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...
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