A/N - So here it is, chapter four. I hope you enjoy it as much as the last, the little twist adding a little spice to the story. So as always, tell me what you think..Enjoy

Chapter Four – I'll Be Watching You

Booth watched as Jerry and Temperance hopped in the truck to chase down another lead, to chase down another reason why someone would do this to him. Temperance gave him a quick smile and a wave as they drove out of sight. He turned to Angela who was pacing slightly around the table.

"Why are you pacing Angela?"

Angela shrugged and continued with her pacing, her eyes on the ground. Booth gave a sigh and settled himself back into his own thoughts. He really was not in the mood to try and figure what was up with Angela. He didn't hear the footsteps approaching them till it was too late and as his eyes travelled over the man's face, his heart sank.

"Colin?"

The man's face twisted into a hard smile before the blue eyes flicked to Angela. He went over to her, a gun hanging loosely at his side. He swung out quickly, the butt of the gun connecting with Angela's temple. She fell to the ground and didn't move.

"Angela!'

Booth tried to move to Angela's side but the cool nuzzle of the gun stopped him.

"Come along Seeley, we have places to go."

Booth passed one last glance at the still form of Angela before the gun pressed in his lower back forced him forward and out of the safety of the building.

The first thing Temperance noticed upon their return was the silence. She exchanged a worried glance with Jerry before slipping out of the truck, her hands balled by her sides. She was ready to fight if she needed too. It wasn't until she had moved to the other side of Booth's make shift bed that she found Angela sprawled on the ground.

"Angela!"

She dropped to her friend's side and quickly checked for a pulse; happy to feel the strong steady beat beneath her fingers. She tapped her friend's face gently to try and wake her up, relief flooding through her as she watched Angela's eyes flutter open.

"Colin."

Temperance frowned at the mention of Booth's dead friend.

"What do you mean Colin?"

"Colin. He was here. He took Booth."

Jerry was by their sides, pushing Angela's hair back to check for any head wounds, finding the nasty bruise on her temple. He helped her sit up, offering her a sip of water, allowing her to gather her bearings before Temperance began with the questions again.

"Who did this Angela?"

Angela gave her friend a hard look.

"I told you, it was Colin."

"Colin's dead."

Angela shook her head, her voice sarcastic.

"He seemed pretty alive to me as he bashed me on the head. It was Colin alright. Exactly how he is in that picture you guys found."

Temperance frowned at Jerry.

"Terry's killer is a ghost."

Booth's mind was still with Angela as he was thrown side to side in the darkened boot of a car, his hands tied behind his back. If she had been seriously hurt, he would hate himself even more then he did now. Which was plenty. His head was still spinning with the fact that Colin had just tied him up and shoved him in the back of a car, that it was Colin who had hurt Angela. Colin was dead. So why was he here? The car stopped just as suddenly as it had started and he was quietly pulled out of the boot by Colin, dragging him by the arm into a large building, throwing him in a chair before proceeding to tie him to it.

"Colin, is that really you?"

The thin mouth twisted again into a smile.

"Glad to see you didn't forget my brother's name. And glad to see that all my years of work have paid off. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Conrad, I'm Colin's twin brother."

Booth could feel the pieces fall into place, even though he was having trouble trying to process the man before him. He looked like Colin, with his short blonde hair and smooth white skin. But Conrad didn't have the same smile as Colin. His was twisted and bitter, his brothers had been wide and open.

"So it's you I have been seeing all these years?"

"You are a lot smarter then you look Agent Booth. But I am surprised that you remembered. I mean, you moved on so easily with your life, almost as if Colin had never existed at all."

Booth shook his head hard.

"I never forgot your brother."

"Ah but I think you did. Do you remember what you told my mother?"

Booth felt hot tears fall from his eyes, uninvited and unwelcomed. He didn't think he could ever forget those words. Those stupid, arrogant foolish words.

"You promised my mother that nothing would happen to Colin. That you and Terry would protect him."

"I remember."

"And you lied. He was killed two months later; while you were with him I might add. So not only are you responsible for killing my brother but my mother as well. I suppose you heard how she had slit her own wrists?"

Booth nodded again, the memories washing over him in a heavy tide. Everything he tried to keep out of his mind, everything that he had stored up over the years was now barrelling down over him and he was powerless to stop it.

