A/N: I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story. Thanks so much for sticking with me. It truly means a lot. Thanks.

So anywho, here's the final chapter.

Chapter 12

Friday May 22 – Unknown Location – 8:09pm

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, or at least that's what it felt like to Booth. He could count every heart-shattering second as his partner tumbled off the edge. In times of a crisis, time either seems to go so fast, where you can't remember a thing in between, or it goes deathly slow and you're aware of everything around you. For a moment there is always that pause – heart stopping pause – when you realize that you are not watching a movie, but that you are living a reality. The only difference is, in the movie, nine times out of ten, the victim survives.

Booth was greatly aware of his son's piercing cries and shouts about that damn cloak, but that was going to have to wait. In seconds, he dropped his gun, called to Parker to stay where he was, and seeing that the fall would not kill him, he dove in after her. He hit the water hard and he nearly blacked out from the cold temperature he hadn't been expecting. However, he regained consciousness quickly as his adrenaline kicked in. It was dark, cold, and he was painfully aware of the fact that Brennan had already been under the water a minute longer than he had. Struggling, he resurfaced, took a deep breath and plunged once again into the water's depths.

He tried not to think about the gun shot wound to her head and how she would most likely die from it. Maybe, he thought if he just prayed, believed. However, even he knew that you could wish for something really hard, but it'll still be false, no matter how hard you wanted it to be true.

His lungs were on fire, and as each second past his hopes of finding her slowly began to diminish. It was mucky and dark, so his hands led the way. And just as he was about to resurface he ran into something hard. He squinted, and nearly screamed when he came face to face with a clearly dead Agent Ace. Quickly, he pushed the body aside and as if, right on queue, Brennan's lifeless body was not more than two feet away. He grabbed her without a second thought, and immediately he began to kick for the surface. He swam diagonally up, so by the time he emerged from the water's depths, he was already within reaching distance from the rivers banks.

Gasping for air, he pulled his partner onto the mud. If he had never bothered to check her pulse, he would have almost been positive that she was dead, but there was a slight beat under his fingertips. Knowing that she wouldn't make it much longer he began mouth to mouth. After two breaths and 16 compressions later, she jerked to life, coughing up what seemed like a gallon of water.

More than relieved, he collapsed against her. "Bones," he cried for joy, unaware of the silent tears rolling down his cheeks. "Hold on a little longer. Can you do that for me?" He wasn't sure if she actually nodded against him, or if he was just imagining it. He glanced up, and found six of his men peering over the edge, screaming for him to stay where he was. "Help is on the way, Bones. Stay with me. Do you hear? Help is coming!" but she was already out cold, drifting back into that enduring darkness once more.


Friday May 22 – Hospital – 9:33pm

It had nearly been an hour since they had arrived at the hospital, and he had still not received any word on his Partner's condition. Parker was fine, not a single scratch on his body, expect for a slight burn on his wrist. When one of the C.S.I. men had told him that Parker had started the fire he hadn't believed it and he still didn't. However, either way, they had told him that his son was the only reason that Brennan was alive and he was thankful for that.

"Agent Booth," a sweet voice broke him from his thoughts.

He glanced up and found a women in a white coat hovering over him. "Yes, My partner…"

"Is going to be fine," she finished, with a smile.

He just glared her, confused. "She was shot… in the head," he began, his voice breaking. "How does that qualify as fine?" Even after he said it, he knew it was rude, but he didn't care.

"I'm sorry." The Doctor looked confused. "You're Special Agent Seeley Booth… Correct?" Booth nodded more than annoyed, and the Doctor continued in a hurried rush, "Your partner, Dr. Brennan suffered from internal bleeding, many broken bones, shock, hypothermia, and much more. However, there was no gun shot wound… especially to the head."

Booth just stared at her. "Are you sure you got the right Dr. Temperance Brennan?" When the Doctor nodded, he couldn't help but shout, "I saw her get shot. Is this some sort of sick joke?"

The Doctor looked taken aback by his sudden outburst. "Look," she stated calmly. "I can assure you that your partner was not shot and is going to be fine. You should be thankful, she was very lucky."

Booth nodded, feeling tears brim his eyes. "Yes…I'm sorry. It's just… can I see her now? Please."

She nodded. "This way."

Booth followed the woman down a long, agonizing white hallway. They passed hundreds of doors, each containing a person or two who had their own story. However, if you get right down to it, nobody else matters. He knew it was a heartless thing to think, but the only person he truly cared about in that moment was his partner.

"Here, we are." The Doctor stopped in front of the door and smiled weakly at him. "I'll give you a moment."

Booth nodded and entered the room alone. When he saw her, he let the tears fall he hadn't known he had been holding. Her face was nearly unrecognizable, but he knew it was her and he couldn't help but smile at the thought she was alive. Sighing heavily, he stumbled over to a vacant chair closest to the bed. Gently, he began to trace his thumb over her hand, praying that she would wake up soon. And he suddenly knew that if she died, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

"Bones, I'm so sorry," his voice cracked and gently he buried his head on her lap. "This is my entire fault. I should have… I should…" he trailed off, unable to continue.

"It wasn't your fault, Booth."

The voice was so clear, rich, and alive, he looked at her with hope, but somehow he knew it wasn't really her. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and examined not the woman lying in the hospital bed, but the other same woman standing across the room.

"It's weird," Brennan stated, staring at her lifeless body not more than three feet away. "Seeing myself."

He wiped his tears away, and gave the Brennan who had haunted him over the past few hours a weak smile. "And what do you think it was like for me… seeing you? Normal?"

She chuckled softly, but then her face grew serious. "I should be dead," she told him, truthfully. "I still could."

