A/N: This is my submission for the Bonesology microfiction hiatus challenge. I've never done fan fiction before so here's my first stab...here goes nothing!
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The sound of rustling leaves and ragged breathing cuts through the darkness. Booth and Brennan frantically race through the brush; getting as far away as possible from the shots echoing in the distance.
"I should have never let you stay with me Bones. It's too risky. We should have split up so I could draw the attention away from you."
"No Booth, no way. You know we are always better together. I will not leave you"
They stop sprinting for a minute as Booth quickly assesses the situation. The shots seem to be moving closer to them and Booth begins to realize there is no way they can out run this the area he finds an overturned tree to take cover. Booth grabs Brennan's arm and drags her with him. They hunker down below the tree and wait.
"Booth…."
"Bones shhh, they are going to hear us."
"After assessing the situation and calculating the probabilities of attack I strongly believe I will need a gun."
"I'm your…"
"Yes, I know you're my gun but this is ridiculous you are holding two guns just give me one."
Booth hears footsteps coming closer to them and knowing it's the quickest way to keep her quiet he hands over a gun.
They sit in silence and wait but it seems no one is coming. After scanning the area and finding no potential threats Booth motions for them to quietly stand and run.
Immediately rapid shots ring out through the forest. They fall to their knees looking at each other with horror as sharp pain and warm, red wetness radiates down their backs.
"Well so much for those sniper senses Dad. How could you not see us? I think it might be time for glasses old man."
Christine and Michael Vincent come bounding out from behind the trees tumbling over each other as they fall down laughing at the sight of the great crime fighting duo, Booth and Brennan covered in paintball splatter, flabbergasted looks on their faces.