"Good, now get up Bones."
Booths heart cringed. He was worried. He had just given up the ability to protect her.
He reached into his pocket, while holding the knife to her throat.
He pulled out a bottle and handed it to her.
"Help him to drink it."
She took the bottle and started to walk over to Booth.
Booth saw a glimps of fear and despair in her eyes.
NO, Temperance!
Don't this isn't the time to be brave!!!
He still has that knife pushed against your throat. He can slit your throat.
I can't even save you if he does.
He looked deep into her blue eyes and said:
"It's okay, Temperance. Trust me."
"I trust you Seeley."
Those were the last words he heard before he collapsed to the floor.
"What did I just give him?"
"The same thing I'm going to give you, Bones."
She shivered.
He pinched her nose and stopped her breathing. He was expecting her to open her mouth, but she didn't.
If he wants me unconscious, it's much better to faint due to a temporary lack of oxygen than some foul liquid.
She refused to open her mouth and passed out after a few minutes.
Booth tried to open his eyes. But they felt heavy.
Actually everything feels heavy.
He realized why when he finally opened his eyes.
He was sitting on a chair. His wrists were tied together behind his back.
His ankles were chained to the chair.
But the reason everything felt so heavy, was because he was straddled by Temperance.
Her ankles were chained to the back legs of the chair and her hands were tied behind her back.
Her head was resting on his shoulders.
Booth felt relieved when he realised that he could feel her steady heartbeat and her calm breathing.
Thank god. She's still alive.
"Brennan?"
She didn't respond.
"Temperance?"
She still didn't react.
God, I really can't call her Bones.
"Temperance?"
He tried again and she finally stirred.
"Booth? Where are we?"
Her voice sounded sleepy and slow.
I hope he didn't hurt her while I was unconscious.
She tried to turn her head and whimpered.
"OUCH!"
Booth closed his eyes and swallowed.
"Tempe... he didn't... hurt you... did he?"
His voice was close to breaking point and the tears were burning the back of his eyes.
She laid her head back down on his shoulders.
"I don't know. I passed out."
Her voice sounded detached and cold.
It was silent for a few moments.
She suddenly spoke up without looking at him.
"I'm sorry, Booth. This is all my fault. If I hadn't run away from you, we would be at home."
He could hear that she was close to tears.
"Temperance, look at me."
She didn't budge.
"Tempe, please look at me!"
His voice sounded almost desperate and she sat up and met his gaze.
"This is NOT your fault."
"It's not your fault that that bastard raped you."
"It's not your fault that he called you Bones."
He flashed his charm smile at her and realized that he had made her feel a bit better.
A few more moments were spent in silence.
"I'm sorry about the way I've treated you."
"You don't have to apologize. You needed your space and..."
"And you gave it to me. Thanks Booth."
She sat up, leaned closer and kissed him on his cheeks.
That was enough for Booth to finally open up to her about his own guilt.
"If there is any one who should apologize it is me."
His eyes burned with tears.
"If I had made you go home that night, then none of this would have happened to you."
"It's all my fault."
By now his tears were streaming down his face.
"Booth, you couldn't have known. I told you to leave."
Lacking the use of her hands to remove his tears, she started to kiss his tears into oblivion.
The moment you knew(she kissed his left cheek) you (she kissed his right cheek) came (kissed his left cheek again) running.
He shook his head.
"I failed to protect you."
"Twice."
She shook her head.
"No,(she kissed both cheeks) you were in a hurry. You only wanted to protect me."
"I was so glad that you came to get me.