They pulled up your phone records, and everyone in the FBI was looking for you. Temperance was angry but kept focusing on the boy who was hunted like an animal. They were close to the guy who killed the boy, but when they were going to the next house to interview, which was hours away, the house had been abandoned for years. It was suspicious, but there was nothing there it was spotless. It had been recently cleaned to the point that they couldn't get any prints. It showed everyone that you were taken under their noises without any indication or any prior warning.

You had been almost kidnapped several times from the day you were born till now, and today of all days, you were taken. Sweets was trying to be calm because he knew how well you handled stressful situations and when you had a calm face to be ready for a violent outburst if you were angry. But he was terrified, especially because they had found several bodies that were years old. Someone was hinting that these kids like animals, and now you were next. All the kids were athletic, but they came from different backgrounds, poor, rich, black, and white. It didn't matter. They weren't even from the same states to make matters worse.

The FBI got a video of you that was live but untraceable after being gone for almost 24 hours. You were tired of what looked like a shed that was made out of metal. It was hard to tell because it was a bad video, but it was you lying on the floor.

"I got her. It was a lot easier than expected," you heard a voice say as you slowly started waking up.

You jolted a bit realizing you had been taken, which made you angry first, then scared. You looked around and saw a guy on his phone with his back to you, making you look at him shocked.

"Idiot," you thought as you saw how you were tied up.

You quickly laced your feet through your arms as the guy was talking away, proud of himself for kidnapping you. You untied your feet, then you grabbed the knife that Parker got you for your twelfth birthday out of your bra and started to cut yourself free.

The guy turned around, and you untied the gag, then spit it out.

"I'm FBI!" You said as he dropped his phone in the water, destroying it so you couldn't get in contact with anyone.

"I know," he said as he tried grabbing you, but you stabbed him in the leg and then punched the guy hard in the face.

You weren't used to fighting grown men, but boys, your age, who had no fighting experience, but this guy had some since he hit you back but only grazed you. He pulled the knife out of his leg and tried to stab you with it, but you bit his hand, making him let it go, and then you slammed his head into a table. You got out the knife and stabbed him in the throat, making everyone gasp in shock.

"Booth, she killed someone!!!" Angela screamed as your brother looked at you shocked as well.

No one was prepared for that, but you had been trained by several FBI agents, your mother, your brother, and your grandfather. You were their little angel, and they wanted you to be safe at all times. You sat down for a second and took a breather, trying to figure out what just happened. You weren't aiming for his neck. You were trying to get his back or something else. You were trying not to cry, but then you realized you had been taken for who knows how long, and you needed to get home.

You got up and found a door, but it was locked, and the guy had no key.

"Fuck!!" You growled as you tried to body slam your way out.

You were with a dead body and no way out. You searched the body and found nothing. You screamed in anger and started throwing stuff until you saw some chemicals on some of the shelves.

"What would Hodgins do?" You asked as you looked over the chemicals and smiled.

"Party time," you said as you got your knife and started ripping off the dead guy's clothes, then your own.

"What is she doing?" Temperance asked, "Hodgins did you teach her how to make explosives?"

"No... maybe a little," he said as you started mixing chemicals.

You started drenching the clothes in it and packing it around the door, leaving some of the jugs by the door after making a trail. You saw the lights and stacked stuff to get to them and got out the wires. You checked for power after you cut the wires, and you lit the liquid, and the door exploded.

You were shocked that it worked, but when the door opened, you quickly went out running without a second thought.

"Hodgins, I should fire you for teaching her how to do that, but I won't at this time," Temperance said as Hodgins smiled.

But then the screen went black and had a picture of you with your uncles and aunts, and your face scratched out. 3 days showed up on the screen, but it went all the way down to twelve hours.

Then, a boy who was lying on the ground showed up begging for his life, and he was shot with a shotgun.

Happy hunting!

Twelve hours?! How are we going to find her in that much time?!" Temperance asked, knowing nothing from the bodies that were of any real value. You kept running through the woods but quickly realized you were on a high hilltop.

