Hey Guys!

I started this one a while ago, and while re-watching season 3 finale I remembered about it. Keep in mind that I'm not the best at writing stories and my computer kind of freaked on me and stopped doing spell check...

Hope you enjoy and if you want me to post the next chapter soon please press the pretty green button and review :)

P.s. Nope. Sadly, I still don't own Bones or any FBI candy :(

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Chapter 1

Brennan's POV

I slid the key into my front door and gently pushed it open. I walked to the kitchen bench and placed down my bag and shrugged off my coat, sighing in relief as I sank into the sofa. I was exhausted, the last couple of days had been extremely tiring and I was relieved to finally be able to relax, knowing that the last of the paper work pertaining to the case had been printed and filed.

A sharp trill ringing broke the silence, causing me to jump. I picked up my phone and smiled as I read the caller ID.

"Hey Booth" I smiled, leaning back into the couch and closing my eyes again.

"Hey Bones, how quick do you think you could make it back down to The Checker Box?" he asked, obviously excited.

"The Checker Box? The bar that Tommy Sour sang at?" I asked in confusion.

"Yer Bones, that's the one. Get here as fast as you can!" he rushed, his smile obvious in his tone as he ended the call.

I looked down at the phone in confusion; closing it and placing it in my bag as I grabbed it and my keys and made it back out through my front door, possible scenarios to why Booth would call me back out after only seeing me less than 20 minutes ago flashing through my mind.

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I walked through the bars doors and was shocked to see Angela, Hodgens, Zack, Cam and Sweets in deep discussion in the corner. My eyes swept the bar, meeting Booth's.

"What's going on?" I asked him as his face broke into a huge charming grin. "Why did you call me here Booth?"

"Your need to sing in front of a live audience, it's innate Bones!" He said, sauntering over towards me.

"No way" I exclaimed. I was regretting telling Booth and Sweets about how my mother said I sang "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" better than Cyndi Lauper more and more each passing second. Booth just smiled at my horrified expression and went on.

"Hey, I got the music, frivolity .... What else do you need?" he seemed to be enjoying torturing me. I looked at him in disbelief as I realised he wasn't joking.

Hodgens and Angela started cheering in the background.

"Woo! Come on Doctor Brennan, you can do it" shouted an overly excited entomologist.

Sweets started to make his way over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder and steering me closer to Booth and the stage. The pianist had already started playing.

"You are very controlled Dr. Brennan. I think it would be a good idea for you to let yourself go" said Sweets, sounding like an excited kid on Christmas day and I stared in disbelief at him.

"Really?" I said with a roll of my eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies forming at the pit of my stomach.

"Yep" said a suddenly serious Sweets.

"What about you?" I questioned, trying to pull the focus away from me.

He just grinned "Hey, I will be singing "Lime in the Coconut" after you, and you will be extremely impressed , as was my abnormal psychology class in college."

"This opportunity is a gift from..." He continued, placing his hand on Booths shoulder, earning a death stare, so he quickly removed it and went on, "... Agent Booth. Trust yourself, trust your friends, and let her rip, let's hear it" He finished smiling and pushing me onto the stage. Cheers and claps coming from every direction around the room.

I stumbled onto the stage, looking once more down at Booth. He met my gaze and shot another of his charming smiles that I returned with a terrified half smile and I closed my eyes briefly gathering my thought. Come on Temperance, you can do this. I opened my eyes again, and quickly before I could change my mind, I shrugged of my jacket and threw it at Booth, before grabbing the microphone, taking a deep breath, listening to the music, and I started to sing.

"I come home in the morning light,
My mother says when you gonna live your life right,"

I sang, not once breaking eye contact with Booth. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Pam making her way into the bar, but I ignore her, getting lost in the depths of Booths eyes and the song.

"Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones,
And girls they want to have fun,"

As I belted out the lyrics, I remembered the afternoons that me and my mother used to sit in front of the radio singing this song on the tops of our voices. I smiled at the memory. Booth had pulled out a cigarette lighter and was waving it in the air in time with the music.

"Ooohh girls just wanna have fuuu-uunn!"

I was enjoying myself so much, and becoming so excited by the cheers of the growing crowed. I started to jump around the stage, not being able to remember the last time I had this much fun. I looked over at Pam who was sitting at the back of the room, smiling at Booths back. I frowned slightly, but smiled as I looked over at Booth bobbing away enthusiastically in his chair, an amazed expression covering his face. I looked back at my other friends and smiled at them, laughing to myself at Zacks head bobbing slightly to the tune. I turned back to look at Booth and started the next verse.

