Chapter 10. You won't loose me

He looked for his target, up and down, searching every ounce of the boat for his trace. Booth found himself at the interior of the boat; he was close to the end now. His back was against to the wall, and his gun in the air, he was quiet; as the waves began to crash against the boat. His breathing increased while Brennan stood still, beside him. Booth scanned the area, looking around for the suspect, but he didn't see him. "Come on Bones." he said waving his hand upright, suggesting that she should follow him. 'What is this victim hiding?' Brennan followed Booth, as his gun was raised close to his head. With each step, the wind began to play a suspenseful song. Booth began to run to a nearby door just a few feet away, Brennan knew that Booth could sense the man was near. He was almost gliding to the door, his gun in his hand, and his breathing was heavy. His heart was passionate about finding this man, even if it meant his life; he wasn't going to let him get away.

The storage room was quiet, with loaded tools and boxes filled around. The floor was a mess, filled with plastic bags and pop cans, it wasn't a healthy environment, especially in Brennan's opinion. She sneezed when she inhaled some of the chemicals that might have been in one of the boxes. She looked around the room she noticed there had been someone here besides the man they were trying to catch. She looked up and saw that the upstairs had been blocked. When she looked to her far right, she saw something off to the distance; it was a shadow. "Booth." she whispered, hoping that he would hear her. She wasn't too far away, but she knew that he was up there.

"What Bones?" he asked turning around, he stopped for one second, and realized that she was looking up at something particular. "What is it?" he was near her now, he could smell her perfume, and he wanted to kiss her; but they had to catch this guy.

She froze, waiting for the right moment to tell him. She put her finger on her lips, as Booth stayed quiet for a moment. She looked at him, "Booth, he is up there." she pointed to the shadow on the far right of the stair case.

Booth's eyes widened, he saw exactly what she was talking about. He smiled, and began to run to the stairs on the far right of the room. She followed and didn't ask the questions that still lingered in her head. She trusted Booth, and she wasn't going to let him down. But, when she got but a few feet from the stair case, her chest began to hurt. She felt herself giving in, so, she took in a sharp breath, and stopped. Booth didn't stop to wait. She sat on a near by cartage, she put her elbows on her knees and rubbed her face, forcing herself to breathe slower. 'Why did I stop? Booth might need me.' "Dammit." she cursed, she got up and caught up with Booth.

Booth heard noises coming from the room; the door was shut. He knew someone was scurrying stuff around finding something. He checked the door to see if it was open, it wasn't. He groaned softly, as his eyes were sensible and ready. He put his gun aside to his waist, and was about to kick the door down, but Brennan stopped him. He felt her hand on his shoulder, easing him from his guard. He turned and faced her. "What is the matter?" he asked impatiently.

Brennan rolled her eyes and whispered, "There is another door over there," she felt the hope at last; they were ready to catch him. "it's more logical to go that way." she put her arm down to her side. He nodded and went to the other door.

"Bones stay here." he said looking back to her. His hand was raised, and his gun still at his side.

"Why?" she asked stubbornly. She wanted to go with him.

"Just stay there!" he was whispering, but it sounded harsher that way. He knew if the victim were to run again, he would go to the locked door. When he would open it, Bones would fight him until he got there. He trusted every ounce of hope he had on that. He slowly moved to the door, his hand was on the trigger. He positioned himself by the door; he slowly looked at his partner who wasn't too far away. Her eyes were locked on his for every step he took. She felt scared, she felt weak, and she felt unable to watch. She didn't want to loose him, not like the last time.

'You can do this; you're going to be fine. You can do this, come on, come on Booth. Come on Booth! No! Come on!' she put her hand by the hole in his chest, when she did; his blood soaked into her palm. 'don't leave me! Come on Booth!' She pulled him up to her, and laid her head on his shoulder and his body touched her heart.

Brennan's heart skipped a beat, as she watched him carefully. The pain left from that memory made her run to him, for once she felt scared.

"Bones." he groaned, he put his arms around her tightly.

Her chin was on his shoulder, at once she felt safe. She wanted him to feel the same way she did. She closed her eyes, as some tears fell down her cheeks, Booth and Brennan were partially together, and she didn't wan't to loose him this time. "I almost lost you once, and I don't want to feel that way again." she began to pull him closer to her, feeling weaker.

She pulled herself away from him; they looked at each other for sometime.

Without a word Booth smiled; he loved her so much, that his world was right in front of him, and that was her. She had always been there for him; she had always had faith in him even though he didn't have any in himself. He knew why she didn't want to leave his side this time; she wanted to help him. A sharp feeling shot through him; he never knew he could have feelings like this for someone before. He touched her face, and whipped some of her tears away. "You won't loose me, not now…or ever Bones."

She felt herself go to him slowly, she reached for him, it had been so long ago that she did and now they were finally together; in each others arms. Her hand touched his chest, and then she touched his heart with her palm; her body leaned against his. He kissed her on the forehead, and wrapped his arms around her.

Suddenly there was a noise that came from the door, a gunshot; but where? They both shot up still in each others arms. "Let's go!" Booth demanded. He quickly got into position as Brennan was beside him, "Are you ready?" he asked looking into her eyes. He knew she was ready. "Alright...5...4...3...2...1..." he threw his body weight against the door as hard as he could. The doorknob fell off, and finally they were in.

