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Chapter 11 : Danger on the loose

I stood there, completely paralyzed.
My surroundings suddenly seemed so far away and everything was colder.
Dead. Patrick. Escaped.
The words caused my whole body to shake and right before I hit the ground, I felt two strong arms catching me.
"I gottcha," I heard Booth say. "He won't get you, Bones. He'll have to get through me first."
His promise somewhat put me at ease, knowing that Booth was there to protect me when I couldn't. Knowing that he was there for me.

"FBI offered a surveillance patrol and two agents on duty 24/7, and I'm also looking out for you."
I sighed in annoyance. "Booth I don't need your protection." I argued.
Shaking his head Booth replied. "No, You don't want protection, you need it though."

Realizing there was no way my partner would let go, I accepted his offer.
"Ok, what do you want us to do? Go back to my now, over secured, apartment in the hope they catch Patrick soon? IF they catch him at least."
"They'll find him," my partner promised. "He's after you, so he'll have to surface the sooner or later."

Hoping Booth hat it by the right end, we moved back to my place.
I could see that Booth was very worried about this. His hands clutched the steering wheel and his jaw was sat. I sighed before I turned to him. "Stop it, Booth. There is no point in worrying so much, okay? We have the protection you wanted and you are right here, with me. We will both be fine." 'We HAVE to be,' I added in my mind, trying to prevent the worst case scenario's that were running in my head and were sending shivers down my spine.

"He won't get to me, Booth. We have protection okay? That is all that matters. We have to think positively. He won't get to me." I really hoped he wouldn't. I had to keep telling myself that or the fear would leave me immobile. He sighed and nodded once as he concentrated on the road again. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

Once we where back at my apartment I met agent Hastings and Agent Grace, the two assigned agents who would look out for this shift.

"Do you want to eat something?" I asked, realizing we hadn't eaten anything since this morning and the fact that I was getting petty hungry myself.
"Yeah," Booth licked his lips. "What do you have?"
As I pulled open the refrigerator and seconds later a cupboard it came to me that I hadn't any food in storage.
"I'll call in Grace to get us some Thai." Booth answered.

A grin split across my face as I acknowledged how well my partner knew me.

With Agent Grace on his mission, Hastings had to be more alert, but that didn't seem to be a problem. I had put the plates on the table in front of the couch, figuring that would eat much more comfortable, Booth sat down beside me, a pregnant pause between us until I broke it. "Booth?"
"Yeah?" He replied.
"This morning,..in Peru.." I stammered , trying to bring up the kissing event in the hope to put things at ease again when suddenly a sound from outside startled me.
"Stay here," Booth ordered as he rushed to check on Hastings and what had happened.
"Booth, wait!" My plea was answered with the sound of the door falling in it's lock again and my questions still unanswered.
Seconds became minutes and I was relieved to hear Booth knock on the door.
Taken aback when I found my ex standing there instead of my partner, I knocked over a vase.
My face covered with a handkerchief drained in chloroform, I struggled to escape, my body betraying me as it went limp in his grip.

I blinked rapidly, my eyes trying to get used to the minimum of light and there new surroundings. Where the hell was I?
I remembered, the strong scent of chloroform filling my nostrils and the blurry vision of Patrick in front of me.
Bastard! My body moved unintended and suddenly my head hit something hard, as I tried to move my feet it came to me that my knees where almost pressed against my chest.

Ok, conclusion, I was in a really small space.
I was startled when I heard the sound of grind against tires and a door opening.
As soon as my brain registered the sounds, I made the conclusion he had locked me in the trunk of his car.

Inadvertently my head snapped aside as I was temporarily blinded by the sharp rays of sunlight when he opened the trunk, my eyes slamming close quickly.
"Get out." Not a request but a harsh order.
Stubborn, I didn't move a muscle, better uncomfortable and somewhat safe than in his hands I reasoned.
"I said out!" He yelled, pulling me up straight by my hair which caused me to cry out. Despite the yelp of pain I let out Patrick ignored everything and forced me out of the car, holding my wrists so I was left quite helpless.
"Let go!," I cried , struggling with all my force but still unable to free myself.
Suddenly an unexpected jolt of my fists being pulled back I stumbled onto the ground, my body flat against the grind as I felt him use some kind of rope to tie my hands behind my back, making sure I wasn't able to use my martial arts before forcing some fabric, most likely another handkerchief into my mouth before securing it with a longer scrap, tying a tight knot on the back of my head.

Desperately I struggled against the bounds, hissing as he pulled me backwards.
"Not so tough now are ya, bitch."
I gritted my teeth in anger, as good as possible through the gag.
How could I have forgotten how strong he was?
As he pushed me inside the empty and expired building, I tumbled onto the ground, yelping as Patrick pulled me onto my feet again, by my hair.
"I tried to be nice, Temperance. I really did. But you …you just piss me off."

He roughly pushed me down onto a chair, grabbing a robe and tying my feet down against it's legs. My arms where suddenly lifted into the air and I noticed they where being placed on a hook. Kenton. The single name flashed through me and I mentally slapped myself for telling about him to Patrick, about what he'd done to me and how that was the first time I was really afraid for my life.

An evil grin spread across his face as I wiggled against my bounds. No way I could escape this time. I guess he saw the glimpse of desperation and terror in my eyes, when he knelled beside me.
"To bad your little agent can't rescue you this time isn't it…but I'll make sure to keep a nice souvenir for when he recovers, or at least IF he recovers."
I saw something flash in the corners of my eyes and the next thing I knew I had the cold blade of a huge butchers knife pressed against the injunction of my collarbone, the sharp tip notching down into my flesh creating a painful and bloody cut.

I watched him closely as he cleaned the knife carefully with a paper tissue, bloodstains draining in. Then he brought it to my face again, but instead of making another cut, like I suspected, I felt a lock of my hair being removed. Horrified with the circus going on, I closed my eyes but only having them forced open again in a reaction when a quick flash blinded me temporarily and I blinked rapidly to regain my sight.
I watched astonished when Patrick pulled the Polaroid from the camera and put it with the hair and blood drained tissue in a plastic clip-bag, sealing it.
"So," He told me. "Isn't it nice…now he can make his own scrapbook...guess he'll love the gift."

Monster! My mind screamed over and over again.
This would destroy Booth!
Why wasn't he happy with just killing me?
That was his goal wasn't it? Than just do it, but leave my partner out of this…because sure as hell he would blame himself forever.

"Well, we fouled around long enough didn't we? On with the fun."
My whole body shook with pent up adrenaline and endorphins as I knew my end was nearing.
The muffled sounds of my hysterical screaming, through the gag, filled the empty warehouse.
In a failed attempt to stop my withering and screaming he hissed :
"Stop it! You'll only make things worse and more painful…for yourself. "

Pulling out an injection, I shivered, remembering the drugs he gave me months ago.
"A small dose," He explained. "is enough to keep someone calm, a larger one stops breathing-, brain- and heart functions…and since the smaller dose didn't work, I'll have to give you a larger one. But don't worry, they also use this to put down animals and as far as I know, has never one of them complained that it hurts."

With a quick thrust he had impaled the needle in my arm, a yelp of pain even evident through the cloth that covered my mouth.

Like sand that fell through my fingers, I felt the energy being drained out of my body.
Only a few seconds before complete darkness surrounded me, I heard the muffled sounds of someone towards me. The only question left, was I saved or in even greater danger?

(-End Chapter 11-)