B&B

Brennan slowly came to, her head throbbing with a heavy, dull pain. She found herself duct-taped to a chair, her hands and feet also bound. Her father, similarly restrained, smiled gently at her when he saw she was awake.
"Glad to see your up," he said. "The bleeding from the wound on your forehead has finally stopped."
"Where am I?"
"Foreclosed warehouse on 35th street."
"Mmm." With a jolt, she remembered her partner. "Booth. Oh, God, Booth! No! I have to get out of here, I have to-"
"Honey, relax. Booth's going to be fine. Ambulances were already almost there when we left. They'll save him. And...

Part 2

Booth sat in his office, his feet propped up on the desk. He was fiddling with a Rubix Cube that Parker had دیا him last week. He still couldn't get that one blue row to match up. Sweets knocked on the door, and Booth waved him in.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I noticed that Dr. Brennan is quite disturbed. She's slightly, well, snappish. Would آپ happen to know why?"
"Sweets, really? آپ seem to be abusing your position as an excuse to get into the gossip loop at the Jeffersonian."
"Well, as a psychologist, I have a right to know!"
Booth raised his palms in a gesture of defeat. "All right....

"C'mon, Bones, what's up?"
Brennan stared out the window as Booth expertly made his way through traffic. He turned left and parked a few feet away from the yellow tape. Police cars and ambulances dotted the scene, lights flashing and reporters milling around. She got out of the car and headed over to where Zach and Hodgens were already waiting, Booth following behind her.
"Hello, Dr. Brennan," Zach greeted. Brennan nodded in reply.
"So what's up?" asked Booth. Hodgens looked up and replied, "There's a body tied to a stake on the roof. The victim was burned alive, the entrails cut out, and-"...