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"Cherry?"
*Trigger warning* After everything they had been through had brought to this moment. Every case they had worked on and every bad guy they had brought down. It all leads to somewhere far away, in a land where the bad guys capture the good guys and fuck with their heads. Chelsea's brain was throbbing against her skull. She couldnt see much, it was dark and the radio was blaring in the car. She felt the pain throbbing down to her neck and she just sucks a breath.
"Oh, God. What - What happened? Where am I?" she turns the keys in the ignition She frantically feels around to figure out where she is. The radio is on. She reaches behind her neck and feels something. "Ugh. Oh god." She reaches up and turns on the inside light and exhales. She sees her phone, smashed and lying on the passenger seat. She then tries to open the car door. "Oh, Come on!" She tries to open the door, to no avail. She tries to roll down the window, only to have dirt/rocks fall in the car on her. She quickly rolls up the window. Then turns off the radio. She stops to collect herself and hears a moaning noise coming from the back seat. She's not alone. She turns around and sees Jack Hodgins, and he appears to be in worse shape than her. "Hodgins." She climbs in the back seat. "Hodgins. Are you all right? Can you talk?" She puts her hand on his leg...only to find blood and gashes on them. " Your legs. What happened to your legs?"
"Where are we?"
"We're buried alive. He must have got us." Chelsea explains out of breath.
"Who?"
"The Grave Digger." She looks around the car and sees the dirt covering all the windows.
48 Hours Earlier....
There was a small group of onlookers as a sheriff walks up to Booth and Chelsea.
"My superior says to let you look at the...flying saucer."
Chelsea shakes her head. "It's not a flying saucer."
"It sure looks like one. Local kids dirt biking. Something shiny poking through the dirt. They dig it out, look in the window and see aliens."
