Disclaimer: Don't own Bones, don't own Booth. But I've got a real nice husband :D

A/N: knock knock It's me again. Finally. I proudly present my next chapter. Sorry I kept you waiting for so long. But I hope you'll enjoy anyway. Special thanks to Hollie again! You are my hero :D. And thanks to all the reviewers. You make my day! So, here we go.
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She got up early on the morning of the trip. She finished packing, using the checklist that she had been given the day before.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush. Check, Check, Check.

They weren't allowed to bring extra clothing. Just the things that they were wearing when they left.

She frowned. She'd realized that it wasn't possible anyway to change your shirt or jumper if you were handcuffed to somebody.

She checked her watch. Half past five. She grabbed her hand-luggage, and went outside. A black limousine was parked waiting for her. The driver introduced himself as FBI member and opened the right rear door for her, and stepped away whilst she got inside.

Booth was already sitting in the car. He smiled at her. "Hi Bones, ready for our nice little weekend trip?" She managed a small smile, which he returned with his charm smile. "Yes, I am." She stated and sat next to him. They were taken to the FBI building, and from there they were taken to the place they were staying. They landed very close to a forest.

The same FBI Agent got out with them and took out a pair of handcuffs. "So, please give me your hands. You can decide which one of you wants to be on which side." Booth smiled at Temperance and made a bowing gesture. "You choose, My lady" he yelled, against the noise of the helicopter.

Temperance sighed and placed herself on his right side. She held out her left arm, he his right. The handcuffs were closed around their wrists.

"Ok, if you walk half an hour south, you'll find a nice little place to stay." He handed Booth a key.

"You'll also find some food and water there. You can do whatever you like. I will pick you up at 6pm on Sunday - back here. Have a good time!" The man turned around and got back into the helicopter that flew away immediately afterwards. They stood there and watched it disappear. The sun was only just beginning to set. Booth sighed.

"Ok, lets go then." He said and turned south. Pulling an irritated-looking Temperance after himself. "Ouch, Booth!" she shouted. "You cannot just whirl around and start running. Remember? We are cuffed together. You can't just drag me around." He gave her his best charm smile and turned his wrist a bit so he could grab her hand. She gave him a puzzled look.

"Why are you holding my hand?" she asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "It stops the handcuffs from cutting into your wrist every time we move. And it reminds me that I have you chained to my side, and that I have to be more careful." He winked at her and started walking again. She accepted his explanation and so they walked silently next to each other. Hand in Hand.

After half an hour they did indeed reached a very small house. It was completely made of wood, with a small river floating next to it. Booth opened it with the key that he had been given. Temperance's mood sank even more. Inside there was just one room. Not that a room of my own would be any use. She reminded herself. No electricity, no water. Her jaw dropped, when she saw the bed. It was incredibly small. Only big enough for one person! she thought. "Booth. Look at the bed! How are we both supposed to sleep in there?" she cried out. Booth had to hold back a smile. This is really going to be very hard, he thought.

"Well…I think we'll manage… somehow." His eyes settled on the huge fireplace. "Look, at least we're going to be cozy and warm at night." He said, pointing towards it. "Let's see, if there is some wood already prepared, or if we must take care of this by ourselves."

They went outside again. A small pile of wood was leaning against the wall. He shrugged his shoulders. "That's not much, but it's a start." He said. They went back inside, examining the kitchen and the food that was stored in there. "Ok, we're not going to starve to death! And look," he grabbed something out of a cupboard with a wide grin ,"we have instant coffee. So what do you say, let's get the wood from outside, make a nice little fire in the oven and make us some coffee?" She nodded. "Ok." She said simply, and followed him outside.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting outside watching the sunrise.

"Penny for your thoughts." Booth joked. He gently leaned on her for a few seconds, and then moved away again. She smiled. "I was just thinking about what the next days might be like. I confess I am quite…scared. I'm totally used to being on my own. I never had to rely on someone. Now I have to." She lifted her left hand, pulling his right up with it.

"It's so embarrassing. There are just certain things that require total privacy…" Her voice broke. Tears were beginning to stream down her face. Booth put his cup aside. "Hey, Bones, come on." He took his free hand and pulled her towards him. "It's me, you don't need to be ashamed. I already know so much about you, and you are such a wonderful person. I hate to see you crying. We'll get through these three days easily and I bet we'll look back to this little adventure and remember what a great time we had together!" He kissed her forehead gently. Oh Dear, she smells so good. "Right Bones?" He held her for some time, until her sobs finally stopped. She smiled at him shyly. "Thanks. I think you're right. Maybe we could at least try and enjoy this…" She gestured with her left hand, this time faster, so the cuffs cut her wrist. She winced. Booth gritted his teeth.

"Gently, Bones. We're going to have to wear these a little longer. You must move carefully. Your first time in handcuffs?" he grinned. She grinned back. "You mean, real ones? Yes, indeed it is." Booth's expression changed to shock and then he grinned. Dammit, that picture will never leave my mind now
"You're not saying….wow, wouldn't have thought that about you." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Why, it can be thrilling sometimes…what about you?" His expression got a little more serious.
"Well I'm more into the experience with the real ones. You have to move your hands carefully, or you wrists will be all bruised. You can take my hand anytime you feel like it. So the chain is loose and there is no danger of hurting yourself – and me." He gave her his best charm smile. She smiled back and took his hand.
"Well, that sounds reasonable to me. Thank you, Booth"
"Nothing to thank me for." As if holding your hand is a bad thing. What you don't know, my dear Bones, is that every time I touch you, my heart and my body scream for more.