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And Booth turned around to . . . get slammed in the forehead with a baseball bat. He let out a groan and slumped to the ground. Tempe looked from the crumpled body of Booth to the swaying body of the judge. His eyes were glazed and he was ready to take another swing, this time at her.

"It's your fault that my daughter's dead. I-I'll k-ill . . .I'll kill . . ." He slurred the words and then he fell backwards onto the ground, the bat rolling out of his hands. Tempe pushed aside thoughts of guilt and she fell on her knees as she helped the groaning FBI agent up.

"Booth, are you okay?" She asked in concern. He clenched his teeth in pain and ran his hand over the bump that was growing on his forehead.

"I'm fine Bones. It's just a bump." He said as he got to his feet slowly.

"He was drunk by the way." She stated as she clung to his arm as he stood on his feet shakily.

"I was kind of preoccupied with the baseball bat connecting with my head." He said sorely and then looked down at the judge passed out on the ground.

"I'm sorry Booth. Here, I've got some Advil in my purse in the car. I'll just run and grab it. You wait here." She said and she took off running out the door. Booth winced in pain as his head began to throb and he looked at the unconscious form of the judge. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon so he made his way over to the front door. He opened the door and leaned in the doorframe as he saw Tempe searching through the passenger side door for the Advil. She got out of the truck and turned to face him, holding up the bottle.

"Got it." She yelled.

"I can hear you fine Bones. I'm about fifteen feet away, not fifty." He called back to her. She smiled sheepishly and she went to shut the door. As soon as she shut it Booth felt that something was wrong and he ran as fast as he could towards her. He was about five feet away from her when . . . BOOM! The car exploded into a fireball and he was thrown back about ten feet and nailed his back on the steps leading to the front door, wincing in pain as he sat on the ground. Tempe wasn't as lucky. The explosion had lifted her about ten feet off the ground and sent her flying well over his head. He watched helplessly as she slammed into one of the pillars with a sickening crunch, leaving an indent and a trail of blood, and fell to the ground in a heap.

"No!" He scrambled to his feet, fighting off the feeling of nausea and ran over to her side. He fell to his knees and whipped off his jacket. He covered her body with it, beating off the flames and then after he had gotten them out, he called 911. He gave them the address and then turned his attention back to the motionless body of his partner, wondering if she had been this terrified when he had been blown up. Her hair was singed black at the ends of it; her face was cut and bruised, the right side of her face blackened from being burnt badly, contrasting greatly with how pale her skin was. Her right arm was bent at an unnatural angle and the flames had burnt through her coat and the bottom of her shirt, leaving her stomach black and blistered, all of this making Booth want to throw up. He shifted positions so that he was cradling her head in his lap and he felt the back of her head to see if there was any blood. When he pulled back his hand it was covered in tons of blood and he cursed as he took his jacket off her and placed it behind her head to help stop the bleeding.

"Come on Bones, hold on." He urged and, while still placing pressure with the coat on the back of her head, he took two fingers on his right hand and placed them under her neck. He pulled them back and grimaced in pain at how hot her skin was. He let out a deep breath and placed his fingers back under her neck, ignoring the pain that was building up. Tears of pain welled up in his eyes but he wasn't letting go until he found that . . . there. He felt a weak pulse and immediately let go. His fingers were turning an ugly red color and his skin was cracked and peeling. He looked up as he heard sirens fill the air and a single tear slid down his face which surprised him. He never cried. NEVER, but then, Bones had never been this close to dying either.

The next few minutes all seemed a blur to him as the ambulance pulled into the long driveway, stopping short of the burning SUV. Two paramedics jumped out from the vehicle and opened the back doors. They pulled out a stretcher and began to make their way over to him. Booth felt a burning sensation in his left hand and when he looked down; he realized he was holding onto Tempe's hand with a death grip.

"Don't do this to me Temperance." He whispered, allowing another tear to run down his face. The paramedics came over to his side and lifted her up onto the stretcher, cursing as they did so because of how hot her skin was. They strapped her in and the male paramedic wheeled her away as the female paramedic looked at him in concern.

"Sir, are you okay?" She asked him, looking at the bump on his head and his burnt and bloodied hands.

"I'm fine." Booth lied as he slowly began walking over to the ambulance.

"Are you a relative?" She asked and again he lied as he nodded.

"Well, sort of. I'm her . . . boyfriend and she doesn't have any family members left." He said softly.

"You're going to need to be checked out when you get to the hospital." She said.

"Not until I know that she's okay first." He said softly, so that she missed what he had said. He waited for the paramedics to lift Tempe into the ambulance and he slowly climbed in too, wincing as he back throbbed with pain, and then the doors were shut. He sat down beside Tempe's body and the rest of the way to the hospital was ridden in silence.