You had to find a way down without climbing. You quickly went the other way and saw animals were caught in animal traps. You got a stick and started to check for traps. There were so many, and some of them were simple tripwires followed by spikes coming out of a bush.   It was getting dark, and you didn't want to be in the woods alone. You knew whoever took you had a friend, and you had no one. They could find you with ease if they had night vision or, better yet, a flashlight.

"Okay, just get out of the woods. Come on," you said as you saw a body in a trap.

You froze seeing the person was ripped in half, and that alone made you start tearing up. You started crying softly, and anger flooded your body. You were never going to let this happen again.

"I hate people! Why can't we just get along? Why are people so messed up thinking they can just do this to people?!" You screamed, "Don't worry, I am going to make sure you get found."

You were through the night with sticks finding several traps along the way. You were getting dizzy from how tired you were feeling, but you didn't care. You were going to head home, and you were marking a trail as you went so you could find the body later. Your mother made sure you knew never to touch a crime scene and marked where it was so you could show it. You practiced with dead animals, which your father never approved of, but you wanted to be like your mother so badly.

You found a total of seven bodies in various stages of decomposition, so whoever this was privately owned this land or it was secluded enough to have bodies lying around. You saw a guy about your age who was lying on the ground, and you were just going to pass by, but you could have sworn he was breathing. You went over to him, and to your horror, you knew this kid. You saw he wasn't hurt, just passed out in the grass, or so it seemed.

"James?!" You whispered and yelled.

He jolted awake and screamed, but you covered his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up! James, what are you doing here?!" You asked as he looked around.

"Where am I?! I was at a friend's birthday party and I got drunk!" He said as you rolled your eyes.

James was the goalie on your team and a bit of a party animal. You never really got along with him because he hated you. You were the only girl on the team, but you were tougher than most of the boys there. You were the captain and took unnecessary hits for other players, especially when they were getting pushed around. He was recently recovering from surgery and still had a week left before being able to come back as a goalie.

"What have I told you about drinking? You can get suspended off the hockey team for that!" You said as he sighed weakly.

"I know, okay, hey, you are missing, you know that?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do. Come on, let's get out of here," you said as you helped him up.

"So how did you get here?" He asked as you set off a trap, scaring him.

"Believe it or not, by a cab. Watch your step," you said as spent what seemed like hours walking with him.

"You killed someone?" He asked as you were answering honestly what happened to you.

"Yeah, I didn't mean to, but it happened. We need to hurry. I saw seven dead bodies before finding you," you said as he looked at you scared.

"Seven... Y/n what is going on?!" He asked as he fell through a trap and hit the ground hard.

"James! You yelled as he looked up at you.

"I think I broke my leg!" He said as you sighed with relief.

"Hold on!" You said as you got ropes from other traps and made a big rope for him to climb up.

He climbed up barely, and you pulled him up to help him along. You got some wood and made a makeshift cast for his leg.

"Thanks. Hey, I'm sorry about Trevor. I know he wasn't, really didn't like you. Jones made a bet he could make you sleep with him in less than seven weeks. I was going to tell you that he said your house was covered in bugs and you were a freak. He would rather date the ugly Jenny rather than you. His words not mine," he said softly as you sighed.

"Why were you going to tell me, you hate me,' you stated.

"Not really, I just wanted to fit in with the guys, and after that hit, you took for me, you got my respect. Most of the guys were mad because you were the only girl, and you were a lot tougher than you looked. This all proves it," he said.

"Thanks, James, don't feel like it, honestly. We need to keep moving... hold on," you said. you saw his arm bleeding and felt a bump under his skin.

"What?" He asked.

"I think you are being tracked, so that means some of these traps can go off with a push of a button," you said.

"Get it out!" He said.

"I can't! I might get an important vein! Plus, I'm not a doctor!" You said.

"Great, so now what?" He asked.

"We keep going, and I promise I won't leave you," you said.

"I was never thinking you would..." he said.

"Let's go," you said as you helped him up and put his arm around your shoulder.