So this… was harder than I thought it would be, but here it is. Finally. Thank you all for telling me what you thought about the original one-shot, and for encouraging me to add another chapter. Thank you all for the reviews. I think I responded to most of you, if I didn't yet, yours will be sent shortly. Also… to my anonymous reviewers, thank you as well.

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Part Two

We're been reckless, we've been good.

Doing most of things we should

But the picture is much bigger than we knew

And we're gonna pull through.

- Over the Rhine

Five Days Earlier

She'd heard about things like this before, but she'd never seen it firsthand. The office space that was supposed to hold the company, Mutual Futures, was empty. There was no furniture, no computers, no phones, and no files. It was empty. Her eyes took in the scene in front of her. Their suspect, Chase Dillon, and he was nowhere to be found. This was his company. It was his office. But there was nothing. They had run into a dead end. Mutual Futures was just a cover.

She observed Booth as he moved around the immediate area, searching for anything that looked out of the ordinary. She moved backwards, taking a glance at the door once more, wanting to make sure that this was in fact the right address. The company name was painted in black on the wood door, assuring her that they were in fact in the right place. She moved back inside of the office and watched Booth move towards the wall on the far right of the room.

"It looks like there's a fresh coat of paint on this wall," Booth said as his hand touched the wall.

She moved towards him, eager to see what he was talking about. Her eyes scanned the wall, noticing the discoloration behind the neutral color of paint. "We should trace this for blood." She placed her hand near his and mirrored Booth's actions. She wondered what he was feeling for as her hand moved along the wall. "I don't have my equipment with me." She reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell phone. "I'll call Cam."

Booth moved away from the wall as she spoke to Cam, asking her to send someone to the building with a kit. She watched as Booth slowly moved around the room, looking for traces of anything that would give a hint as to what had happened inside of this abandoned space. Once Cam had agreed to send someone to the building, she closed her phone and approached him. His back was rigid and his jaw was clenched. She moved to stand beside him, unsure of how he wanted to proceed.

Recently they had been treading a thin line. Emotions were high and it seemed as though the walls that they had each built around their own hearts were starting to crumble. Little things that he did to her were starting to affect her more. Like the way he smiled at her when she said something that only made sense to her. Or the way his hand lingered on the small of her back even after he had escorted her through the doorway. Each touch was more magnified. Each look made her heart pound harder. Sometimes she even found herself doing something that would give him an excuse to touch her because his touch had somehow become something that she was craving; that she needed. And without ever crossing the line that he had drawn in the sand between them all those years ago, they were coming dangerously close to it. Pushing it, testing just how far it would go. She knew one day that it would eventually break. She just wasn't sure she was ready for it to happen yet.

Her hand brushed against his as they stood in the middle of the room causing her to blush. She withdrew her hand and took a step sideways.

He turned to her curiously, his eyes catching hers. He motioned towards the other rooms, ignoring the soft touch that they had just shared. "We should check out the other rooms."

"I'll go this way." She turned and began to move towards the room that was off to the left, but stopped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. Her heart jumped.

He turned her towards him gently. "I don't want you walking around here alone."

"Then give me your gun," she said simply.


"No one is here, Booth," she sighed. "We need to check these other rooms out. You said so yourself. So either give me your gun or let me go."

He shook his head. "I'm not giving you my gun. I am your gun."

"Then, I'm going to go check out this room anyway," she shrugged.

His grip tightened on her shoulder. "Bones, we don't know if - "

"It'll be fine," she interrupted. She took a step backwards, easing her shoulder out of his hold. "I can take care of myself, Booth. And even if something did happen, you'd be right down the hall."

His jaw twitched. "Bones..."

"It'll be fine," she smiled reassuringly. She grabbed his hand in her own, needing to feel his skin against hers again. She squeezed it tightly before letting it go. "I'll be back."

She didn't wait for him to respond; instead, she turned and made her way towards the hallway that led to the left side of the office. Booth watched helplessly as she walked away from him. He couldn't explain it, and she wouldn't understand it, but his gut was telling him something was off. He just didn't know what it was yet.


