Okay so yeah this is chapter 3 and it and chapter 4 are pretty close friends :-D so if you review I do have chapter 4 and 5 also! ;-)
The following morning I slid out of bed and Camille's warm embrace to go to the bathroom, and the moment I slipped out from under the warmth of the blankets I heard Camille groan in displeasure. Her eyes fluttered open and she was about to groan about my getting up when I told her I would be right back. When I returned I was quickly welcomed into her warm arms, "I didn't want you to leave," She complained and I just pressed my lips to hers in response. "Are you hungry?" She asked after we broke apart, and I smiled at her and nodded. Food sounded like a very good idea right now especially seeing as I hadn't eaten in nearly two days. Camille slipped out of bed and placed a quick kiss on my forehead, "I'll get us something to eat Baby," she whispered, before approaching her drawers and grabbing a pair of tight jeans and sliding them up over her slender thighs. She stared out the window for a moment and I eyed her curiously, but she said nothing and continued to slip on a tight black tank top. I forgot all about the window as I realized that she wasn't wearing any undergarments and a smile quickly graced my lips, and it didn't go unnoticed. "Like something you see Baby?" She questioned as she stepped closer to me.
I pulled her on the bed and grabbed her lips to mine in a searing kiss. My hands found her hips as my lips began to trail down her throat. I pulled away slowly, enjoying the sight of her pouty lips, before I changed our positions. She didn't like the fact that I was on top and she squirmed around underneath of me and all I could do was smirk. It was completely adorable to watch her struggle underneath of me, but after a few minutes I let her up, but only after I had captured her lips once again. She stood up and gave me a final kiss then she turned to leave, but before she could I responded to her question, "I look forward to taking those clothes off of you when you get back." She turned around and gave me a grin before exiting the room and soon I heard the slamming of the door.
Cam's POV
The moment after I slammed the door shut I pulled out my cell phone and dialed an all too familiar number. "Booth," The special agent answered venomously, obviously he knew I was calling.
"It's her," I said softly before we disconnected.
Tempe's POV
After Camille left me I buried myself in the warm sheets, I was silently enjoying her sweet scent that lingered on the sheets. The scent made it feel almost as if she was there lying next to me, and I hugged her pillow, and the fruity smell of her shampoo filled my nostrils. I dozed off for what seemed like only a moment and when I opened my eyes again, my arms were tightly holding the pillow and I felt a pair of arms tightly locked around my waist.
"Camille," I whispered softly, but it wasn't Camille. The arms that were locked around my waist were weak, too weak to be Camille's.
"Your girlfriend isn't here to protect you anymore Dr. Brennan, she left you here all alone," The voice hissed into my ear and I shivered as a lump formed in my throat. I was enveloped in fear and I couldn't shake the feeling and I hated it more than anything else. I swallowed the lump in my throat before turning around and forcing myself to face the woman that had caused this overwhelming fear in every fiber of my being and I stared into her cold eyes for a long moment, before I managed to slap her face. "You'll pay for that lack of judgment Dr. Brennan," She growled as she rubbed her hand to her cheek. In one fluid motion she was holding my wrists together above my head and I was paralyzed by fear. Camille stepped into the room with Booth at her heel and she ran over to me immediately, tearing the other woman away and slamming her to the floor, she tried to wrap her arms around me but I pulled away.
"Temperance," Camille screamed as I ran out of the room, allowing Booth a nice view of my completely naked form. He had been momentarily stunned, but as he regained his composure he began the process of handcuffing Ms O'Connell and informing her of her rights. I continued to run towards the bathroom where my clothes lay in a neat folded pile on the sink, and I began the process of violently dressing myself as Camille continued to attempt an apology, but I ignored her as I buttoned up my shirt. "I'm sorry," She whispered and I looked up at her, my eyes were filling with tears, but I pushed them down and continued to pull my dirty clothes on. Once my clothes were on, I stormed out of the room and Cam was following me, but I quickly picked something up and ran from the apartment slamming the door behind me. Camille had known that, that woman was down there and hadn't told me, but she called Booth and make it easier for the woman to get into the apartment by leaving the door unlocked.
I felt as though I was leaping to a conclusion without any proof at all, but it all fit together. When Camille had left I never heard the click of the door locking, and she had been staring out that window for quite a few minutes before leaving. I shook the thoughts away and used the keys I had snatched to unlock the door of Camille's car and I drove out of the parking garage at a speed that was probably illegal. I reached the Jeffersonian in record time, and I pulled into my space in the parking garage. It felt weird to be here, two days ago I had been kidnapped in this very same garage, and fear began to take control over me again, when I remembered that the woman who had been responsible was arrested less than an hour ago. I took in my surrounding cautiously however, before slipping into the comfort of the museum. I headed towards my office and the moment it came into view, I felt myself become weak. I threw myself down on the couch, not even bothering to find my clean clothes that were in the closet, and I allowed the sobs I had chocked back to overwhelm me. I had believed that Camille really loved me, and now that I had put my heart out on the line it hadn't gotten smashed and my trust broken. This was why I never allowed myself to get close to people they always leave you in worse condition than when they found you. I looked up after a long period of time, and realized that Angela was standing in the doorway. She looked sympathetic as she opened her mouth to speak to me, and I hoped she came bearing some wisdom that was out of my grasp.
"You stole her car," Angela stated quite bluntly, a hint of a smile, playing on her lips, and I nodded as she approached me. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asked the question in a way that only she could. It wasn't a question, she was really telling me that I had all the time I needed to tell her what happened, but she wasn't going to go anywhere until she knew. Angela was now seated on the couch next to me, and I was leaning against her shoulder. My body shook with sobs as I told her about what had happened this morning, and she listened to me without saying a single word.
"How could she have done that to me?" I asked as more tears started to fall, and I gripped Angie's shoulder tightly as I sobbed. "Camille knew, she knew that, that woman was out there, and she knew she was a suspect, and she still left me alone," Angela had been there for me so many times, but I was sure that I had never cried this much before. "And she left the door unlocked," I added angrily.
"That was for Booth," A voice whispered from the doorway, and I saw Camille standing there. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt Baby," She whispered sadly. Angela looked at us both and I could tell that she was debating whether to leave us alone or not, and I nodded and she gave me a quick squeeze before exiting my office leaving us alone. I continued to sit, silently on my couch as Cam approached, with a small bag in her hand, and sat next to me. She had actually gone to get me breakfast like she said she would, and I felt a slight pang of guilt for doubting her. Things remained completely silent between us, and I could tell that Cam was contemplating her words, but when she turned and looked into my eyes, I could tell that words had failed her. She placed her hands on my shoulders and I quickly relaxed into the touch, one of her hands slowly slid up to cup my cheek, before she leaned in and kissed me. The soft brush of our lips gave me more than words ever could, and when we pulled apart, I smiled at her. She returned the gesture, "I love you Tempe," She whispered as I placed my head on her shoulder.