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Jim was still dripping when he reached the hotel room. "Bones! You shoulda come with me to the pool! It was gorgeous," he called. He could hear the shower running. "I had to bat the ladies off with a stick. The sacrifices I make for you!"
He started to move towards the bathroom but froze when he saw the open window. His eyes narrowed as they took in the scratches on the frame. Almost unconsciously, he grabbed his phaser from the bedside table draw and slapped the comm on the wall. "Security alert. Room 104," he said quietly.
Jim didn't wait for an answer as he held the phaser out in front of him. He quietly stepped around the bed, noting with dismay the obvious signs of a fight: picture off the wall, items from the dresser scattered to the floor. His heart pounded painfully in his chest.
"Bones?" Jim called, inching towards the bathroom. His ears strained for any sound other than the shower. Please be okay, he thought fiercely.
The bathroom was enormous, annoyingly so at the moment.
Jim kept inching forward until he finally swung the corner to face the shower stall. "Bones!"
McCoy was sitting in the shower, still wearing the dark button down shirt he had worn to dinner. He was soaked through.
Jim took a step closer and saw a trail of blood leading from where Bones was sitting to the drain. His breath caught. "No … Bones …"
McCoy didn't move, didn't look up at him.
Jim quickly set down the phaser and turned off the water. He knelt beside his lover, removing his towel and wrapping it around him. "It's okay. I've got you. Help's on the way." His hand went to back of McCoy's neck almost of its own accord. "Bones? Say something. Look at me."
Bones turned his head slowly, looking up at Jim; his hazel eyes were reddened and almost blank.
Jim slowly reached a hand and pushed Bones's sopping hair out of his face. "It's okay. I'm here." He winced as he saw a nasty purple bump on his lover's forehead. "You'll be all right."
"Jim? I'm cold."
Jim squeezed closer, wrapping his arms around his lover. "That better?"
Bones leaned his forehead against Jim's and nodded minutely.
Jim bit his lip until he could almost taste blood. Whoever had raped Bones was going to pay for it with interest. His anger surged as he spotted remains of McCoy's pants and briefs, shredded and discarded in the corner of the shower. "You see their faces?"
Bones nodded again.
"They take anything?"
"No. Just …" he trailed off and shivered.
"I'm so sorry," Jim murmured, kissing the top of Bones's head. "I should have been here. I should've –"
"Sorry. Ruined … shore leave –"
"Bones, no. This was not your fault."
Bones convulsed with the first sob.
Jim held him tighter. "Tell me what you need."
"Just don't go. Please."
Jim shushed him as he heard the door to the hotel room open. "I won't, Bones. I won't." He knew how much it took for Bones to ask for anything. "Whatever happens, I'm staying with you. I promise."