It happened quickly. It was abrupt and fast. The blow disoriented her, sending her instantly downwards. Her hands searched for the wooden floor, trying to brace her body for the fall, but she failed and with a lifeless thump she landed on the ground. Her attacker pulled at her shirt, yanking her upwards only to serve her with another devastating blow to the head. She opened her mouth to scream, to call out for Booth, but was stopped by his hand slamming against her face once more, effectively prohibiting her from uttering a single coherent word. A wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. Through the blurry images in front of her instantly recognized her attacker as Chase Dillon. Her brain fumbled with the words that were at the tip of her tongue. She knew that she just needed to say something, anything, and Booth would come running. He was her gun.

"You should've done what your partner said," Dillon hissed, yanking on her hair, pulling her closer against him.

When she felt her body brush against his, she shuddered. Her stomach twisted in a knot. She pushed against the hand that was still covering her mouth and fought against the grip he had on her upper body, but no release came. She was trapped. He slammed her into the wall, causing her head to snap backwards against it. Her mind screamed for Booth. It begged him to hear her, to hear in the silence rather than the noise. Dillon's breath drifted across her exposed skin. Two heavy tears fell from her eyes. She breathed in through her nose, but it wasn't enough. Her chest started to heave.

"Shut up," Dillon growled softly, slamming her into the wall once more.

One of her hands slipped free and she shoved at his chest, trying to push him off of her. The room spun in circles around her. The man in front of her gripped at her tightly, holding her firmly in place. Tears streamed from her eyes freely. The fear of the reality that she was suddenly confronted with took over her. She continued to struggle. To fight against the strong hold that he had over her, but she knew she needed a plan. She needed to find a way out of this.

Dillon pressed himself against her. It was when she felt his erection that she knew what she needed to do. In one fluid motion she raised her knee, hitting him directly in his balls. He doubled over in pain, a groan escaping his mouth. She twisted away from him as he dealt with his pain, escaping his grasp.

"Booth," she screamed. Her feet moved slowly against the ground. The room continued to twist and turn around her as she tried to move towards the door. She screamed again, "Booth, help – "

His hands descended upon her from behind, grabbing at her hair once more, yanking her backwards. She screamed in pain as he pulled. He threw her into the wall.

"Bitch," Dillon yelled. His face was red with anger. He slapped her with a cool hand before he let his hand slide down her body. "My partner killed your partner. It's just you and me, sweetheart. And it looks like you've got as much fight as Elizabeth did."

Bile rose in he throat. Booth was not dead. He couldn't be. She hadn't heard him go down. She hadn't heard a gunshot. Booth was not dead.

"You're a liar," she spat without care. "You're not even a fucking man."

She knew she shouldn't have said it. She knew it before she felt his fist against her cheek, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. Booth would save her. He would come for her. He had never let her down. He wouldn't start now.

Dillon grabbed her throat in his hand, squeezing the tender flesh harshly. "Shut the fuck up."

She choked against his hand. Her chest heaved and her heart raced. This was it. He was going to kill her. He was going to squeeze every last bit of life out of her and leave her here. Tears pooled in her eyes, dripping out of them as she blinked, fighting to stay conscious.

"Let her go."

Booth's voice was like the last chords of a Mozart symphony. Beautiful and dominant. She could hear it over and over again and not care. He was here. He was alive. She fought to stay awake, to focus on Booth standing in the doorway and not the man that was holding her against the wall.

Booth's gun was cocked at Dillon, waiting for the slightest opportunity to take the shot. She knew that he wouldn't take the shot if there was any chance that she could get hurt. So, she had to make that opportunity.

Dillon reached for the gun in the waistband of his pants with his free hand and began to turn to face Booth. His grip on her throat slackened as he moved, creating an opportunity for her to break free. She moved quickly, dropping to the floor to give Booth ample opportunity to take his shot. It wasn't until Dillon's body collapsed on top of hers that she realized that Booth had taken the shot. She felt Dillon's blood drip onto her body. The scream erupted from her mouth before she could stop it. Her chest tightened and her stomach churned. She needed him off of her. And then, out of nowhere, the dead weight was gone.

