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Booth's POV

"Stay in the car Bones." I said as I grabbed my gun.

"I'm not staying in here Booth. You need me to back you up." She said stubbornly. I sighed in irritation. That woman could be so damn irritating.

"I called in for backup. They should be here any minute."

"I am not just going to sit in here while you go and try to be the big hero all by yourself. You need me to back you up Booth."

"Bones, these guys are major bad asses. They could easily kill you and I'm not willing to risk it."

"I am perfectly capable of deciding whether or not to risk my life and I feel that this situation is well worth the risk. Now you can either give me your other gun or I'll get out of this SUV without a gun and become a prime target. It's your choice."

I blew out a breath through my clenched teeth. I knew damn well that she wasn't joking, that her stubborn ass would get out without a gun and get herself killed. I leaned over her, her wonderful scent filling my nostrils, and pulled an extra gun out of the glove box and handed it to her.

"Has this gun been in your glove box this whole time?" I could see the pissed off look in her eyes and if I answered her question honestly she would be even more angry then she is right now but she can always tell when I am lying. I decided to take the honest road and accept her wrath.

"Yeah Bones, it's always been there."

"You bastard. This entire time I have been asking for a gun and there has been one right in front of me. You are unbelievable Seeley Booth." She muttered.

"Let's hold off on this fight until after I catch the bad guys okay? They aren't going to be here all damn day."

"Excuse me? Did you just say when you catch the bad guy? Did I hear you correctly?" Hurt and anger flashed through her eyes.

Oh Shit; now I've gone and done it. I thought. I have just insulted her and there will be hell to pay later. "Bones…I uhh..didn't mean I. It was just a slip. I meant when we catch the bad guys." I stuttered. "I'm really sorry Bones."

"It's okay Booth. I know you are frustrated about this damn case and worried about me but you don't need to be. I can take care of myself." She reached over and took my hand that was incessantly tapping against the steering wheel.

"I know Bones. I know." I really don't give her enough credit. I know that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. I just have this intense desire to protect her, to love her. I wish that I had the balls to admit my feelings for her but if I were completely honest with myself I was afraid of her rejection and ruining our friendship. She is my best friend and I treasure our friendship too much to risk it so I'll just continue to hold my feelings in and love her from afar.

"So what's the plan?" She asked

"We wait for backup. These guys are evil bastard's Bones. They have killed five people ruthlessly and horribly already."

"I know how their victims died. I saw what was left of them, remember?" I choose not to respond to that statement. I knew she hadn't forgotten the bodies that were on her table

"I don't want just us to go in unless we absolutely have to." I continued

"What would make us absolutely have to?"

"If they make a run for it." I stared out the window. From the corner of my eye I saw movement from my left side. "God Dammit." I mumbled. "They're on the move Bones." We quickly jumped out of the SUV. "Bones, stay behind me and only shoot if you are shot at first and please don't shot to kill. I want these assholes alive" I whisper before we took off running.

These bastards were fast. Thankfully, I run a couple miles a day, either outside when the weather is good or on my treadmill during the shitty DC winters, so I easily able to keep good pace with them and I was gaining fast. I quickly glanced over my shoulder and Bones was right on my heels. That woman could run. I wasn't aware of a gym membership or any workout schedule that she had but the woman was athletic. I would have to ask her to join me for a run when this case was closed.

"FREEZE. FBI." I shouted but it was to no avail. They keep running and so did we. They turned left with Bones and I trailing close behind and then I quickly slid to a stop. There was nowhere for them to run. The only bad thing was that both of our suspects had gun trained on us also.

"Drop your weapon." I ordered but of course, like most suspects that didn't listen.

"Drop yours." Thug number one said and I snorted.

"No way. FBI agent here, supposed to have a gun. Now I'm going to ask you again. Drop your guns." Instead of dropping their weapons they both simultaneously cocked their guns. I stole a quick glance at my partner who was standing there, gun pointed expertly at thug number two and she was sending them both a vicious glare. That's my girl.

"Ya know, I really not in the mood to shot anyone today but if you don't drop your guns NOW we both will shot you." I explained

"That bitch won't shot." My finger twitched on the trigger. I wanted to kill the bastard right then for calling my Bones a bitch.