He shook his head in anger. "Don't say that, Bones. Don't."

Brennan slowly walked over to him and gently sat on the hospital bed. "Thank you, Booth."

"I should be thanking you," he told her. "For keeping Parker, safe."

She laughed. "Parker saved me, Booth."

"What?" he asked, confused.

Brennan nodded. "If it wasn't for him I would be dead. He started the fire, you know."

He just stared at her, baffled. "You're telling me that my five year old son started a fire by himself?"

She nodded. "Yes. He told me he saw it on the television."

Booth laughed out loud, suddenly thankful for that stupid electronic. "That's my boy."

"Where is he?" Brennan asked, fear sneaking into her voice as she looked around the small room.

"He's with Rebbecca."

Booth suddenly placed his hands over the real Brennan's hand and the one sitting next to him gasped. Incredulous, he looked at the imaginary Brennan with a questioning look on his face.

She examined her hand, baffled. "I can feel it…"

He smiled, "That's nice to know."

She smirked from behind, and then they were plunged into a comfortable silence. Booth liked this about them; how they could sit in silence, saying nothing, and yet saying everything. They could pour their hearts out in everlasting peace through simple movements, thoughts. They didn't need words to articulate themselves. After all, they completed each other. Booth knew this, and he was just waiting around for her to realize this to.

He wasn't sure how long it had been, but when he finally looked up to meet her gaze, he could have easily cried. "If you give someone your heart and they die, do they it with them?" he asked her, his voice cracking.

"I…I don't know what that means, Booth," she told him honestly, not quite sure what he was getting at.

"Do you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that can't be filled?"

Brennan dropped her eyes shyly. "I…" she trailed off, fear getting the best of her.

"Damn it, Bones. I love you. I can't lose you," he had said it so bluntly that his words went straight over her head.

"You're not going to lose me," she told him softly.

He looked at the bruises on her face and then slowly he turned back to meet the ghost's gaze. "Come back, Bones. Please."

"I… I don't know how, Booth," she told him, her lip quivering.

He gently squeezed Brennan's real hand. "Please try, Bones...." She began to speak in protest, but he cut her off, "For me. Can you do that for me?"

Brennan nodded and that was enough.


Friday May 22 – Hospital – 9:46pm

When Brennan opened her eyes she had a strange feeling of contentment. Whether it was from the lightness of the room, or the warmth of a body pressing on her abdomen she wasn't sure. Either way, she knew that she wasn't back in that old basement. Moaning slightly, she forced herself to open her eyes. It was such a simple thing to do and yet she felt like she was putting all her strength into that simple gesture. Unable to keep them open any longer she shut them, and then she felt the body next to her begin to thrash about.

Her eyes shot open and for a brief moment she was seized by a horrible sense of loss, but then she found Booth. Subconsciously, she lifted her shaking hand and placed it on his head. Slightly confused, she looked around the small hospital room, trying to recall how or why she had gotten herself here.

"You have to try, Bones," she heard him cry. She didn't have the strength to shake him awake, so she tried to talk, but she found that she didn't have a voice either. "Come back, Bones. Please." She stared at him, confused. "Please try, Bones…for me. Can you do that for me?" It was the last thing he said before his eyes shot open.

She watched him through her one eye that wasn't swollen shut, but even with half vision she could clearly see that he was confused. And then his eyes found hers and she could see the tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Oh…Bones, thank God."

She could tell that he wanted to hug her, but he stayed where he was because he was afraid that he would hurt her. "What happened, Booth?" it came out soft and raspy.

He stared at her, confused. "You don't remember?" She shook her head, and he questioned. "Anything?" She shook her head again and for a moment she could see his face fall in disappointment.

"I…," she tried, but trailed off, finding it too difficult to talk.

"Hey shhh," he ran his fingers through her hair, which gave him an excuse to lean in closer to her. "It's okay, Bones. You should rest. Everything is going to be okay."

Brennan opened her mouth in protest, but before she could force herself to speak the door opened, revealing a worried looking Parker.

"Dr. Bones!" The boy shouted with joy and before Booth could stop him, the little boy climbed up onto the bed with his partner.

As soon she looked into his chocolate browns eyes, she gasped out in pain as a thousand memories came rushing back. The kidnap, Parker, the fire…Agent Ace. She searched Booth's eyes and she could see her panicked eyes reflecting back at her. "Agent…Ace?" she coughed.

"Is dead," Booth assured.

Parker smiled at her as he gently positioned himself under her arm. "Don't you remember, Dr. Bones?" She shook her head, and Parker's face fell, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. "That's okay I'll tell you!"

"Parker," Booth irrupted. "I don't think…"

But the boy ignored his father. "The bad guy had you at gun point and then BANG!" Parker screamed making them jump. "You and Ace fell into the water. Daddy dove in after you. I can't believe you don't remember. It was epic!"

Booth laughed, relieved by the fact that his son thought it was just some game and not a reality. He met Brennan's questioning gaze and he nodded. A smile graced her lips. "Thank you, Booth."

"But, the cloak is what really saved you, Dr. Bones." Parker gently reached up and touched the side of her head to prove his point. "See. No blood. No hole."

She stared at him, confused. "What?" she managed to ask.

Booth just laughed and bent over to kiss her temple; the exact spot where she should have been shot dead. "A miracle, Bones. A miracle"

And it truly was.


If you want a somewhat logical explanation of why Brennan didn't get shot in the head then read this…

I sorta tell you in chapter 10. Right before Joe shoots Tony, Tony is changing the bullets in Ace's gun as a joke. I never say what type of bullets, but it's implied that it's blanks.

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