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A/N: Alright, so I wanted to make sure I got this posted before tomorrow night's episode. This will be a continuing story, but I'm not sure when Chapter 2 will be posted.

Chapter 1

There was a quiet chatter in the club as she walked in

There was a quiet chatter in the club as she walked in. The call from Booth had been strangely cryptic, and she could think of no reason why he would call her back to a place where their latest victim had frequented.

The instant Booth noticed his partner walk in, he set his drink on the table and rose to greet her.

"What's going on? Why did… you call me here, Booth?"

He grinned. "Your need to sing in front of a live audience," he said, spreading out his arms to gesture at all the people around him. "It's finite, Bones."

She took a step forward. "No way." She drew them out, trying to tell herself they weren't going to make her do this.

"Hey, I got the music, the frivolity… What else do you need?" His voice grew louder, and she finally realized that all her co-workers from the Jeffersonian, as well as Dr. Sweets, were present.

"Come on, Dr. Brennan, you can do it," Hodgins called, clapping loudly. The others joined in the cheering. "We're here for you. We're here for you."

She returned her gaze to Booth, who had his arms crossed across his chest and was staring at her with a smirk. Dr. Sweets stood up and came up beside her.

He clapped a hand on her shoulder as the pianist started playing the beginning of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'. "You're very controlled, Dr. Brennan. I think it would be a good idea to let yourself go."

He pushed her forward slightly. She stopped when she came next to Booth and turned back around to look at Sweets.

"Really?" she asked him skeptically.

"Yeah," he nodded enthusiastically.

"What about you?"

"Hey, I will be singing Lime In The Coconut afterwards, and you will be extremely impressed, as was my abnormal psychology class in college. This opportunity is a gift from Agent Booth." As he spoke her partner's name, he clapped his hand onto his shoulder. Booth gave an incredulous glance down at the man's hand, and he promptly removed it.

"Trust yourself, trust your friends. Let it rip." He pointed to the stage. "Let's hear it."

The cheering began again as Booth took her arm and spun her towards the stage. He set his hands intimately on her shoulders and guided her forward. Angela was giving ridiculous catcalls as she stepped onto the platform.

She was still feeling hesitant and turned to look at Booth. The moment they met eyes, he broke out into a grin and started swaying his shoulders slightly. He looked like a child with all that happiness emoting off of him, and she couldn't disappoint him.

She feels a brief amazement at how this man in front of her can get her to open up to him; to do things she'd never in a million years do otherwise. Feeling like a fool, but smiling all the while anyway, she pulled her arms out of her jacket and threw it down to the floor. She grabbed the microphone just in time and the lyrics came out of her memory as though she listened to the song everyday.

"Come home in the morning light. My mother says when you gonna live your life right?" She exchanged glances with Booth once more, and he was still grinning at her like an idiot. His cheerfulness was contagious. Unbeknownst to any of them, Pam walked into the club.

She's singing to him, Pam thought. Seeley told me there was nothing going on, but look at them. She's singing straight to him. She's the one standing in my way. She's the reason he won't admit his love for me.

"Oh mama dear we're not the fortunate ones, and girls, they want to have fun." She held back her laughter as Booth lit his Zippo lighter and started to sway it above his head. "Oh girls just wanna have fun."

She couldn't contain herself from the giddiness and when the short break appeared, she started dancing, more like jumping, around the stage. Booth stared at her with something akin to amazement. He'd never seen her like this. In his three years of working with Dr. Temperance Brennan, after becoming so insanely close to the woman, he'd never seen her look so happy… so free.

She jumped back in when the time came. "The phone rings in the middle of the night. My father yells what you gonna do with your life?" Her eyes haven't left Booth, both of them enjoying this immensely. To stress the words of the song, she wags her finger in his direction, leaning slightly towards him. He mirrors her, shaking his head and shoulders side to side and leaning forward towards her.

Angela and Hodgins, both with a glass of wine in front of them, are laughing and grinning. Angela has both her hands up in the air, dancing in her seat. Cam isn't even attempting to hold back her laughter as she claps her hands along to the beat.

"Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one, but girls, they want to have fun."

Booth is grinning hugely now, his entire body moving back and forth as he claps to the rhythm.

"Oh girls, just wanna have… That's all they really want…" Her voice carries out the notes perfectly, flawlessly. Booth comes to the conclusion that she really does sound better than the original, but then realizes that perhaps he may be a bit biased.

"Look at me, not her," Pam says quietly, to quietly for anyone to hear her.

Brennan continues singing the bridge, unaware of the psycho stalker woman in the back of the club who's going for the handgun that she had previously set down on the table.