"That woman standing next to me is my partner and trust me when I say that she is one hell of a shot. She has never missed what she has aimed for. Isn't that right Bones?"

"That is correct. Would you like me to demonstrate my accurate aim?" She asked and I had to stifle a laugh.

"If these jackasses don't drop their weapons then you can show them how accurate your aim is." I raised my eyebrows in what I hoped made me look menacing. "Now your choice, drop your weapons or my partner and I will shot you."

The four of us stood there, guns raised staring at each other. I suddenly heard movement behind me. I hoped that it was my backup but I couldn't take my eyes off of my suspect because that would give him ample opportunity to shot me. I saw a smug smile come across thug number one's face and I knew that it was not my backup. Before I could react I heard a shot ring out behind me and a second later I felt the bullet tear into my back. The pain was immediate. My gun tumbled from my hands and darkness quickly began to take over. I fell to the ground and my last conscious thought was of my Bones.

Bones' POV

I heard something move behind us and I thought that it was the backup until the shot rang out and Booth fell to the ground. I spun around on the balls of my feet and shot the asshole that shot Booth right through the heart before he could pull the trigger again. As soon as he fell to the ground I turned back around and aimed my gun back on the two that we had cornered in less than five seconds.

"If you don't want to end up like your dead associate, I suggest that you drop your weapons now." I politely asked while my mind screamed to just shot them and check on Booth. To my surprise – actually shock, they both dropped their guns and raised their hands in the air. Seconds later I heard the mad rush of FBI agents rushing over to us. Booth's backup had finally I arrived, I just hoped that it wasn't too late for my partner.

"Agent down." I shouted above the noise. "We need an ambulance." As soon as some agents had surrounded our suspects I ran over to Booth. My eyes did a quick examination of his injury and I saw that he had been shot in his lower back. I shrugged out of my coat and applied pressure to the wound. The pressure must have been painful because he groaned as his eyes fluttered opened and focused on me.

"Bones….okay?" He whispered.

"I'm fine and you will be too." He attempted to roll over. "Don't move Booth." I looked up for the paramedics and saw that they hadn't arrived yet. "Where the hell are the God Damned paramedics?" I shouted.

"They are on the way Dr. Brennan." Charlie, one of Booth's agents replied.

"Not good enough. Get them here NOW." Charlie scurried away and I turned my attention back to the man lying before me, the man that I was in love with. He doesn't know it and he probably doesn't feel the same way but that didn't mean that I was going to let him die. He was still my best friend and I'll be damned if I was going to lose him.

"Be…nice…Charlie." He demanded in a weak voice.

"I'll apologize later." I mumbled looking into his deep brown eyes.

"Good." His eyes closed again.

"Booth." I shouted. "Stay with me Seeley." I ordered and his eyes opened back up and he smiled a very weak version of his charm smile.

"I'm not …leaving…promised…love you." I knew that the pain he was experiencing must be causing him to hallucinate. A non-pain filled Booth never would have told me that he loved me. "You….love…me…Bones?" He rasped. I could see fear in his eyes so I decided to help ease his fears, he probably wouldn't remember this conversation anyway.

"Yes Seeley, I love you." His eyes closed and he lost consciousness. "Booth, Dammit, wake up." I begged but I received no response.

"Dr. Brennan." I looked up and saw Charlie there with the paramedics.

"It's about damn time." I muttered. "Shot gun wound to his lower back, probably around L3 or L4 but I can't be sure. There has been a lot of blood loss and he just lost consciousness." I explained to the paramedics as they started working on Booth. Within two minutes he was loaded onto the stretcher. I followed behind them and attempted to get in with him.

"Sorry mam. There is no room for you." I sighed irritably.

"I'm his partner. I need to be with him."

"You can meet us at the hospital." The paramedic shut the door and they took off leaving me standing there alone.

"Dr. Brennan?" I turned and came face to face with Booth's boss, Sam Cullen.

"They just took Booth away." I mumbled.

"Would you like a ride to the hospital?" I nodded eagerly as another though occurred to me.

