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Booth groaned. His head felt like it had been hit on with a brick. He went to open his eyes, only to realize that he was surrounded by blinding light. His head pounded as he planted his hands firmly on the ground and eased himself into a sitting position. He took a deep breath as he, once again, opened his eyes. He lifted his hand to the back of his head to check for damage. He winced as he ran it over a large gash on the back of his head. He brought his hand forward to find his fingers covered with blood.
"Damn it!" he muttered. He looked down to find his body covered in bruises and gashes, not unlike the one on the back of his head. He groaned as he let himself lie back down on the ground. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering how filthy the ground could be, meaning his wounds could get infected, but at the moment he was too tired to care. He closed his eyes for a moment to try and concentrate on the situation. He heard a creak as a door opened. He listened as something or someone landed with a thump. He lay completely still listening to the wheezing coming from the other person in the room. The door shut and he heard the 'click' of the lock. They were trapped. Just as he was about to get up, he heard a familiar voice.
"Damn it!" it screamed. He heard the person stride toward the door and begin to knock on it. "Let me out! I will not stand for this! I refuse to be taken prisoner! Ugh!" His eyes flew open at the high pitched squeals. He knew that voice. He quickly sat up, only to find himself taken over by dizziness. He steadied himself as he lowered himself back to a lying position. He took a deep breath. He heard the pounding stop as the woman gasped. He listened as she slowly walked towards him.
"Booth?" she asked. He sighed as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey Ange." Her eyes were red, and her cheeks showed traces of tears. She had been crying, not to long ago, but why? Where were they, and why were they there? He slowly began to get up, being careful, as to not further his injuries. She saw what he was doing and helped him into a sitting position. He slowly turned around so he could lean against the wall. He didn't know what had happened to him, but whatever it was had made him extremely weak. He took a deep breath and swallowed his pain. It wasn't just about him any more, it was about Ange too. He looked up to see her eyes filled with concern.
"Booth, are you okay?" she asked. He nodded, but placed his hand on the back of head once again to check if the gash was still bleeding. He brought his hand forward and, once again, found blood on it. He sighed and let his head fall back against the wall. He pushed himself forward, just enough to start to work his shirt off.
"What are you doing?" Angela asked. He grunted as he began to lift the shirt.
"I need you to help me get my shirt off," he explained. "I have a gash on the back of my head. I need something to use to apply pressure, to stop the bleeding." Angela nodded and helped lift his shirt off. Within a few moments, they had it off his body and pressed against the wound on his head. He sighed as he rested against the wall. He opened his eyes and looked over Ange to check for any injuries that she might have had. He saw only slight bruising and a few minor cuts. Unfortunately for him, she saw him looking.
"Seeley Booth, are you checking me out?" she asked. He could tell she was attempting to hide her fear by flirting and making jokes. He smiled.
"And if I was?" he asked. She smiled. He laughed in response.
"Well, I wouldn't have a problem with that, but Jack and Bren might." He watched her eyes cloud over. He knew that she was thinking about them.
"Well Hodgins would. I know that for a fact. He's pretty protective for a little guy. He loves you. As for Bones, she wouldn't care. Why the hell would she? I mean, she's getting married. To Hacker." Booth suddenly got quiet. He sighed. For a girl who was completely against marriage, she had an odd way of showing it. Her wedding was next month, and he was supposed to be a groomsman.
"Why didn't you go after her Booth? Who cares if she was going out with Hacker, you should have told her how you felt. At least that way she would have options." Booth took a deep breath and raised his head so he was looking right at Ange.
"'If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.' Bones knows how I feel about her. She chose him. I had to let her go, it was obvious that she was never mine," he explained.
"Booth, that's not true. She's always been yours. She always will be," Ange responded.
"Yeah? Well if that's true, then why is she getting married next month. I've spent the past 5 years trying to talk her into marriage. She's always rejected the idea, as if it were venomous or something, then suddenly, one day she walks into my office and says 'I'm engaged!'. Next thing I know, my boss is telling me that he wants me to be one of his groomsmen. What am I supposed to do? Say no? How can I say no to him? Especially since it's Bones's wedding. As much as I may want to avoid going to my soul mate's wedding, she would be upset, which would make him upset, which would turn everything into a giant mess!" Booth cried.
"Woah. Okay, back up a bit there Booth. You think that Bren is your soul mate?" she asked.
"No," he answered. "I know that she is." Angela smiled.
"Then you shouldn't take 'no' for an answer." She laughed. "Hodgins and I would never have gotten together if he accepted the word 'no'. Do you have any idea how many times he hit on me and asked me out before I finally said yes? Because let me tell you, it was a lot." Booth watched as her eyes filled with tears.
"Don't worry Ange, we're gonna get out of here," he promised. She nodded.
"How much you wanna bet that Hodgins has been at the lab since the moment he noticed that you were gone?" She smiled.
"Bren would be there too. It doesn't matter that she's marrying Hacker. She loves you Booth," she said.
"Then that's just one more reason for us to find a way out of here," he answered. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. She broke down into sobs the moment she was safely in his arms. They sat there for hours, him holding her, and her letting him.
Booth looked down at the image of a sleeping Ange. After about an hour of crying, she began to relax, knowing that Booth would protect her. It was soon after that, that she fell asleep. Booth now sat there, holding her close and listening to the peaceful sound of her sleeping. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, figuring that if she could sleep under the circumstances, then he could as well. He readjusted Angela's position, so her back was rested against his chest, and he placed his arms around her. He then leaned back and closed his eyes, determined to get some sleep. As he closed his eyes, he concentrated on Angela's steady breathing. Slowly, he began to drift off.
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