It was dark, rats every where in sight, the smell was terrible, and on top of that, the room was completely empty. Slowly making their way through the darkness, Booth was ahead of her, she was close to his back, trying to see if she could see anything. "Why is it empty?" she asked having a feeling of sickness rush through her. There was a shiver that came within her, knowing just how many times a case seemed so damn familiar.

"I don't know Bones, I don't know." he wasn't too interested why it was empty, he just wanted to find that man. He noticed blood on the floor, and aside from that, a body. "Bones!" he yelled running to the body, his heart nearly skipped ten beats at once.

She ran to his side, checking the body for a pulse. There was one. "She is alive Booth." she quickly took out her cell phone and dialed 911, just before she did, the murderer was unlocking the door.

"Bones, you wait until they get here and I'll get him!" he yelled after the man, leaving Brennan by herself. She wanted to go with him, but she didn't have a choice. Sadly, she waited for help to arrive.

"Booth!" she yelled as her heart was nearly breaking.

Booth found himself outside, following a psychopath throughout the docks. He raised his gun, wanting to shoot the murderer now. He knew that it was a foolish mistake to leave bones behind but he wanted to catch the killer. Making his way slowly to another boat, he spotted him. The man was resting; his face was covered with blood, while one of his fingers was missing, for an instinct he knew that his partner may be in danger now. So, he slowly approached him.

"I am going to be alright, I tried to help her, I tried to help her." he was panicking he reached for god to give him strength to go and fight again. But, he didn't have any strength to continue.

Booth watched him, he was very curious. "What are you talking about?" Booth asked. He felt like laughing at the sight of him. He wasn't too clean; he was a major hippy by heart. His hands were bleeding, and his face looked as if it wasn't shaved for at least a year.

The man rose up in defense, his fists were tightly together. And, with this Booth did laugh. "What are you going to do hit me?" he said not helping with a small bit of laughter aroused from his cheeks.

"Get away from me, I warned you the last time." he sounded scared.

Booth felt misunderstood. "I am Agent Seeley Booth, a FBI agent, and what are you talking about?" he still felt confused.

The man's eyes widened, "You made a foolish mistake coming here."

Booth's head tilt a little, his curiosity widened. "Why?"

The man's shock lightened with the sunlight that was present. "The last man that came here died, trying to save an innocent woman from the master."

"Sully." Booth felt a hint of hope come before him, "Who is the master?" he asked, wishing to go back to Bones.

"The master is one who cannot be said just who she is."

"She??" Booth felt even more confused then before. "She is a she?"

"Yes, filled with jealously and with anger. I suggest you stay away from her." the man began to fell at ease with the winds. The waves began to become larger with each minute that went by.

"Great, thanks, what is her name." Booth began to write things down as he kept an eye on the man. "What is your name?"

"I cannot say the masters name Agent Booth. And, my name?" he looked down at the ground, he seemed to have forgotten his own name. "I don't remember, but you can call me Jonnie."

Booth laughed, and nodded.

"Booth! Booth!" Brennan said coming from behind him.

"Hey Bones. Is the woman alright?" Booth asked as he saw the faint smile on her face.

"She is going to be fine, the FBI suggested that I look for you." she smiled and focused her attention to the man in front of her. "Isn't that the murderer?" she asked pointing at Jonnie.

"No, I am not a murderer lady--"

"Hey! Watch it buddy!" Booth said aiming the handcuffs in his face.

Jonnie rolled his eyes, "It's a good thing that she is alright though."

"So why exactly did the woman get there?" Booth asked looking at Brennan who was clueless.

He sighed, not wanting to let them know on random stuff. "She was an anthropologist, who the master was going to kill. She was so eager to do so, she wanted me to get rid of her. I insisted that she was innocent. So I,"

"Did what?" Brennan asked raising a brow.

"The master told me to kill her, but I didn't--I didn't because she didn't do anything wrong."

"So, you disobeyed your master to save someone's life?" Brennan felt something in her heart that meant danger was near.

"Yeah." he took in a nervous breath, and the case still was confusing more then ever.

"So, now what do we do Bones?" Booth asked.

Brennan's thoughts were filled in her beautiful blue eyes. "I would say he should stick with us Booth. He might be useful."

Booth groaned, as he put the handcuffs on Jonnie. "I am going to talk to my partner for a minute alright, don't go any where." He nodded, as Booth and Brennan began to talk. "I think we should ask him more questions."

Brennan agreed but she was getting sick of being here. "We can do that, but what about in the interrogation room."

"We can do that." He smiled, as he thought of another idea. "And, then maybe tonight we can discuss something at dinner, and uhh then...?"

She couldn't help but to smile, she turned her head back and forth, as she laughed. "We can do that."

"Ahh, but you said that we should wait, until this case is over." he whined.

Brennan rolled her eyes, "Booth." she was serious, a little part of her didn't want to wait any longer either. "I think we should wait for the woman to be conscious."

"Aww does that mean no..." he stopped; she put her finger on his lips to make him quiet.

"We should protect her tonight Booth. Besides, we can wait." she was right, but her body was literally screaming at her.

They both faced Jonnie, and just like that, they would go to the hospital, and stay with the unconscious woman tonight.

Do you think those two will sleep together tonight? Even if they are in the hospital, do you think they can make it? And, is this man telling the truth? I am so sorry for the delay; I have been busy with school and Halloween planning forever. Please review and please enjoy the remaining chapters.