"Booth's truck is still here and the keys are in his pocket."

"Don't worry, we have duplicate keys for all FBI vehicles. So, care to tell me what went down today?" He asked. I recounted the events from the time we got out of the SUV until backup arrived. "What is your opinion on Booth's injury?"

"He was shot in his lower back. He could wake up with a sore back or her could wake up…"I didn't want to finish the sentence but Cullen did.

"He could be paralyzed." I nodded numbly. We sat in the parking lot in silence, each lost in our own thoughts about Booth. "I'm going to go question the suspects. I want to finish what Booth started."

"The case file is on his desk along with all of my notes."

"Good, I'll go over it. Booth has kept me updated but the refresher will be useful. I'll be back as soon as these assholes are in custody." I nodded and stepped out of Cullen's SUV and walked into the hospital.

I knew exactly where to go. It wasn't that long ago that I was here after the stalker bitch shot him instead of me because his stubborn ass jumped in front of the bullet that was met for me. I was informed that he had already been taken up to surgery and I was sent to the surgery waiting room again.

My thoughts drifted back to that horrible night. I waited in this stupid room for hours covered in Booth's blood. As long as I live I'll never forget the crushing feeling that took over when the surgeon told me that Booth was dead. I think Angela expected me to break down but I simply thanked the doctor for his time and walked out of the hospital. I wanted to be alone but I knew that if I went to my office or home Angela would find me and make me discuss my feelings and I really wasn't in the mood so I went to Booth's apartment. I knew he hid his spare key under that stupid obvious rock and I just needed to be close to him. I walked in and inhaling his scent as I moved. A small stupid part of me had hoped to find him sleeping on the couch but he wasn't there. It was empty, just like my life suddenly became. I finally admitted to myself that I felt more than friendship for him last Christmas when he brought the tree to the prison parking lot. As I looked out the window at him and his son, I knew that I loved him but he had drawn that damn line so I decided to keep those feelings to myself until he erased it. But now as I stood in the middle of his apartment I knew the line would never be gone because he was dead and he died not knowing how I felt. I made my way to his bedroom taking in where he spent his nights. I saw one of his dress shirts lying on his perfectly made bed, a habit he picked up from the army I assumed. I picked it up and held it to my chest as I felt tears filling my eyes. Clutching his shirt I sat on the edge of the bed as the tears fell from my eyes and I couldn't stop them. I was so angry. I was angry at myself for feeling so much for a man who probably never felt the same and I was angry at Booth for dying and leaving me, something he promised that he would never do. I found myself sobbing as I fell back onto his bed where I spent the night crying into his shirt.

I woke up the next morning with a hardened heart and I vowed never to let myself feel for someone like I felt for Seeley Booth. After it turned out that he wasn't dead I was angry with him for not telling me. I felt like after all that after we had been through, he still didn't trust me. After I got over my anger, I could tell that he was tormented by the fact that Sweet's took it upon himself not to tell me, especially after I confronted him in his bathroom during his bath. He looked so ridiculous in that stupid drink dispensing hat and it took everything I had not to take him right there on the bathroom floor. I knew he was good looking with his clothes on but when he stood up, the bath water was glistening on his taunt body, and his…oh dear God, that man was well endowed, I knew I was in the presence of the perfect male specimen and I'll be damned my feelings for him were still ever present, if not stronger. I had hoped that maybe after his "death" something romantic may happen but it never did so I tucked my feelings for him back inside and we continued on as we have always have, partners and friends.

"Are you waiting for Mr. Booth?" A voice pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced at my watch and saw that he had been in surgery for an hour and a half.

"Yes I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan, his Power of Attorney." Something I found out after he was shot. I never did talk to him about that. I didn't want to relive the horrible two weeks that he was gone form my life.

"Mr. Booth came through surgery remarkably well. I was able to remove the bullet, thoroughly intact."

"Any permanent damage?" I whispered softly, not really wanting the answer.

"The bullet landed underneath the L3 vertebrae severing some nerves in the process. Unfortunately, I believe that Mr. Booth will be paralyzed from the waist down but I won't be able to confirm that until he wakes up." I nodded in understanding.

