Notes; Hi hi! Missed me? I know I said I would update soon, but I was working and my muse had took off so I had a little trouble with writing this chapter, this morning however my muse came back and I finished it. It's a little short, but you'll see why as I thought that was a good ending for this chapter. I'm going on holiday soon (or I might not, depends on how my grams is..otherwise UK here I come!), but I'll try to write chapter 11 tomorrow and sunday, not sure if I have time.. otherwise I'll be writing on my holiday anyway if I get bored.

Right so next thing, thanks for all the lovely reviews that were posted for the previous chapter, I hope I get that many again! Now go and read chapter 10, you've been waiting for it long enough now.

Disclaimer; Still don't own Bones, not very likely that I will ever own it.


Chapter 10 – Burning up

Booth groaned, his head feeling heavy when he struggled to open his eyes. A strong smell filled his nostrils and he pulled a face while sniffing the air. He knew that smell, it was familiar. Onions? Booth sat up and his eyes widened at the sigh in front of him. Not onions, gas. And fire. Through the thick smoke that was beginning to fill up the room he could barely make out the lifeless body of Thompson on the ground, a shattered lamp laying next to him; the source of the fire. Outside he could hear some sirens and then it all came back to him.

Shit. Bones. Booth looked around frantically and spotted her lying behind him on the muddy floor, her eyes closed. Quickly he crawled over to her on his knees and placed two fingers gentle in her neck, on one of her jugular veins. He could still feel a pulse and a pretty strong one too, so she wasn't dead that was for sure.

''Bones.'' Booth shook her carefully and placed his hand on her cheek.

''Wake up.'' He tapped her cheek lightly with his fingers, hoping it would wake her. A small sigh escaped her dry lips when she started to stir, she a light tapping on her cheek and frowned slightly wondering what it was, but then she heard Booth's voice. When she opened her eyes and saw the concern on his face she immediately started worrying and she sat up.

''Booth what's..-'' He cut her off.

''Hurry, get up. We need to get out of here.'' The special agent got to his feet and held out his hand, pulling his partner to her feet when she took it.

''What about Thompson?'' Her question made him glance at the unconsious man on the floor. Part of him wanted to let Thompson rot after what he had his partner put through, but on the other hand he was a good cop he wouldn't let people burn alive.

''Fine.'' He quickly shed his jacket and handed it to Bones then he made his way over to Thompson and lifted him over his shoulder the firemen way.

''Booth.'' His partner's voice made him look up and she pointed at the door. The fire had grown and was now almost surrounding them and Brennan looked worried. She hoped that Booth would get them out of this; just like he usually did. Booth let his teeth bite down on his lower lip and frowned slightly, trying to think of a way to escape without getting hurt.

''Bones, use my jacket to protect ur face from the flames. Hurry before they're blocking our way out. Make sure you don't touch the doorknob, it'll be hot.''

''But Booth..-'' He shook his head firmly, cutting her off.

''Go first Bones. Just go. Please.'' She held his pleading gaze and moved his heavy jacket around her shoulders, it didn't smell like him. It smelled like fire, smoke. A small smile graced Booth's lips when he saw his partner almost drowning in his jacket, but he quickly pushed the thought away.

Focus Seeley.

''Go.'' He gave her a small and gentle push towards the door with one hand. She gave him a worried glance over her shoulder before taking a deep breath and making her way towards the door, the smoke in the room soon hiding her from his sight. Booth could feel his heartbeat in his throat and he silently prayed that she'd make it out of the place without getting hurt.

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Temperance didn't keep her eyes off the door when her wet body was being wrapped in a warm blanket. She coughed and attempted to brush a stray of hair out of her face, but Angela had wrapped her arm so tightly in the blanket that she could barely move. Two paramedics rushed towards her and took her to the ambulance, sitting her down and placing an oxygenmask over her mouth. She shot them an angry glare, but didn't resist knowing better than that. Angela sat down next to her and gave her a hug.

''Sweetie, I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried about you.''

Temperance mumbled something into the mask and managed to free one of her arms from the blanket's tight grip. She moved the oxygenmask.

''Why isn't Booth coming out? Ang, tell them to go and help him.'' She looked at her friend a worried frown on her forehead.

Angela nodded and placed a comforting hand on her arm.

''They are Sweetie, he'll be okay. Put your mask back on.'' Angela attempted to take it out of the forensic anthropologist's hand, but failed.

''Bren, sweetie.''

''Not until I know that Booth is safe.'' Suddenly they heard several firemen shout and Brennan quickly turned her head towards the burning building. Booth emerged from it, stumbling slightly and barely holding onto Thompson whom he was still carrying. The water from the hoses that were aimed at the fire soaked him completely and Booth looked up in his partner's direction before collapsing under the weight of the man on his shoulders and falling into the dirt; face first.

To Be Continued...


Notes; You know what to do..