I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Booth saw Charlie in the window. He had a perfect shot, but Booth was in the way if he missed. Booth took one-step sideways giving Charlie just the clearance he needed. He pulled the trigger, and the killer slumped to the floor.
Booth approached him still holding his gun. He kicked the gun away from him, and knelt to feel for a pulse. He was dead.
Booth breathed a sigh of relief, and began to untie Bones.
The rest of the team entered the shack, and untied the other victim.
As soon as she was free, he pulled her into his arms. She pushed him away, and went to the victim. Booth just stopped and stared at her. Then he realized that she wanted to help the man, who was finally being released from his bonds.
"Are you ok Mr. Plum?" she asked him.
"Yes, but call me Landon."
She looked up at the agents while she checked his feet.
"Collect the toes, they can be reattached, but be careful not to touch the open wounds."
They stood there looking at her while she continued to wrap his toes with a piece of the killer's shirt.
Booth was talking to Hodgins, and arranging to get them flown out of there.
She looked at the agents.
"Didn't you hear me, find a container and pick up his toes."
Booth reacted immediately.
"Didn't you hear her? Shawn, get an evidence bag and collect the toes, make sure to get all seven of them."
Shawn just looked at him.
He took out a bag and began to gather the victim's toes.
She looked at the victim. "I'm so sorry, I tried to stop him, but he knew, and he did it anyway…"
"Young lady, I'm fine. I've read the papers; I know what could have happened. Stop blaming yourself."
She relaxed and sat down on the floor, she realized that she was exhausted. Booth came to her and picked her up, pulling her close to him, and whispering in her ear.
"I love you. You are incredible. Instead of losing control, you instantly worry about the victim. I don't ever want to hear you say that you don't have an open heart."
She finally realized that it was over and Booth was holding her tight.
"Oh Booth, you came." She began to cry.
This is the reaction that Booth was expecting. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her neck.
She leaned back.
"He's ok, he has a broken leg, and a severe concussion, but he will be fine. When he woke up the first thing he said, was that he wanted to know where you were. When the doctor's didn't know what he was talking about, he freaked out and said he had to find you. He had just gotten out of surgery, and he was trying to get out of bed."
"You really do have an enormous impact on those around you."
She pulled him close again. "I knew you would come."
"I always will, Babe. I always will."
She heard a helicopter overhead.
"That is your way out. We need to get you outside."
"Shawn did you get all the toes?"
Shawn looked a little green, but held up a bag with the toes inside.
The agents picked up Landon, and carried him outside. He turned to Booth.
"That's an incredible woman you have there. Make sure you hold onto her."
"Oh, don't worry I am never letting her go."
He pulled her close and kissed her, again feeling that fire build inside him, thinking that she still had no idea what she did to him.
"OK, Landon, you're first. Here's your toes, don't let them out of your sight. If she says they can be reattached, they can. Make sure you tell the doctors."
The agents laid him in the basket and he was lifted into the copter. The basket came back down.
"Your turn Bones."
"Bones get in the basket."
"Will you come with me?" she had tears in her eyes. She didn't want to let him go.
Booth looked at his men. Charlie spoke first.
"Booth, we know how to secure a crime scene, go with your woman."
She was going to tell them that she was nobody's woman, but changed her mind and pulled him close.
"See, even Charlie said to come with me."
He climbed into the basket, and they were both lifted out.
They admitted her to the hospital overnight, and Booth stayed by her side. He was not leaving her again. After all the statements were done, paperwork finished, and visitors gone home, Booth pulled her into his arms. She held him close.
"Don't say it."
"Say what?" he asked with an innocent look on his face.
"That I should have listened to you."
"I wasn't going to say that."
"Yes you were, I can tell by the look on your face."
He tried to change the look on his face. When did she get so good at reading him?
"No, this is the look of bliss, maybe you should practice with Sweets again. I am so happy to have you back."
"Booth, I don't need to practice with Sweets, and I don't need you to tell me how foolish I was, but even if I was with you, he could have taken me. He caused the accident just so he could get to me. If you were driving you would have been in Wendell's place, and I would probably be dead. In a way it worked out right."
"Only you would see a logical end to this. I don't think you would have ended up dead. I would have still come for you."
"Booth, Wendell has a broken tibia; you would have been in the hospital."
"I would have left. I did it before. When are you going to understand that I will always be there for you, no matter what? You are never going to get rid of me. Even when I die, I will tell God to let me come back and take care of you."
"Booth when you die you're dead, you won't be able to come back."
"Baby, I'll be back. Now shut up and kiss me."
She pulled him close and kissed him. He climbed into the bed with her and held her close. When the nurses came later that night to check on her, they found both of them in the bed sleeping. They didn't have the heart to wake them, so they left them alone.
This story was a new experience for me. I have never written a story based on a case. I'd like to thank everyone for all the reviews. I will be starting a new story in a few weeks, and I hope to have your support again. Thanks again for your support.