So basically, I was kind of hoping for a more…Personal look into this episode, and it didn't come the way I wanted it to. Granted, it had some moments. Actually, a lot of moments. I was just looking for more then a one hour episode could provide, basically. So heres my shot at it. I may put in some scenes from the episode or may skip over. I don't own Bones!

"Please," I whispered through gritted teeth. "Don't let her die…God, Jesus…If you're listening please…Don't let her die,"

This request in and of itself seemed reasonably selfish, and the own small amount of doubt filled my brain.

'It's Ash Wednesday soon, isn't it? Start of Lent? Self denial and prayer for repentance, for the God that died for your sins, correct? And yet here you are, a faithful Catholic, and God isn't helping you. You did everything you could! You were willing to die for your country, you go to mass every weekend…You love your country and God. And yet he's abandon you,'

I must push this thought back. It's ebbing on my mind, but I can't keep thinking it. Instead I mutter prayer after prayer, hoping it will work. The prayer I said for that boy those weeks, maybe months ago, pops into my mind.

That's a battlefield prayer, but I'm mostly a soldier so it seems to fit.

And yet that mixes with more words, more angry gestures.

Oh, so I'm a bad mother?

"No…" I whisper, tears falling down my face. "That's not what I meant…"

What did I mean? It'd just been a stupid argument, nothing more. I hadn't expected it to go that far. I was just….Fed up. You get fed up with things like that. But I'd take it all back now. We could do whatever she wanted for the rest of our lives…Dear Jesus, I'd do anything for her. She's all I have, her and Christine…

There's more than one kind of family, Bones.

When that thought pops into my head, I jerk up. It's been one and a half hours since we came here, and every minute feels piercingly slow. And one small thing after another pops into my head.

Nobody else knows. Nobody but Cam.

I don't want to leave…I feel as though I'm glued to my seat, unmovable. Something digs into my mind, however, and I know I have to call them.

First on the list was obvious enough. I tried Russ first, hoping that maybe if I told him he could pass it along to Max. However, this came up as a fluke. Voicemail. Losing patience quickly, I snarled.

"Your sister is in the hospital, Russ. Get a hold of me right away. I fucking mean it," I stated before slamming my phone shut. I fingered the other phone in my pocket, Bones', and sighed as I checked through her contacts. Hesitating on Max's number, I pressed it quickly and held it to my ear.

It was three in the morning. I wasn't expecting an answer. However, Max picked up within a few rings. The man barely sounded tired.

"Tempe. What are you doing up so early?"

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a slight shutter. It hardly seemed fair. He sounded so…Hopeful. The man who had any time of day for his kids. Would I do the same thing? Of course. Maybe that's partially why I felt so much for this man. Or perhaps it was my own inner grieving coming to surface.

"Max. It's Booth. Bones…She's in the hospi…Hospital," I said, trying to sound concise and direct, like she was. However, it cracked and I bowed my head for a moment.

"Booth? What!? What the hell happened?" I could hear the panic and anger in his voice, ready to be displayed full out and could almost feel the tremors through the phone.

"There was…What happened is…Bones…Bones got shot, Max. She needs her family. Please," I begged, though I know that he's likely already going to his car, getting in, and starting the ignition.

"Where the hell were you? You're supposed to protect her!" he growled.

"We had a…" I heard the click of his phone shutting off, and the last word died off. "Fight," before I slouched against the wall.

I pride myself on being a strong man. The army makes strong men, and the Rangers do lead the way. Leaders need to be strong, not show emotion. However, right at that moment, I felt tears run down my face, plastering to my coat along with her blood. Her blood was on my hands, I thought. Literally. Figuratively.

Fumbling with the phone, I decided I needed to call one more person. Or couple, perhaps.

The phone itself seemed to hesitate as I pressed the call button and held it against my ear.

"Angela…I need you to get here as soon as possible…Please."

Angela POV

We have no more money…Though, I started as an artist. I've only had money with Jack, and even then it wasn't important. My father had money, but after I left I had none. I aspired to be great, but money was never the issue. Sure, I needed my bills to be paid, but I lived in a modest apartment. And while I struggled, it was never the first thing on my mind. Struggle makes for grand art.

So I wasn't overly worried when Jack told me we drained our accounts. I would have been more worried if he'd chosen the money over the lives of those children.

Why was I thinking of all of that? Because in the end, I want to prove a point. Money doesn't mean anything in the long run. Human dignity is more important. Life is more important.

I was having a very nice dream when my cell phone went off. Jack and I were back in Paris, having the time of our lives if you know what I mean. Michael-Vincent was sleeping soundly, though I still had an ear out for his cry.

I awoke to the sound of my phone, and reached over to check who was calling. Brennan. I blinked for a moment and then answered.

"Sweetie, it's three thirty in the morning. What's wrong?"

It takes a moment for the voice on the other end to respond, and when it does, I can hear the obvious hesitation.

"Angela, it's Booth…I need you to get her as soon as possible,"

The plea in his voice wasn't like I had heard before, and for a moment I tried to keep my head straight.

"Studly, where are you? Why do you have Brennan's phone?"

"I'm at the hospital…Bones….Shot,"

The word rolled over me and I had to cover my mouth to keep a loud gasp from coming through. However, the tears did start to fall and I had to shake Jack and hand the phone to him.

He looked dizzy with sleep before he looked at the phone and then to me, before taking it.

"Ello?"

I didn't watch Jack. I couldn't. It was too hard to breath right now. I closed my eyes and started to get dressed, oblivious to my husbands voice on the other side of the room and the loud sobs that emitted from my mouth.

Reviews are great but mainly I'm writing this for myself and anyone else who wants to read it! I just felt like the episode was lacking a little bit of something, though I still enjoyed it thoroughly, and it did very well for such a short time span. I'll probably write more soon!