It was a long nights work for Temperance Brennan, after hours of gruelling work she took the all too familiar walk home following her usual route, although she tried her best to hide it , todays case had taken its toll. She took a turn into a nearby alleyway, hoping to find a shorter route home to her apartment , all she wanted was to be alone right now, but someone was desperate to make sure that wasn't going to happen.

Her senses went into overdrive as she heard footsteps behind her, but by then it was too was over in minutes, but for the sense the world made to her at this moment the minutes might well have been hours. Her training failed her, her strength was gone. All she could do was lay there while he violated her, overcome by the fear that had driven away her anger.

Tears flooded down the forensic anthropologists face as she lay there, thinking or those she loved and wouldn't leave behind and all the whilst he was doing this to her she lay, picturing Angela, Cam, Hodgins, Sweets, and Booth. She couldn't yell: there was a piece of cloth in her mouth with hairs so strong they scratched her tongue. Movement was impossible; he crushed her hands into the pavement with one of his own, and pinned her legs down by digging his knees into her thighs. All she could do was lay there and stare at the broken streetlamp above her.

She knew she should be feeling some amount of pain, but all she felt was a chill that bored its way deep inside her mind as well as her body. He was still there, standing over her with a blade in his hand and a smile on his lips. She eyed the blade warily, before returning her gaze to his face.

A strong shiver wracked her body and a look of pleading formed on her face as his features re arranged and contorted into sheer anger. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and beat her head once upon the ground. Her eyes rolled back slightly before fixing their gaze on his face once more with yet another pleading look.

This enraged him further as he knelt down so his lips were level with her ear. He slowly pressed the blade to her throat, and laughed softly as her breath came in terrified gasps. He nibbled her earlobe slightly before allowing words to form on his tongue.

"You tell anyone about tonight, and I will kill you. Understand?"

A feeble nod was all it took for the unknown assailant to get up and return to his black car , leaving her cold, violated and laid there, now dazed by the pain at the base of her skull and by the shock that was threatening to overcome her. She released the breath she had no idea she had been holding in a long blow when she heard his car pull away from the pavement and go screeching up the road.

Her senses were beginning to return to her, she felt pain in her shoulders where he had shoved her into a wall before dragging her to the ground, she felt the place on her face where his hand had muffled her screams, she could feel the blood running down the side of her neck where the blade had been only moments ago.

She wiggled the fingers on her left hand experimentally and nearly cried out as the pain from her broken fingers awoke. Next she tried to move her legs, but the pain in her thighs slowed this dramatically.

After managing to move her legs so her knees were sticking in the air she slowly began to sit up, cradling her injured hand. Next she pulled the cloth from her mouth and made a grab for her jacket with her good hand, but it was too far out of reach with her arms.

Without warning a sound became apparent to her, it was some distance away but getting closer and closer as it came down the road she was lying on. A sound that was all too familiar to her, the sound of someone's high heels clopping down the road in the dead of night, ricocheting off of nearby houses.

She felt panic well up inside her; she didn't want anyone to see her like this. She turned onto her front agonisingly slowly and while ignoring the pain creeping up her legs, arms and ribs and half crawled, half dragged her form into a nearby alleyway. Too late.

The clopping had increased in speed; it was a running pace now, with an all too familiar voice yelling out in panic at the sight of the women on the ground.

She had nowhere to hide, the alleyway was empty. The only choice left to her was to make herself as small as possible, so that's what she did. Ignoring the pain travelling up her arm from her hurt fingers, she wrapped both hands around her knees and bought them as close to her chest as possible, waiting to be discovered.