"You killed them Booth. You and Terry need to pay for the pain you caused my family and me. What's left of it anyway."

Booth watched as Conrad removed his coat, laying it neatly across a hard wooden chair, moving forward and locking Booth's only escape.

"While you were moving on with your life, I've been doing some training of my own. You'll be amazed at what information can be learned in fifteen years Seeley. While I was following you, allowing you to glance me in reflections and out of the corner of your eyes, I was training with some of the top teachers from around the world. Did you know that a fully grown man can endure a massive amount of pain?"

Booth stayed silent as Conrad went about releasing him from his rope bindings.

"For fifteen years I have waited to carry out a justice for my brother and my mother. And tonight I finally get what I have been waiting years for."

Booth felt nothing but surprise as Conrad stepped away from Booth, allowing the man to stand.

"You and I are going to fight. To the death."

"You want to fight me?"

Conrad nodded.

"To the death. You want me to leave you alone? You're going to have to kill me first."

Booth shook his head, his hands up in surrender.

"I will not fight you and I will definitely not kill you."

Conrad's mouth twisted into a hard smile.

"Well then you'll have to do the dying then, won't you?"

And with that he lunged at Booth, hands grasping at his throat.

"Colin has a twin brother."

Jerry came rushing back into the building, his breath coming in short hard gasps. He ran so hard that when his legs stopped, the rest of him kept going and Temperance grabbed his shoulders to steady him.

"Slow down Jerry. What are you talking about?"

Jerry thrust two pictures in her face and it took a moment for her to realize that they were to different people. At first glance, the two boys in the pictures looked identical but she could see that one boy's mouth was slightly wider and less twisted then his brothers.

"Twins."

Jerry nodded as she finally jumped on his train of thought. He pulled out another picture, this one featuring the two boys plus an older woman, their mother.

"This was the last picture taken before Colin went to war. That's his mother and his twin brother Conrad."

"So in a way, Angela did see Colin. It makes sense. It also means that Conrad has been following Booth for that last fifteen years. Do you know where he is?"

Jerry shook his head.

"Conrad disappeared after his mother's death. We need to go to the FBI for help Temperance."

Temperance nodded as she took a deep breath. They were the last people she wanted to turn to. They were the ones that had beaten and abandoned Booth.

"Fine. But if they refuse to help us can I beat them up?"

Jerry gave her a smile.

"As long as you let me watch."

For the first time in a long time, Temperance was nervous. She was also royally pissed but that was hardly something to write home about. Jerry sat next to her, the perfect epitome of calm, his eyes steady and his body still as they waited in a small white room, much like the one that she had been in just a few days earlier.

"So I wonder how long they are going to make us wait before they tell us we're right?"

Jerry shrugged.

"As long as they can put it off I guess. They are not one's to admit their mistakes easily."

Just then, two men in black suits came striding back into the room, files in their hands.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Dr's, but we had to do some research of our own. We discovered that you are indeed correct. We also found out that Conrad took over the name and social security number of a dead baby."

"So what name does he go by now?"

"Newlin Parks. And we discovered that he's been following Booth for years."

Temperance rolled her eyes at the men.

"We knew that already. We also knew that Booth was innocent while you were beating the shit out of him."

The two men exchanged a glance before falling back into FBI mode.

"I'm sorry but the FBI knows nothing about any abuse of suspects in custody. And you need to understand just how it looked from our side of the fence."

Temperance felt a flick of anger in her chest and stood and shoved her face into the dark skinned agent's.

"I went to the crime scene and I could even see stuff that proved something was not right. All you had was circumstantial and then he had an alibi and you still doubted him."

She poked a finger in the man's chest and she wanted them to jump her, pull out a gun or touch her, anything to allow her to beat their no good asses. Anything at all. But her wish was not to be granted because the men continued to stand placidly before her and she had no choice but to sit down.

"We will help you track Conrad down but it may take some time."

"How much time?"

The two FBI agents traded a quick look.

At least two days."

Temperance was about to jump up but Jerry's hand on her knee stopped her. She swallowed heavily before giving the two men a hard glare.

"Just be quick about it. Booth's life is at risk here."

