Before I became utterly obsessed with Dean Winchester, there was Angel.

When Angel was lost to TV history, Agent Booth rose from his ashes like a shimmering Phoenix and I just couldn't help myself.

Angel had been so easy to smack around, but Booth is not so easy. I haven't really got my head around him yet and although I'm not enjoying season 2 of Bones as much as the first, I thought I'd post the start of a little fic that I began a while ago.

Hope you like it. Drop me a line and let me know, it might encourage me to finish the next chapter.

(I'm a complete feedback trollop)

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Two Shots

By Supernoodle

Brennan stood at the window of Booth's hospital room. It was ICU, she wasn't allowed in. Not that she should be in there with him. She wasn't a family member, merely a work colleague - not really a partner even. She could barely define their relationship other than he was Booth and she was his... Bones.

His ex was on her way to the hospital, bringing their son, Parker, with her. The FBI had called her as soon as Booth had come out of surgery. Brennan knew that if he woke up, he would want to see his son. He idolised his little boy and Parker felt the same about his dad. It was really a sweet thing to see them together and it always brought a sort of longing feeling out of her. Something she couldn't really define.

A nurse came up behind her a put an arm on her shoulder. "You should be in bed, Dr Brennan. You have a head injury. You shouldn't be walking around."

"I'm ok." Brennan replied.

The nurse took Brennan's arm. "I'm sorry, but its doctor's orders. You need to go back to your room. We will let you know when he wakes up. I promise. Plus your friend is waiting for you."

Brennan sighed and nodded and sat down into the wheelchair the nurse had brought to take her back to her room. When they got there, Angela was sitting waiting for her. She looked like she might have been crying.

Brennan climbed back onto her bed and Angela sat next to her. "Are you ok, honey?"

Brennan smiled, taking her friend's outstretched hand and then immediately burst into tears. "I was so scared." She sobbed.

Angela, always sympathetic, always knowing what to say put her arms around Brennan and hugged her gently. "It's going to be ok, you know. Its going to be ok."

Bones looked at her and shook her head. "Its my fault!"

It was her fault, of course. Booth had told her not to go after the guy but as usual she hadn't listened. All she could think of was catching him, bringing the perp to justice. He had killed a senator and six year old boy and Brennan knew who he was and where he lived. An ex-army sniper, just like Booth, hired by the mob. She knew better than to go after the mob, she was quite willing to let the FBI sort all that out, but the actual killer? Oh, he was going to be caught tonight.

Booth had been determined that it was too dangerous for Bones to go out with them after the guy, but she had nagged and whined until he had given in. If only she had listened to him for once in her life, if only she had stopped to think. The guy was a sniper, for God's sake, a trained killer and she had just slowed Booth down, distracted him, and now he was in ICU, fighting for his life.

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They had pulled up at the house a little after 8pm. Booth turned to her and told her to stay in the car. The SWAT team were on their way and they seemed to have caught the guy unawares. His car was outside and the lights on in the house.

"Are you going in?" Brennan asked him.

Booth shook his head. "I'm going to wait for back-up, Bones. This guy is too dangerous."

"But what if he sees us?" Brennan carried on, not really listening. She had tunnel vision when it came to catching the bad guy. The actual catching of the criminal was the climax of all their hard work in the lab, and sometimes because their work was in the lab and not in the field, they sort of forgot that crime fighting was dangerous work.

"Bones, be quiet. I mean it!" Booth hissed at her, pulling his sidearm from its holster.

"Can I have your spare gun?" She asked, ignoring him and peering out the window.

Booth stared at her, shaking his head in exasperation. She could drive him from mildly irritated to outright furious in 3 seconds flat and what wound him up the most was the fact that she was nearly always oblivious to it.

"Bones, listen to me! That man is a trained sniper. He could shoot you between the eyes the second you step out of this car." He tapped the space between her eyebrows to reiterate his point. "NOW STAY IN HERE!"

Brennan pouted. Booth always treated her like she needed to be protected and it bugged her. "Ok, I'll stay in the car. But it's just as dangerous for you too, or for anyone else..."

"Yes, but I'm trained to apprehend criminals, and you're not. I'm a trained to use a firearm, you're not. I'm not going to discuss this anymore, Bones. You are to stay in the car or I swear I'll have you removed from this case." Booth snapped at her. This had taken Brennan back slightly. She was used to Booth's bickering, but he had never flat out shouted at her before. Well not much anyway.

"You're just tetchy because this man is your rival." she had told him.

"My what?" Booth replied, incredulous.

"Your rival." Brennan carried on. "You are both same age, same build, same skills with a firearm… You're both alpha male material and he is on your territory, so to speak."

Booth stared at her. "You are comparing me to this… This child killer?" He had heard some crazy things come out of her mouth before, but this just about took the biscuit.

Brennan shook her head. "No, I'm not saying you are like him per say, but from a purely anthropological sense you two are cut from the same cloth, as it were…"

Booth opened his mouth to reply, not really knowing what he could say to that, when suddenly the front door of the house opened and the perp ran out and into his van. The tyres screeched as he pulled away from the kerb and raced off down the road. Booth grabbed the radio and barked orders to the team who were still on their way, then slammed his car into first gear and screeched off down the road after the van.

"Put your seat belt on, Bones!" Booth yelled and passed her his gun. "Hold onto that. Do NOT shoot anyone with it!"

"Ok." Brennan replied. "Drive faster though. He's getting away."

"Shut up Bones, I mean it!" Booth replied, leaning over to flick on the blue lights and siren. The guy knew they were after him, he might as well let other drivers know to get out of the way. Suddenly there was a flash of yellow light from the drivers seat of the perp's car and the windscreen of Booth's car dissolved into a web of cracks.

Brennan let out a yelp of surprise and covered her face, dropping the gun on the seat and then looked over to Booth. "Are you ok?" She asked him. The car was slowing down slightly. "Booth?"

Booth struggled to peer through the damaged glass, "Goddamit. I can't see a damn thing now. He's gonna get away."

Brennen stared at the FBI agent in horror. "Stop the car." She cried.

"Stop the car?" Booth replied, confused. "One minute you want to go off all gung-ho, the next minute you want me to stop. Bad guys shoot at good guys, Bones. That's what happens!"

"But, you're bleeding. I think you've been shot."

Booth frowned and looked down his body where Brennan was staring. Blood was seeping through his white shirt just above his right hip and beginning to pool in his lap "Oh!" He muttered.

Suddenly another flash of yellow fire lit up the cab of the van. This time however, it was not the passengers that the sniper was aiming for, it was the tyres of Booth's car, and of course, his aim was true. A moment after Booth had time to register that yes, he was bleeding and had indeed been shot, the car veered out of control towards the oncoming traffic, the wheel ripped out of his hands as the tyre exploded, and they clipped another car, sending their own vehicle rolling over before it came to a halt in the middle of the road on it's roof.