A/N Well I'm back from holidays and come bearing a new chapter. To anyone who was confused about John, go back and read the ending of the first chapter, otherwise i hope you enjoy this next part. WARNING: this chapter is a bit darker than my others. Nothing really scary but i thought i would warn you about the ending.
5 minutes earlier.
Temperance stole a quick glance in Booth's direction as he sat down on the floor. He winced in pain as his elbow collided with the wall behind him.
"Are you okay?" asked Temperance sitting down opposite him.
"I'm fine" he muttered through clenched teeth.
Temperance sighed before turning to face away from him. "No your not" she replied though she didn't try and help him. 'If he want's to ignore me, let him' she thought letting an awkward silence fill the small room. Booth broke it a few minutes later.
"Are you going to ring the others?" he asked "Or are we going to be stuck in this hell hole forever?"
"Fine" she huffed. She picked up her phone and dialled in Maura's number.
"Hello" said Maura.
"Maura, it's me" she answered. She wasn't sure how Maura was taking the news of her really being temperance so she decided to stick with Taylor for now.
"Taylor" whispered Maura.
Temperance smiled, 'at least she's talking to me' she thought "Is everyone okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm here with them" replied Maura.
"Good" nodded Temperance. "Can I talk to Angela?"
'Me' she heard Angela say over the line. "Bren?"
Temperance fought back the tears welling up in her eyes. "Hey" was all she could manage in response.
"Oh god, it's really you" cried Angela.
"I missed" she started but was interrupted by the door being knocked down. She spun around reaching to grab what ever was nearest and in the process dropping the phone.
"Oh good, it's just you John" she said in relief, spotting the FBI agent standing at the door. John looked straight at her before turning towards the man seated next to him on the floor. He grabbed Booth by the collar and heaved him up against the door frame, rubbing his hand against Booth's gun shot wound in the process. Booth screamed out in pain.
"John" yelled Temperance "What are you doing"
John swivelled around, letting Booth slump to the ground, pulled out his gun and let a few rounds fly straight at her.
Temperance crashed down against the floor, narrowly missing the bullets aimed at her head. "Temperance" she could hear Angela yelling on the other end of the phone.
'the phone' she thought.
"How did you find me John?" she yelled.
"What do you mean, you always come up here you idiot" he spat.
"That's right I do, whenever I want to be alone this is the place I come to" she continued, praying that some one on the phone was still listening.
"What ever" yelled John before slapping her in the face with the gun. She fell to the floor, slumped against the chair.
"Didn't even fight" laughed John kneeling over to toss her over his shoulder. "You're losing your touch Temperance"
Brennan woke up to the strong throbbing of her head and darkness.
'Where am I' she thought stretching her hands out. She jumped back as her hands touched wood. She felt all around her but she was boxed in on all sides.
"Booth" she called out in vain.
"Sorry Booth's not available right now" snickered someone from outside the box.
Temperance jumped again in surprise as the box jolted. 'So I'm in a box, inside a car' she thought grimly. She blinked a few times. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark she could see a sliver of light coming in, in front of her. She peeked through. Form what she could see she deciphered that her and Booth where both in separate boxes in the back of a truck. She could see the heads of the guys driving the truck. One was John but the other she didn't know. She leaned back against the wooden sides of the box.
"How could I have been so stupid" she chastised herself.
"You couldn't have known he was in on this" she mentally countered. "He was the FBI after all, the same as Booth"
She sighed again. All she could do was wait till they stopped.
The opportunity presented it self a few minutes later when she was thrown forward by the car stopping. A few seconds later the doors where thrown open and the lid was lifted up off the box. Temperance readied herself to fight off the men but as she went for the one in front off her John grabbed her from behind, sticking his hand over her mouth.
"Now, no funny business Temperance or you see your friend over there" he pointed towards Booth lying unconscious next to them "My friends will see to it that he doesn't wake up again. Understand?"
Temperance nodded in agreement.
"Good" he snickered. He let his grip loosen around her and she momentarily dropped to the round. John turned to walk away but then spun back around as if forgetting something. Temperance turned towards him expecting one last threat but all she got was wack to the head with John's gun again, and everything went black.
When she woke the throbbing in her head had in creased again and she could hear screams in the background. She looked around her. She was in a basement of some sort and Booth was no where to be seen. The screaming continued as if the person in question was being tortured. Temperance wrapped her arms around her head to try and stop the screaming penetrating her ears, but it only seemed to make it worse. She tried again. Something about the screaming was making her feel sick and as realisation dawned on her she turned quickly to the sides emptying the contents of her stomach on the way. A few tears escaped down her cheeks as she leaned back. It wasn't just any man screaming from the torture down the hall.
It was Booth.
A/N So, did ya like it. Please let me know. I promise i won't kill Booth off if you do review.
