Chapter Twelve:

"You can professionally sleep in my bed tonight if you like Booth." She said laughingly, and she pushed him so he rolled over a bit and pulled the covers open for him. They stayed on their own sides of the bed, lost in thought. Eventually Booth had had enough, and he pulled the tense anthropologist to his side, and she tucked her head into his shoulder.

"Entirely professional... It's cold tonight…" She mumbled into his shirt, and he sighed as he felt her body relax in his arms, and felt his own tense muscles relax.

Temperance woke and found that Booth wasn't next to her. For some reason, it made her feel sad. She hoped that all this 'sleeping' together wasn't going to make things awkward between them. She felt sadness smother her as she sat up.

All those girls… After all the work they'd done on this case, they still didn't have him! A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and she slid out from under the covers. She found a dressing gown draped over the couch and put it on.

Light streamed through the open windows, it must have been quite late in the morning, no wonder Booth had already left.

She swung the door open, but before she could even open her mouth to yell for help, Richard had covered her mouth with the cloth in his hand. The room spun dizzyingly, and then there was nothing.

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She woke only a few minutes later and realised her assailant was holding smelling salts under her nose, she would need an element of surprise if she was going to get out of this alive. But to her surprise all she felt was panic.

She couldn't think straight, she couldn't think of an escape plan because her heart was thumping in her ears, and a large lump had formed in her throat, she felt as though she would throw up if she even moved.

With her vision still blurry, she turned her head so she could see him, she realised she was lying on the floor next to the door still. He noticed her moving, and jerked her up his hand clamped tightly to her elbow, the room spun again she flailed her arms around trying to stay steady, and she felt him slap her face. The room came back into focus, but her cheek and neck stung. He'd hit her with so much force, she felt sure her neck would just snap.

"Where is Yvonne Barracks?" He demanded. She felt sick again, and fear made her stomach ache.

"I don't know." She was surprised at how sure, and brave her voice sounded. She felt her fear trickling away as she stared into the killers eyes. He was scared, they'd come so close to getting him, now he had to finish his business and run.

Where was Booth? She hoped he would come back. No… Wait she didn't want him to come back, what if Richard hurt Booth too? She had to get out of this herself. Before she could even begin to form a plan, he pulled a knife from his jacket pocket and she felt the cold blade of the knife dig into her neck. Her arms froze at her sides.

"Where is Yvonne Barracks, you will die if you don't tell me." He said angrily, shoving the knife into her neck. She felt numb now, and didn't realise the blade had gone into her neck until a warm trickle of blood slid over her collar bone. He was an idiot; he hadn't even hit the carotid artery, not even the jugular. Was he trying to kill her or not? She swallowed, and found the knife constricted her breathing now.

A noise to her left caused her to pull her head back; luckily Richard got just as much of a fright and pulled the knife away. She rolled onto her back and realised her feet were tied. Why had he tied her feet and not her hands? She didn't have time to think, and punched him in the jaw, feeling the blade of the knife cut her wrist, the knife which was still clutched in his hand when he fell back onto the ground with a thud.

Booth kneed Richard in the stomach, cuffing him and throwing the knife to the side. As soon as he was certain Richard was going no where; he turned to see Temperance fighting for consciousness, and trying to stem the flow of blood from her wrist and neck at the same time.

Her wrist was pressed into the cream couch cushion, already soaked with blood, her other hand pressed to her neck, where a small trickle of blood was. The wrist seemed to be the worst injury.

He raced to her side, putting pressure on the wrist wound. Before he could find his cell phone and dial 911 Officer Ivory rushed into the room, took the situation in, in seconds and took out his phone.

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"This is Ivory, yes. Yvonne, can you call an ambulance?" There was a pause as he listened to her reply. "Yes… They have him." Another pause, "Just come and pick him up, then we'll go."

Ivory looked worriedly at Booth, but Booth wasn't going to let go of Temperance's wrist wound, she could die. Temperance gave him a look that told him to leave her. Richard was struggling into a sitting position when Ivory finally hung up.

"We trusted you." Booth said angrily, fumbling for his gun.

"Look, I need to explain what's going on-" Began Ivory.

"No, we know. That was Yvonne on the phone! I can't believe both of you were involved…" Booth said frustration evident in his voice. Where the hell was his gun?

"I'm not the bad guy, Booth. Yvonne is coming up here before the ambulance arrives, then we'll have both the criminals.

"But Yvonne ratted him out…" Temperance said weakly.

"That was part of their plan. But she didn't turn up at the house they were meant to meet in last night."

"What's your involvement in all this?" Booth demanded, willing the bleeding of Temperance's wrist to stop.

"I pretended to be on her side. I said I'd help them escape." Ivory said eyeing the door nervously. "I swear I'm on your side. Once I've cuffed her, you can do what you want. Jacob's and my boss Detective Gilroy know, so you can speak to them if you must." Ivory said, and the door burst open.

Temperance couldn't follow what was happening. Her wrist throbbed, and with each throb more blood spilled from her veins. Was she going to die? She heard sirens in the distance. No, no please I don't want to die! She thought, and struggled to keep her eyes open. Booth was brushing her hair off her face. "It's all over Tempe," he murmured. The last thing she remembered were her feet being lifted as someone untied them.

A/n: The next chapters the last chapter ;-) But please, please review! I need a reason to smile today!