Chapter Fifteen
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Temperance was beyond mad and Angela had to run after her as she hurried to her car. Temperance shouldn't drive in her condition and Angela had to stop her before she did something stupid.
Finally Angela got a hold of her friends arm and spun her around. "Where are you going?" she breathed out, a little breathless from the running.
"Booth's place," Temperance answered shortly.
Angela frowned. "You have a key?"
"Yes, Booth wanted me to have it while he was in the hospital, Ange, I don't have time for this, I have to find him!"
"I know Sweetie," Angela started, not letting go of her friends arm. "But how exactly are you planning on doing that?"
There was a silence as Temperance thought things over. "If I find a photo of Lisa, I can use the FBI's computer programs that find people and maybe we can have an address or something that tells us where they are."
"Yeah it better work," Angela said feeling a bit hopeful. "If we don't find a pic, I'll draw you one!"
Temperance gave her a small smile, then her face turned serious again. She looked at her friend. "Could you let go of my arm, we have things to do."
"On one condition."
Temperance gave her a question look.
"I'll drive."
Temperance began to protest, but Angela just tightened her grip and Temperance sighed irritated. "Fine!" she surrendered, not thinking it was worth fighting for, besides they needed to find Booth as soon as possible. What if something would happen to him? Temperance would never forgive herself if it did, she should have been there with him. If she had, that bitch Lisa wouldn't have gotten her hands on him…
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Two days passed without any success in finding Booth. Temperance and Angela was working in shifts days and nights and none of them was planning on giving up. They did find an old picture of Lisa in Booth's apartment but it wasn't helping much. The Lisa that matched the photo was living in Philadelphia and after that no one seemed to know where she was, if she'd moved or where. The FBI had sent out a 'wanted by the police' message on the internet hoping someone would recognize her and now Temperance was waiting impatiently for a phone call. She was very thankful for the FBI's help, but doubted it would work. It had been two days and she was beginning to lose hope. Maybe she'd never see Booth again… maybe it was better if she just forgot about him and moved on. That was what the rational part of her kept saying, but she knew she could never do that. How could she just give up on him and leave him with that psycho ex of his. How could she just ignore the fact that he could be hurt, alone, scared, how could she not see the image of him every time she closed her eyes?
Temperance leaned her head in her hands, closing her eyes. "Gosh, Booth I miss you…" she mumbled to herself not noticing Angela standing there with a tired smile on her lips.
Angela silently placed a cup of coffee on her friends' desk before sneaking out through the door. Temperance felt the smell of the coffee and looked up just in time to see Angela leave. She frowned, wondering how long she had been standing there. Sighing, she realized she always seemed to say or do something embarrassing when her friend was listening. But it was true; she did miss Booth, more than she dared to admit.
Time passed by and Temperance had almost fallen asleep when the phone suddenly made her jump.
"Brennan."
"Eh hello, my name is Collin Mc Cain, I read at the net that you were searching for Lisa Andrews… I know where she is…"
Temperance felt her heart skip a beat. "Yes! It's very important that I find her," she said and she didn't feel tired anymore.
"Why?"
"She kidnapped my boyfr…" Temperance cut herself off, rephrasing. "My partner… her ex, Agent Seeley Booth, and I'm going to get him back," Temperance's voice was determined as she spoke. She could hear Collin gasp.
"Kidnapped?"
Temperance started to feel impatient, but tried to calm down enough to explain.
"I knew she was obsessed with that guy…" Collin mumbled and Temperance suppressed the questions that were surfacing. She didn't have time to chit chat.
"Can you take me there?"
"Sure, do you want me to pick you up somewhere? You do live in DC don't you?"
"Yes, pick me up at the Jeffersonian institution, as soon as you can," Temperance gave the man her cell phone number and hung up. She needed to find Angela. That the man might not know what the Jeffersonian was, didn't occur to her.
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TBC.
