One week after being taken hostage.

Once they moved me, it seemed like no matter how much I screamed there would be no one to hear it. We'd driven during the night and the last thing I remembered was pulling into the woods, I could smell the trees, the earth all around me, seeing nothing through the blindfold. The dampness around me led me to believe that we'd been underground, maybe a cave or a basement of some kind, but there were no steps leading down, just a slight grade until I felt the cool air hit my skin. I'd tried to run, to get away, and no amount of effort ever got me out of this situation. Finally they took the blindfold off, and as my eyes adjusted I could see a man, and Mack and Wylo. The three of them staring back at me I again moved to run.

"Not so fast Tempe. Relax, have a seat." Mack said, his fingers digging into my arm.

"I don't know what your intentions are, but they'll find me. You think taking me underground is going to stop them?" I yelled.

"Oh Temperance, ye of little faith. They already think you are dead. I'll show you." Wylo said, popping a tape in the vcr across the room.

I watched with horror, first the headline that I'd been found murdered in Florida, then raw footage of Booth, Parker and Angela outside of a church. Parker's little face was smeared with tears, Booth looked lost, and Angela was crying. I focused on Booth, he was pushing himself, his arms were moving. I saw the despair in his eyes as I watched Parker take off around the building, he didn't even move to follow. They thought I was dead. Fuzz led to another shot of Hodgins, Booth, Parker and Angela at the diner, still all dressed up, a melting sundae in front of Parker, the others picking and poking at their food. There was no sound, but I could make out some of what they were saying.

"Daddy, it isn't her..." Parkers mouth told me.

"No we don't know for sure little man." Booth's responded.

There, there it was, he didn't believe it. Somewhere deep in his gut, he knew. He was fighting the evidence... he believed in something greater than evidence. I didn't let it change my face, I let the tears flow down my face as I watched them in silence.

"See Tempe, my ploy worked, and so easily at that." Wylo smirked.

"Then now what? What are your plans for me?" I asked.

"All in good time dear. For now, get comfortable, you're going to be here for a while. I'll leave this tape for you. Maybe you'll stop fighting so hard to leave." He said as they left the room, closing a steel grate over the opening.

I looked around for anything that would be useful, and found nothing. I was definitely underground, the walls were clay, sloppily chipped away at years ago, the floor was dirt. There was a couch, the TV and a table that had been pushed into the ground so far I wouldn't be able to use the legs. I rewound the tape, watching them again in the diner, faces sullen and splotchy. He was feeding himself, his chair was different. How much progress he'd made in such a short amount of time I thought. He was probably so excited when it happened, couldn't wait for me to get back, and then it all came crashing down. It looked like he'd aged in the short time since I'd seen him, his face so sad. Slamming the TV off, I paced the room, trying to form any type of plan. I knew I couldn't take all three of the men guarding me, holding me here, but maybe I could rationalize with Mack. Even though he seemed to be under Wylo's control, maybe if I wore him down enough, I thought. Sitting on the couch I put my hand to my hip, holding his tags through my pants, he would find me, I repeated over and over, he would come for me.

I couldn't discern night from day in here and had no way of knowing just how long I'd be here, I began making ticks on the floor with my finger nail when I thought a day had passed, and after three of them I began working on Mack. Trying to wear him down, trying to talk him into letting me outside, anything as I got more desperate. Sometimes just as I felt I was getting close Wylo would enter the room, knowing what I was up too. Others Mack would blatantly disregard what I said, mocking me and my efforts. They brought me food and water, some days I refused to eat, or drink anything, others I would ravish whatever was brought to me, I couldn't stand the hunger any longer. I knew they were drugging me when I ate, because I would dream as though it was reality, so vivid and real. I'd be playing with Parker or laughing with Angela and Jack, or just driving with Booth. I didn't know fact from fiction some days. After another week of being stuck in the tunnels, I hadn't showered in weeks, I was dirty, dehydrated, and miserable, with no way out. I screamed one day for hours till my throat was raw, my voice gone, only screaming his name. I was bitter that no one had found me yet, and sometimes I wondered if anyone was even looking. I forced myself to believe that they were, but I was running out of hope.

"Tempe, would you like another look at your friends?" Wylo said

I said nothing, I just turned away from him. I didn't want to watch them, in the outside world living without me. But he forced me too anyways.

I watched as Booth and Parker moved through the park, and I could see that neither of my Booth's were happy. They looked to me like their happiness was gone, Parker's innocence, lost like I was. Booth tried to put on a brave front for the little man, but he was failing, even I could see it. I moved closer to the TV, watching him throw a ball to his son, using his left hand, and then it cut away to Angela and Hodgins, pulling into the driveway of Jack's house, but there was another car there I didn't recognize. As they got out I watched Parker run to greet them. My face must have changed at the confusion.

"Poor FBI agent can't even live on his own anymore... pretty useless life if you ask me." Wylo said, adding salt to my wounds.

I imagined him self sufficient by the way he looked in the tapes, but I was wrong. He was living with Jack. I wanted to take it all back, all the years we danced around each other, all the time we wasted. It would be different if I'd just told him how I felt. Maybe neither one of us would be in the position we were in. I sat crying, rewinding the tape, watching it over and over a few times before Wylo spoke again.

"I thought you'd like that. Now to get down to business. You father is not up there anywhere, you don't think he's down here poking around do you? I sure hope not or your Special Agent Seeley Booth will have a lot of bodies on his hands. Maybe I should bring Little Parker Booth down here, maybe then he'll learn his lesson." He said, and then he was gone.

At the mention of Parker's name I died a little more inside, knowing that there was no way for me to warn Booth. For only the second time in my entire life I felt completely helpless.