"Bones?" Booth whispered. He knelt beside her. His hands reached out to touch her. One arm slipped underneath her shoulders, while the other moved to cup her cheek. He lifted her upwards slightly, cradling her to his chest. "Are you hurt?"

Her eyes focused on the man staring down at her. A trail of dried blood rested on his cheek. She reached up to him with a hand, her fingers softly pressing against the wound on his temple. "What happened?"

"It's not important," Booth said, shaking his head. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, checking for blood. "The ambulance should be here soon."

She dropped her hand from his temple in annoyance. "Booth…"

"Don't fight with me on this, Bones," Booth frowned. He looked down at his hand, noticing the faint trace of blood on his fingers.

He pressed his hand back into her hair and pulled her body even closer to his. His eyes closed for a second, the sound of her scream echoing in his mind. The nose had terrified him. It had rocked him to his very core. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, immediately noticing that she was fighting to stay awake. He didn't know how many blows to the head she had taken, but he was pretty damn sure that she had a concussion. She needed to stay awake.

Without hesitation he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Bones, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Booth…" her voice trailed off. Her eyelids drooped as she struggled with the overwhelming desire her body had to shut down. Nausea plagued her as she lay in Booth's arms. She wasn't moving, but the whole damn world seemed to be twisting and turning around her. "I need it to stop. Please…"

"Look at me, Temperance," Booth whispered. His fingers moved underneath her chin, urging her head towards his. "Just focus on me, ok? Can you do that for me?"

"I think so." She licked her lips, for the first time tasting the blood that was crusted in the corner of her mouth. Her stomach flip-flopped. She didn't remember being hit. She didn't remember how many blows she had suffered. Tears flooded her blue eyes before the slid down her cheeks, making quiet tracks.

"Shh," Booth soothed her. His thumb gently rubbed her cheekbone in attempt to soothe her. "I'm right here."

"Booth," she blinked, allowing more tears to fall from her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

He shook his head, immediately denying her apology. "This isn't your fault, Bones."

"I didn't," her voice trailed off. Humiliation swept over her weakened form. She didn't want him to see her like this. Not when seeing her like this might make him leave her.

"You didn't what?" Booth asked, his index finger tenderly swiping another tear off of her cheek.

"I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late," she said quickly.

"This isn't your fault," Booth stated firmly. "Don't you dare start blaming yourself."

"I should've been able to protect – "

"No," Booth said, shaking his head once more. "Don't give me that, Bones. Not now. You fought. You gave me enough time to get to you."

She turned her head away from him, embarrassed. "I should've been able to defend myself. I take those classes so I can… so that I am strong enough to fight back." She swallowed past the lump that had begun to form in her throat. "So that I can take care of myself."

"Bones…" He pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek, turning her head back towards him. "It's ok to rely on someone. It's ok to need help."

"I can't…" A small sob escaped her lips before she could stop it. She was losing control. She didn't want to do this. Not here. Not in front of him. He would lose respect for her, and she needed his respect.


"No," she sniffed. "I'm ok."

"Bones," Booth warmed.

"I'm fine, Booth."

He hugged her to his chest, supporting her without words, hoping that she would realize that no matter what, he wasn't going anywhere. Outside he heard the sirens getting closer. Relief washed over him. She needed to be looked at. He needed to know that he had gotten there in time, that she was going to be alright.

"Booth," she whispered.

"Yeah, Bones?"

"I don't," she hesitated. The sound of a door opening echoed in the office space, alerting her that she didn't have much time. She took a deep breath, ignoring the throbbing sensation that she felt from her neck up. "Don't leave me."

A look of pain shot through Booth's face. He leaned down, pressing his lips once more to her forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere, Temperance," he breathed. His breath brushed against her skin. She shivered, the memory of Dillon's breath on her returning. She stiffened in his arms. He pulled back slowly, but kept his grip on her tight. "I'm right here."

Another wave of nausea lapped over her tired body. She tried to fight against it. She fought to keep her eyes open, but when the room began to spin even faster, she gave in. The last thing she heard was Booth's voice reminding her that he was right there, that he wasn't going anywhere, before she let the darkness take her.

So, there it is. Thank you for reading and for wanting more. Hope you enjoyed! Drop me a line!