"I would like to be the one to tell him, if that's okay."

"That's fine. He should be awake within the next hour. I'll meet you in his room then."

"Thank you doctor." He walked out and a nurse walked in and gave me Booth's room information. I walked out of the room and right into Cullen.

"Oh Sam, I'm sorry."

"Any news?" He asked

"Booth made it through surgery but the doctor thinks that he will be paralyzed." Cullen sucked in a breath. "Do you have some good news that I can tell him when he wakes up?"

"Uhh yeah. They confessed and they have been arrested thanks to your hard work, both you and Booth."

"He'll be glad." I looked at the floor.

"I'm going to tell him." I whispered sadly.

"I figured you would. You are a good friend to him." Cullen said.

"He's been a good friend to me as well, the best."

"I'll leave you two alone but let him know that no matter what his condition, he will always have a job with the FBI, with me."

"I will." I slowly walked to his room. The door was open and I walked in over to his bedside. He looked so peaceful lying there on the hospital bed. I ran my thumb over his chiseled jaw, something I wanted to do for a very long time. A small moan escaped his lips and I drew my hand away like I have been burnt.

"Booth, hey wake up." I said. Another moan, his eyes fluttered opened and he cracked a small smile. "Hey sleepy eyes."

"Sleepy head Bones." He said.

"I see you are feeling better."

"I was shot. Some asshole shot me."

"He's dead."

"Bones, you didn't. I told you…"

"He shot you and was about to shot me. I followed your instructions Booth." He rolled his eyes and was about to respond when the doctor walked in.

"Mr. Booth, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Dr. Stanley asked.

"I'm tired and I feel like I was just shot."

"Sounds about right. I just want to do a quick exam." Booth nodded and Dr. Stanley went to the head of the bed. While he was distracting Booth I dug my nails into thigh hoping for him to yell out in pain but nothing. He just continued to talk to the doctor. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying. The doctor turned his head and saw my nails in his thigh and a sad smile came across his face. I knew that Booth was going to be devastated and I felt sick to my stomach. The doctor's pager suddenly beeped causing me to jump and I heard a chuckle coming from the bed.

"Mr. Booth. I need to take this page but I'll be back shortly to answer any of your questions." He nodded towards me and walked out of the room. I followed him to the door and shut it softly behind him. I didn't turn around right away, I couldn't face him yet, I didn't want to face him but I knew better me that destroy his spirit then a strange doctor.

" Bones" He said and I finally turned around. "What's going on? I know something is wrong."

"Booth there is something I need to tell you." I walked slowly over to his bedside.

"Temperance you can tell me anything." He held out his hand to me and I when we joined hands he pulled me on the bed beside him. "What is it?"

"Not me….you." He stared at me for a few minutes then his traveled down his body to his leg where my free hand was resting firmly on his thigh. His eyes darted back and forth between my hand and his leg. I watched sadly as he put the pieces of the puzzle together. He then looked back at me, imploring me with his eyes not to confirm his suspicions.

"The bullet penetrated your L3 vertebrae severing some of your nerves that are responsible for your lower limb movement."

"Shut up Bones. Don't say it." He ripped his hand away from mine.

"Seeley I'm so sorry but…"

"NO." He roared. "It's not true. Don't fucking say it Temperance."

"Just because I don't say it Booth doesn't mean it's not true." I said gently but his normally gentle face was full of fury. "You are paralyzed from the waist down."

"Get out." He screamed.

"Booth…" I reached out and touched his arm but he jerked away from me.

"I hate you." He seethed. "Get the hell out of my God Damned room."

"I understand that you are angry right now but please don't push me away." I begged.

"GET. OUT. Do you hear me? Get the hell out of my room." He shouted.


"GOOOOO." He turned his head away from me but I could see the tears falling from the corner of his eyes. I knew that there was no reasoning with him right now because he was so angry. I decided to give him his space.

"I'll be back Booth." I took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Call me when you want to talk." He didn't respond so I quietly slipped out the door just as his water pitcher hit the wall. I wiped the tears from my face as I walked to the exit, my heart breaking for my best friend.

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