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CHAPTER TEN

At first there was a buzzing noise – it was unlike the song of the insects that infiltrated their hut every night, but more of a constant hum that awoke her from her slumber.

Temperance Brennan was lying flat on her back, and the mixture of blood, sweat, and dust combined as putty that covered her face and clothing. She tried to open her eyes, and did so very slowly so as not to aggravate her raging headache.

Booth.

This thought immediately brought Brennan to her senses, and she slowly sat up. Inspecting herself to ensure that no bones were broken, she strained her neck until she located his crumpled body on the ground next to her. "Booth. Booth you have to wake up." She managed as she crawled over to him, her voice dry and whispery. He was in the same condition that Brennan was in, but luckily nothing seemed to be broken. Nudging his shoulder and touching his face gently with her spare hand, Brennan breathed a sigh of relief when his eyelids slowly opened.

His eyes held a sense of confusion for a brief moment, but as he took in his surroundings and the battered face of his partner, Booth achieved the adrenaline push that he needed.

"Are you alright?" Booth asked as he sat up and inspected Brennan's face thoughtfully. Immediately Brennan was reminded of the time he came to see her in New Orleans, and part of her wished she could go back to that day. Anything to be away from here…

"Nothing's broken." She replied, omitting the fact that she could hardly keep her eyes open with the pulsating pain coming from her head. "You?"

"Same." He winced as he slowly got to his feet. Once he was standing he held out his hand which she grasped thankfully. She slowly rose to her feet, but then stumbled forward in response to an overwhelming surge of dizziness. "Easy now… you're okay." Booth said into her hair as he supported most of her weight with his arms. Once she had regained her strength he slowly started to let go.

"Thanks." She whispered gratefully, steeling one last glance at Booth before taking in her surroundings.

They were being held in what appeared to be a simple mud brick room with a dusty dirt floor which had soaked up small puddles of blood over the years. The only light came from the cracks between mud bricks, which illuminated the room with bright stripes and beams of light spurting from the walls. There was a bowl of cloudy water on the ground, presumably for them to drink.

After assuring himself that Brennan could stand on her own, Booth walked over to the door to inspect it. There was definitely no moving the door, and through a crack he could see a guard sitting on a chair with a shotgun. Booth turned to motion for Brennan to come and see, but she had already walked up beside him and witnessed the situation for herself.

Standing very close together by the door, their eyes met for a moment in silence. Booth pushed a strand of bloody, matted hair out of her face and looked at the large bruise forming on her forehead.

"That looks like it hurts"

Brennan shrugged slightly. "It could have been worse."

Booth nodded and turned his back on the door to observe the room once more. "So it looks like we'll have to get out of here some other way."

Brennan nodded silently, deep in thought. She walked over to one of the walls to determine how hard it would be to break out, until she heard a sharp intake of breath from Booth. "Bones, your back…" he said calmly as he walked behind Brennan and placed his hand on the pool of blood that seeped all over the back of her shirt. Booth lifted her shirt slightly to reveal the sheathed knife that had somehow cut her white skin in several places. Booth could see that the cuts were not deep enough to require stitches, but they still looked very painful. Brennan couldn't see what Booth was doing back there, but the instant she felt his fingers on her back her body recognized the pain from the cuts. She had been so focused on the gnawing ache of her head that she'd barely felt them. The feeling of his hands barely caressing her back sent a tiny tingle down her spine, which she was sure had nothing to do with her concussion.

Booth chuckled as he removed the knife from the back of her pants. "Only you, Bones, can smuggle a knife into a place like this…"

Just then Booth heard footsteps approach the door and he quickly slid the sheathed knife into the back of his own pants, not wanting to injure Brennan's back any further.

A man entered the room, and he reminded Booth very much of Menihau. However, there was something about this man that was much more sinister. Booth couldn't place it, but clearly this was an extremely dangerous situation – the very kind of situation that he swore to protect Brennan from. The man started speaking in a language completely foreign to Booth and Brennan, and Booth instinctively stepped slightly in front of Brennan. Normally, Brennan would have stepped out of his shield, but she was much too sore to argue.

"English." Booth said, interrupting the man. The man stopped talking and looked at Booth curiously. It was evident that the man knew hardly any English, but the words he did know portrayed the severity of their situation quite well.

"Death." He said, pointing at them both. "Morning."

This automatically set Booth off and he walked toward the man quickly. "Listen here, pal, you have to let us out of here. I'm FBI –" Suddenly the guard from outside stood and pointed his shotgun at Booth, who instantly raised his hands in defeat. With one last vicious glance at Brennan, the mysterious man and the guard left the room and locked it as fast as they had entered it.

Booth slid down the wall slowly in a sitting position and looked over at Brennan. "You know what Bones? I really wish you'd taken my advice on taking normal vacations. Somewhere warm, but without death and creepy foreign guys with guns would be great." He said sarcastically, trying to lighten to mood.

Brennan gave him a half-smile as she walked over at sat down beside him slowly. "And what would be the fun in that?"

Booth of them smiled and then individually stared at the ground. It must have been early afternoon by now, which meant they had just over 12 hours before they would be coming back to kill them. If they even waited that long.

"We could die here." Brennan stated slowly.

Booth studied her for a moment before draping his arm around her tiny frame. She stiffened for a moment, before realizing the incredible calming effect he had on her. Booth didn't answer, because in this case there was no correct thing to say. Obviously he would do anything in his power to prevent that, even if it meant giving his own life, but there was no way he could ensure Brennan's safety. This drove him mad.

"Booth, about before…" Brennan whispered, suddenly aware of how close his face was from her own.

"Shhhh…" he said, quieting her. The slight tickle of his breath on her nose caused her eyelids to flutter twice. Leaning in ever so slowly, to make sure she wanted this too, Booth brushed his dry lips against her pale cheek. Their gazes met instantly, and Booth saw no sign of hesitation from Brennan.

His gaze made its way across her face and his lips slowly grazed her nose, and then her other cheek. Brennan shut her eyes in anticipation for his lips finally upon her own, but they fluttered open when she felt him kiss her forehead. He lingered there for a moment, and Brennan exhaled against his neck – causing a sensation in Booth's body that he had never experienced. Immediately, he realized he'd never gotten so much pleasure out of one breath in his entire lifetime.

At this, his lips finally made their way back down to find her own. Their kiss was tentative at first, as if they were testing each other to see who would break first. Booth continued to lay feather-light kisses on her lips; sweet, tender, and not the immediate ferocity that Booth had always imagined their first kiss would posses.

This kiss was not between Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth, this kiss was between Temperance and Seeley.

As his lips lingered on hers for longer and longer, it was if something between the two of them just snapped. The dam had burst. The world had not ended because they crossed a line, rather, the world was made better because of it.

At this realization, the intensity between them increased to the point where neither of them could get enough. Though it had taken the threat of death to catalyze their new relationship, the only thing they could focus on now was each other.

They broke apart to catch their breath for a moment and Booth couldn't help but grin impishly. The smile reached her own eyes just as he lowered his head to kiss the skin beneath her ear, and traced the outline of her faintly bruised jaw.

Brennan opened her mouth to speak, but then lost her train of thought as she gave herself up to the sensation. She knew in the back of her mind that they should be finding some way to escape, but for right now all she wanted was this.

"I wish we could go back to that day at the waterfall…" she whispered as he continued to kiss her neck and softly soothe her sore back with his hands.

"I'll take you back there, babe. I'll take you back…" he whispered.

Okay so not exactly hut-smut… more like jail-smut, really… is that alright?
Please review! I have more of this up my sleeve… not literally… more like on my laptop…