The response to the last chapter was great! Thankyou all, so much. I got quite a few suggestions as to what could happen in this chapter – Jess – but I had already planned what would be happening and hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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It had all been so sudden. One moment she'd been right in front of him, her lips on his, and the next his arms were empty and there was a splash as she toppled out of the boat. 'She hasn't come up', was all that Booth could think. He tried searching for her by sight, but the water was murky and with the sun now set, there wasn't enough light to see anyway.

"Temperance!" he called, waiting for her beautiful head to pop up from under the water, laughing at her own stupidity.

Her head did not pop up. Waiting a few more moments with no sign of her, he kicked off his shoes and dived in after her. Once he hit the water, he began to freak out. It was so cold; probably due to the fact it hadn't got any sunlight for two weeks. She had been down for just under a minute. The water was so cold and she had just been wearing a light sundress. He tried opening his eyes, but had to squint momentarily while he adjusted. He couldn't see far, he could barely see his own hands, but he could see movement. More so, he could sense movement; the water had a way of moving around him.

Feeling around as he paddled, he heart rose when his hand reached something solid. His hands instinctively wrapping around her biceps, he swam upwards with all his force, his only aim to get her out of the water. They both gasped for air as they broke the surface, his hands going immediately to cup her face as he press his cold lips to hers.

"Don't do that again!" he said angrily, though it was hard to do anything but love her while she was clinging to his shirt like it was her lifeline as her slightly blue lips quivered.

Paddling over to the boat, Booth lifted her up as high as he could. "Try and pull yourself into the boat," he said, as her shaking hands fumbled at the rim of the boat, unable to get a grip. "Come one, just a little pull, Temperance." After a few more attempts, she was in the boat.

Booth trying to get in was another story. With Tempe already safe in the boat, he didn't want to risk tipping it. Telling her to go to opposite end of the boat and hold on tightly, he managed to pull himself safely into the boat, making it rock only slightly.

He pulled her into his arms immediately, rubbing up and down her forearms trying to use the friction as a way to warm her up. It was useless, his clothes were as soaked through as hers and they were both beyond freezing.

"I'm going to row us back to the pier and then I'm taking you to the hospital," Booth told her, as he retrieved the oars he had chucked back in before he'd helped Tempe up. He began to row quickly, the night air becoming cooler as the sky lost its light.

"M-my Dad will ki-kill me if he has to go to the ho-hospital to pick me up," Tempe stuttered, her heavy breathing staggered as she shivered violently.

"I don't care. I'm not letting you freeze to death," Booth ordered. Quickly hooking the boat up to the pier, he jumped out and turned around to bring Tempe up.

As they were walking, as quickly as she could manage, her steps became staggered and uncoordinated. Tightening his hold on her and taking most of her weight, though it wasn't much, they eventually made it to the car. Booth laid her down on his back seat, removing the shopping bags that were there, and went to the boot to retrieve the picnic rug and whatever dry clothes he could find, before wrapping her in them.

If the police had happened to be sitting on the side of the road, monitoring the speed of the cars driving past, Booth surely would have been pulled over. Which, luckily, he didn't. There were not many cars out, so he was easily able to bend the law a little and get her to the closest hospital in record time.

The blankets and jumpers he had covered her in, were now also as wet as her clothes. Chucking them aside, he pulled her into his arms and flush against his chest. He immediately noticed how limp she was. Running into emergency, her eyes beginning to flutter shut as her perfect white teeth continued to chatter, he called out for help to anyone who would listen to him.

"Excuse me, sir, what's the problem?" a nurse asked as she came out from behind the desk.

"We were at the lake and she fell in and the water was freezing and by the time I got her out she was shivering and couldn't stop and her lips were blue and now she's all limp and her eyes are starting to close," Booth said hurriedly, as more nurses came in with a gurney for him to lay her on. As they wheeled her down a corridor, people appeared at her sides and began to take her temperature and check for responses and kept asking him questions.

The scene was pretty much a blur to Booth after that, except for when the tall nurse with red hair said, "her temp is 33, Upper Moderate Hypothermia.

And then they were wheeling her down yet another corridor. As Booth went to follow, a nurse stood in front of him and said quietly, "I'm sorry, sir, but you're just going to have to wait for your friend out here."

"She's not just my frie-" Booth began before stopping. She was already out of his view. Walking over to a chair, he sat down and rested his head in his hand.

'She'll be okay. She'll be okay. She'll be okay,' he kept saying to himself.

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This chapter turned out much longer than expected. I know I'm mean, leaving you guys on a bit of a cliff hanger like this, again, but I promise you'll find out soon enough. Please review and let me know what you thought.

Em xXxXxxx