WARNING: Brennan might seem a little OOC at times. This is due to the fact that I can't talk/write exactly like she does. I tried, but I can only do so much. Also, this is supposed to be Brennan's inner thoughts on certain situations, so it will not be her normal, indifferent attitude. She has complicated, emotional thoughts like a normal human being, but because she isn't normal she doesn't show them. So apologies in advance for any OOCness.
"Booth is a big, strong, hot guy who wants to save your life. I mean, you actually have a knight in shining, FBI standard-issue body armor."
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A shot was fired.
Kenton fell to the ground.
The dogs started barking more rapidly, but she couldn't hear them.
Brennan whipped around to see who had shot the rogue FBI agent, though she already knew who it was.
Booth.
With a gun in his hand in all his wonderful, knight-like glory.
Even with his injures, he ran over to her and lifted her off the hook and they sank to their knees.
She felt safe here in his arms. They enveloped and protected her. They had saved her and would probably save her again.
She could feel his sling digging into her collarbone and his heart beating rapidly as he whispered comforting things into her ear.
"How did you get out of the hospital?" Brennan pulled back for a moment, just to get a look at his face. She saw so much worry and pain and relief and other emotions it made her want to cry.
"Hodgins gave me a ride. Maybe….maybe you could give me a ride back though, huh?" As she looked into his eyes, she had a strange desire to kiss him, which was completely irrational for so many reasons.
So she didn't.
Instead she smiled and hugged him again, silently thanking him for everything.