adjust them. Seconds passed as her optic nerves fired and sent signals back to her brain, painting their picture. As soon as that picture formed for her, a wave of nausea and panic assaulted her stomach. Brennan was not at home. She was not safe in her bedroom, nestled in her soft comforter and sheets. Panic started to rise in her chest, but she caught it and forced it back. Where the hell was she? She tried to turn her head, survey her surroundings and try to get a sense of where she was, but was terrified to discover that her head was immobilized.

The panic was rising again, but she did her best to keep it at bay. She couldn't panic yet, not until she knew what had happened. So far, all she could see was a ceiling, slate gray and apparently made of metal. Just barely in the line of her peripheral vision, she thought she could make out a lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

"Ah, I see the sedative has started to wear off."

She wanted to flinch at the gravelly male voice, but found that her body would not respond. She couldn't see the speaker, but he had to be close. She licked her lips, wondering if she was even going to be able to speak. Her mind focused on the part about the sedative; she hadn't felt waves tugging at her, it was her body trying to shake off the effects of whatever drug he had given her.

"Who… who are you?" She croaked, her throat feeling as though she'd swallowed copious amounts of gravel

"Surely you don't think I'm going to tell you? Please, Dr. Brennan, this isn't my first rodeo."

"I don't … know what that means," She answered, trying to swallow, "How do you know my name?"

"Oh, I know a lot about you, Temperance. I've been studying you."

"Why?"

"You don't think you're here for a reason? That I haven't chosen you very carefully?"

"Have you?" She asked, straining to see the speaker

"Of course."

She made a throaty noise as she tried in vain to wiggle her fingers. She'd already tried to wiggle her toes, but it was all to no avail. As far as she could tell, Brennan could speak and see, and that was the extent of it. She was effectively immobilized.

"Aren't you going to ask me what the reason is?" Her captor prodded

"Whatever it is, it doesn't matter."

"Au Contraire, Dr. Brennan. It matters greatly."

"Fine. Why me? What reason could you possibly have for kidnapping me?"

The man passed in front of the light momentarily, a dark shadow that moved across the line of her vision. The air swirled around her head, and then that same dark, gravelly voice that was speaking to her was at her ear, whispering.

"To make him pay, of course. I will bring Seeley Booth to his knees; and you're going to help me."