"Seeley," she says, holding the gun in her hands. He doesn't hear her. "Seeley," she yells, much louder than before, and he hears her this time. He turns in his seat, wondering who is saying his name. No one actually calls him by his first name, except on occasion Cam. But Cam was with the group, and therefore wouldn't be calling his name from the behind him.

He sees Pam standing there, and his confusion increases. What does she want?

"I'm doing this for us," she says. Doing what?

His confusion disappears as he sees her aim the gun towards his partner. As with every time his partner's life is threatened, his body goes into overdrive before his mind fully processes what's going on. He stands up in the process of his right hand speeding across his body to draw his weapon from the holster on his left side.

Part of him, the part remembering all his training from the FBI and Army, screams at him that you never stand in the line of fire before you draw your weapon. The part of him loyal to Bones, that loves Bones, ignores it.

The shot rings out, and the right side of his body jerks back as the bullet lodges itself into his shoulder. The happiness is gone from the air, and everyone not used to working with the FBI on a daily basis starts screaming. The music is cut and Brennan drops the microphone, staring at her partner.

He stumbles backwards, blinking in shock. Pam lowers her weapon, staring at her obsession with horror. She hadn't meant to shoot him. He just got in her way. Angela covered her hands over her mouth, watching the scene in terror and Hodgins pulled her slightly behind him, his mind screaming to protect her above all else.

Brennan was down of the stage and behind Booth as he fell to the ground. She looked up at the shooter and Pam narrowed her eyes at the anthropologist. She pulled her weapon back up and took aim.

But after working for so long with the FBI, after doing such dangerous work in the third world countries, Brennan's reflexes were much faster. With a fury she didn't even recognize, she picked up the gun that had dropped to the floor with Booth and shot at Pam, not even pausing to aim.

The bullet sailed smoothly through her neck and Brennan barely acknowledged the blood rushing out and her collapsing to the ground before turning back to her partner.

"Zack," Hodgins said, becoming the current voice of reason. "You call 911."

As he walked over to the fallen shooter, he reached down and made sure the gun was out of her hands.

"Booth, you're gonna be fine." Her breathing was labored, the panic setting in. "I'm right here. Come on. You're gonna do this. You're gonna be fine." Her hands were pressing down on his chest, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

"You can make this. Come on. Come on, Booth!" His hand came up to clutch one of hers, holding it against his chest while blood started oozing between her fingers on her other hand which was covering the wound.

"Come on! Come on, Booth! Come on!" She leaned down and pulled him into her, effectively spilling his blood all over her.

"Come on. Come on. Come on." She repeated it like a mantra, trying to get him to stay with her. "Come on, you're gonna make this." She felt like she was hyperventilating.

Cam watched in awe and despair; Dr. Brennan was so unhinged right now. She'd never seen her like this. Angela had her hands near her face, frozen in terror as she watched the scene unravel. Brennan couldn't lose Booth. She couldn't; it would break her.

Booth's eyes stared into Brennan's, void, empty. He knew she was speaking to him, and he was desperately trying to comprehend it, but it was all lost on him. His vision was rapidly failing him, and he heard Bones call his name one last time before everything was black.

Brennan clutched his hand tighter as his eyes closed. Her head jerked away from him, looking to her friends. "Where the hell is the ambulance?" Her voice was frantic, raw panic.

"It's on the way, Dr. Brennan," Zack said hastily.

She snapped her face back to Booth. His eyes were closed now, and he looked anything but peaceful.

"Come on, Booth," she whispered. "Come on, you can't do this to me. You can't leave me. Damn it, Seeley, open your eyes!"

She vaguely registered the fact that she could hear sirens in the background. She could feel someone pulling on her shoulders.

"Brennan, sweetie, the paramedics are here," Angela said quietly. "You need to let them work."

She scooted back on the floor, unable to force her legs to work. Angela crouched down next to her. It only took a moment for her to snap back – the moment they started to wheel the gurney out of the club.

"Wait," she called, jumping to her feet. "I'm riding with him!"

"Miss, are you family?" the paramedic asked cautiously.

"No, no, but…" she searched her mind for an excuse. This was usually where Booth would flash his badge and get his way. She reached past the paramedic and into the coat Booth was still wearing. She withdrew his badge. "FBI… we're partners."

"Alright, Agent…"

"Brennan," she filled in. She hadn't technically lied to them. She just said that she was an FBI agent's partner; they just assumed that she too was FBI.

"Alright Agent Brennan, you'll ride with us," the paramedic conceded. "Hop in the back."

She didn't hesitate as she jumped in the back first. They pushed the gurney up after her, and she clutched Booth's hand in hers as they shut the doors and took off.

Hope you liked it. Finals are next week though, so I'm not positive when I'll update. Stick around though.

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