Booth was exhausted. He was so exhausted that sleep eluded him and the darkness teased him with almost pointless shadows. His body was beaten to a bloody pulp, his nose pulsing with pain, his joints aching. It took his self-control to not hit back when Conrad attacked him but Booth knew that he was getting to breaking point. He might not want to kill Conrad but he knew just how badly the man wanted to kill him, and knew that he would if given the chance.

"You had enough yet Seeley?"

Conrad was covered in Booth's blood, reminding the pain filled man of the cannibal tribes he had seen in pictures that Temperance had shown him. He looked manic and absent. His fists were nothing but raw flesh and knuckles now, most of it gone thanks to the beatings he had been inflicting on Booth the last two days.

"I won't hurt you Conrad. I won't kill you."

Conrad shrugged and began to punch at Booth again; only this time Booth barely felt it. His body was already so filled with pain that it could not absorb anymore, so settled for quietly humming. Conrad stopped as soon as he realised that this was the case, and knelt down in front of the defeated Booth.

"Maybe if I brought your little girlfriend in here? What's her name again? Oh yeah that's right, Temperance. The beautiful Temperance."

Booth felt the anger leap into his chest, the first solid feeling he had had beyond the pain and the guilt.

"Don't touch her."

Conrad's mouth pulled into that same twisted smile that set him apart from his brother.

"What will you do to me if I do touch her? Not much I wouldn't think. You seem to be the kind of man who likes to watch bad things happen to people. You killed my brother and my mother, so why can't I kill your little lady friend?"

Booth struggled to stand, pulling his body up to lean against the hard, cold wall of the building.

"You touch her and I will kill you."

Conrad gazed at the now standing Booth, his face hard.

"How would you feel if Temperance killed herself? Worse still, if you were the one that found her?"

Booth shook his head, not wanting that violent and horrible image to settle amongst all the others in his head.

"Horrible, isn't it? Well that's what happened to me. I found mother in the bathtub, her life itself surrounding her. The cuts in her wrists were so deep, I could see into her arm. Could you imagine seeing into Temperance that way? Seeing her pretty, white skin splitting horribly? Seeing the small delicate veins exposed so viciously to the world, to see her blood outside of the body you loved so much, to know that she would never say your name again, never laugh or smile at you.?"

Booth felt the tears cling to the back of his eyes again, the image and ideas shattering any anger he had towards Conrad. He would never survive something like that, he knew it. For all his supposed strength, losing Temperance would break him. Maybe that's why he fought so hard to protect her, because losing her was not an option.

"I'm sorry Conrad that you had to live through that, I really am. But I didn't kill your brother or your mother. I had nothing to do with their deaths."

Conrad smiled again.

"Ah but you did. You promised my mother that Colin would be safe. He wasn't. You knew it and yet you still told my mother that he would be fine. No one is safe during war. You killed Colin, and now I'm going to kill you. Then Temperance. Or maybe I'll kill her first, watch your reaction to losing her. Then maybe you'll get the idea of what I had to endure because of you arrogance."

Booth felt the strength slowly returning, beginning at his toes, seeping it's way into his tired and sore limps, before her raised his fists.

"I will fight you but you will not go near Temperance."

Conrad nodded slightly.

"Fine. Have it your way. But I will win Booth. What can you do?"

Booth moved quickly, his leg swinging out from beneath his, connecting with Conrad's groin, making the man crumble to the ground with a muffled sob of pain. Booth got the rope that Conrad had used to tie him up and did the same to the now weak man.

"I will tell you something for free Conrad. You must attack your enemy at their weakest point. Temperance may be mine, but your's was slightly more obvious."

Booth sunk back onto the ground and allowed himself to lose consciousness. He didn't need to fight anymore. And truth be told, he didn't want to.

Temperance didn't wait until the truck stopped before leaping out of the door, and busting open the storage shed's door with a strength she didn't know she possessed. First she saw the hog-tied Conrad on the floor before her eyes settled on a blood soaked Booth, who was slumped against the wall.

"Booth!"

Temperance dropped to her knees at his side, sliding slightly in his blood that was smeared on the floor. She felt for a pulse, panicking slightly when an incredibly weak one reached her fingertips.

""We need an ambulance, now"

She heard one of the agents radio it in and she settled herself beside him, placing her coat around his shoulders, before putting her arm around him. She would never forgive herself or the idiot FBI if anything happened to him. She just hoped that she would never have to hold herself to that promise.