"I didn't kill her! I didn't kill my Lisa!" The man was nearly angry enough to foam at the mouth. "I loved Lisa!" Of course, he was just one of those typical murderers who will go as far as murder to prove they couldn't kill someone. Normal psychos.
"Put the gun down!" Booth yelled to the man. "Or I'll shoot!" The man proceeded to aim at Booth's head. "Five seconds. Or I will shoot."
The man, James Winters, turned to Bones. "Shoot me? Why would you do that?" Winters smiled devilishly and looked down the barrel.
"Man, don't. If you want to die, let me do it." Booth said, watching him get closer to Bones.
"Now why would I want to kill myself, when I have a helpless woman tied up here?" Winters, looking even more like the devil every second, turned the gun towards Bones. And cocked it.
"Okay, man. Just- just put the gun down. Everyone will get out of here alive." Booth said. His voice was rattled with fear and anxiety, watching the man point the gun into her back.
"Somebody's going to die here, Booth." Bones said, and to make matters worse, "Just shoot the guy!"
"It's gonna be painful." Winters said, laughing. "The gun's gonna go into her back. Her spinal cord, nick her lungs, that sorta thing. She'll have a painful death."
"She won't." Booth said confidently, "You, however..." A bang erupted, followed by another, and Booth closed his eyes.
"Bones...Bones?" Her cheeks were red with pain, her eyes squeezed closed, failing to keep the tears behind her lids. "Come on, stay with me." Booth pressed the wound on her abdomen with his right palm, while his left stroked her cheek.
"Booth," she gulped, "The wound is extensive, I'm not going to make it."
"Yes you will." He said, ripping the jacket Winters had discarded when he fled. "If it's the last thing I do."
"But it won't be-" Her breathing was labored; her voice deep and raspy.
"Shhh. Save your oxygen." He said calmly.
"Simone Rene Carter. 849 Direct River Drive," Bones gasped, "Grand Blanc, Michigan."
"Simone Rene Carter?" Booth thought Bones was delusional from the blood loss.
"Tell her I love her." She stopped talking, removing the cloth from her wound with her bloodied hand. Booth quickly replaced the cloth, only to have it removed again. "No. I'm going to die anyway, just let me."
"EMTs are on their way, Bones. You'll be fine."
She smiled, wiping the blood off Booth's face, the blood on her fingers warm to the touch. She looked down, Booth's hand entangled in hers, helping relieve the pain. She closed her eyes.
And, nothing. Nothing was there. Not anymore. Her lifeless eyes rolled back in her head, no storybook closing of the eyes, and her jaw dropped. The grip on his hand loosened, and the warm blood on her hand seemed to suddenly get cool. Her cheeks seemed to drain of color, and her tears stopped running.
Slowly he closed her eye lids, and placed a kiss on her forehead. He was frozen, watching the lifeless body of the famous anthropologist as if she might come back.
He sat like that until the medics came, and then some. He sat until they pried him from her grasp, until they forced him to get up to retrieve her body. He sat in the same position until they gave him a towel to rid himself of the blood and tears stained on his skin.
But no towel would ever get rid of her. The memories, the hope, the love. He threw the towel on the ground, letting the blood seep into the pores on his skin. No towel would ever get rid of her, so why try?
-Fin
A/N: So, I'm thinking of making this just a beginning to a longer piece, but I don't know...Maybe your input would be of help.
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