A/N: So, this is really random and I wrote it because I was bored. And then GryffindorPrincess23 likes it and told me to post it. Warning: it's extremely sad. Just so you know. So, if you don't like it, blame her. There will be five short drabble-y chapters. That said, enjoy.
Lily was dancing along to the music, head bobbing, lip-syncing the familiar words, a grin plastered across her face.
"Woo! Go Brenn!"
All of a sudden, something interrupted. Something was out of place. Someonewas out of place.
"Seeley! Seeley!"
It connected that Seeley was Booth's name, but no one ever called him that. She turned around, confused, and just glanced at the woman. She was familiar, something about her menacing, causing Lily's stomach to flip. She reached for Booth, tugging on his jacket, but he waved her away, his focus on Brennan.
"Booth..." she whispered, but he held up a finger.
Hold on. When Brennan's done.
Then, the woman in the back shouted again. "Seeley!"
He turned, also surprised by the call of his first name.
Lily turned too. The woman was holding a gun. Her eyes widened as she realized it was pointed in their direction- more specifically, at Brennan.
In a split second, Booth pushed Lily's back, forcing her to the floor, and then he was standing in front of Brennan, gun drawn.
One shot echoed across the room, and Lily, focus on Booth, first thought that it had come from his gun, because he was the best. But then, she saw his eyes widen and his hand fly to his chest as he began to stagger. She was up off the floor in seconds, trying to run.
"No!"
Hodgins grabbed her, pulling her to his chest so she couldn't see. She screamed and fought, but he held her tightly, in shock yet still trying to console.
As Brennan picked up Booth's gun and shot, Angela covered Lily's ears so she couldn't hear.
And then she didn't have to hear Brennan crying and screaming.
She was muffled by her own cries of anguish, clinging to Hodgins.
Hodgins shouted at Zack to call 911, and then announced that he had to get Lily out of there. He picked up the hysterical girl, her chest heaving with sobs and her throat aching with screams, and carried her outside. Angela followed and they sat on a bench, trying to stroke her, console her, somehow, and trying not to lose it themselves.