"The phone rings in the middle of the night,
My father yells what you gonna do with your life,
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one,
But girls they want to have fun,"

"Look at me, not her." I heard Pam say, obviously nervous as she pulled her bag from hand to hand, but I kept smiling at Booth, and it seemed like the whole world had disappeared and it was just us. This caused me to smile harder.

"Oh girls just want to have--
That's all they really want,
Some fuuu-uunn,"

"Seeley..." Booth turned around slightly, but kept smiling at me.

"When the working day is done,"

"..SEELEY!" Pam shouted, causing Booth to jump up and swivel around in confusion and annoyance.

"Girls-- they want to have fun,
Oh girls just want to have fun!"

"I'm doing this for us," Pam said, pulling a gun out of her bag and aiming it at me. I froze, preparing myself for the pain, dropping the microphone. It seemed as though time stoped, Booth reached down for his gun, standing up. Angela was the first of my friends to notice, and a shriek of horror emitted from her shaking lips.

Pam stared at me, a crazy glint in her eyes, pure loathe towards me obvious in her slight smirk. My heart stopped as she pulled the trigger, and I tried to move, but I was frozen in the spot. As the gunshot rang through the bar, I waited for the piercing pain to shoot up from my side, but it didn't come.

Shrieks and gasps of horror and shock were to be heard from every corner of the room.

In front of me Booth started to sway. I wave of nausea washed over me as he fell backwards onto the stages stairs, and I realised he had jumped in front of the bullets path to save me.

Time still seemed to be passing in a ridiculously slow pace.

I stumbled down the stairs towards him, trying to stop his fall, but he seemed to fall right through my arms. A pool of blood blossomed through his t-shirt. I saw him drop his gun.

I looked back up at Pam. She was looking at Booth in horror and disbelief, and looked up and met my stare. Angry filled her expression once more as she raised her gun and pointed it towards my head, but I was quicker. I leaned forward and grabbed Booths gun, aiming quickly and pulling the trigger. It pierced her neck and a river of blood cascaded down. As she fell down, time seemed to speed up again.

I looked back down at Booth. He was gasping for air and his mouth was opening and shutting, reminding me of a fish out of water, at any other time I would have found it to be comical. He was mouthing the word 'Bones' over and over again.

My hands flew over his chest wildly, locating the wound and applying pressure.

I heard Hodgens telling Zack to call 911, but I was only concentrating on Booth. The bullet hole seemed to have punctured a major artery, as my feeble attempt to staunch the flow seemed to be failing, as the blood escaped from between my fingers. I could feel hot tears making their way down my cheeks, and my heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I looked back down at Booth, Deep into his eyes that were filled with fear.

"Booth you're going to be fine" I said, in an attempt to calm him.

"I'm right here" His breaths were becoming shallower with each one he took.

"Come on," he can't leave me, he can't. I pressed harder onto the wound, trying to slow the flow of blood.

"You're going to do this, you're going to be fine," I said, looking back down at his chest. My arms and hands were covered with his blood. There was so much blood. I closed my eyes in an attempt to stay rational and calm, but looking back into his eyes, filled with so much fear and confusion and pain, I became more panicked.

"You're going to make this," I said, trying to disguise the sobs that were shaking my frame

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Hodgens check Pam for a pulse and kick away her gun. Booth's eyes started to close, each time he blinked, his eyes stayed closed for a bit longer.

"Come on! Come on, Booth" My brain slowly processed that I couldn't hear a siren. I looked back down at the amount of blood Booth was losing, knowing that he needed help now.

"You're going to make this come on..." I pulled him in for an awkward embrace, noting that his heart beat was extremely faint.

"COME ON! COME ON BOOTH! COME ON! Come on, come on, come on. Booth you are going to make this, come on!" His breaths were slow and shallow now, and his eyes seemed more distant and almost seemed to be looking right through me.

"You're going to do this come on, come on Booth, it's going to be fine, come on Booth!" I used one of my hands to feel for a pulse, locating a faint, slow beat. His eyes shut, and it took him a few seconds to open them, only to shut them again.

"Come on booth... noo... No come on..." I vaguely heard a siren in the distance, and people rushing around the room, but I didn't really notice. I looked down into his eyes, and I saw the exact second the life left them. I saw the exact second Booth left me, like everyone else in my life that I love has.

"COME ON BOOTH!" I shouted in panic, shaking his shoulders slightly, sobs causing my frame to shake, the rapid flow of tears blurring my vision. I felt someone trying to pull me out of the way, telling me to let the professionals through, but I couldn't move. Sweets finally roughly pulled me out of the way, his face pale, full of fear.

I saw them place Booth on a stretcher and rush him into the ambulance; I followed, the whole time holding Booth's cold limp hand.

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