Summary: A rewrite and missing scene of certain parts of Two Bodies in the Lab, episode 15 of the 1st season. BB pairing. Slightly different ending than the original, just to warn.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. Isn't that obvious? If I did, the episode would have been written like this in the first place, and there would be no need for a rewrite.

A/N: So, this is my first Bones fic - or at least, the first one to make it online. I've actually got the beginnings of several Bones fics on my computer, but am trying to resist the urge to post before I finish them, as I have a habit of leaving you, the readers, hanging when I lose inspiration. Take Public Enemy Number 1, my Doctor Who fic, for example. I'll warn you, I haven't so much as looked at that fic in months. I just don't seem to have the inspiration to write for Doctor Who right now. Sorry folks. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to continue it when we get another episode.

If anyone has any ideas for a better title for this fic, please feel free to let me know. I appreciate any and all ideas.

Anyways... enjoy the fic. Please R&R! It helps with the whole losing inspiration thing... so, review, and you just might get a quicker update! It's a win-win.

And so, without further ado...

Special Agent Seeley Booth sat at his desk, waiting for the results from the Cugini case. His feet up on the desk, he was relaxing with a cup of coffee. However, he couldn't help but wonder about Bones and her date; he'd always done his best to think of her as just his partner and friend, yet he couldn't completely suppress the romantic feelings he had towards her. He'd accused her recently of missing him; he'd never admit it, but he'd missed her - a lot. He'd been thrilled to take on a case with her. The thought of her with someone else elicited dark feelings of anger, agitation, and - ultimately - jealousy. Also, though, he couldn't help but wonder if it was truly safe for her to be meeting this guy. What if he was some serial killer or something? What if he was some old enemy trying to get revenge on her for putting him in jail?

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to his office was burst open, revealing a young agent standing behind it. The newbie - Mark Hammonds - looked a little rushed, but he seemed like he was waiting for Booth to say something first.

"Can I help you, newbie?"

"Ah, um- This just came in… there's been a shooting on K Street, targeting-" he paused, checking a piece of paper in his hand. "Ah- Dr. Temperance Brennan."

Booth's mouth fell open in shock and horror. His Bones - in a shooting? How could this be happening? Who would want to hurt Bones? His eyes widened even further as he realized what the newbie had forgotten to mention.

"Is Bo- is she alright? Was she hurt? How badly? She- she's alive, right?" His voice threatened to crack, worry pulsing through him like a drug. He tried to block out the images his mind was creating; her body, riddled with bullets, lying on the ground lifeless. Her blood spread on the ground, soaking her clothes and staining her beautiful, oh so pure skin. The thought alone sent pulsing pains through his heart.

"Oh, no, the shooters, they- they missed her. She's fine."

The words brought a flood of relief, soothing his hyper-active heart with the knowledge that Brennan was safe. But then, she wasn't - someone was out for her life, and whoever that person was, they weren't likely to give up after just one try. The realization spurred him into action, leaving the newbie agent standing in his office with a slightly confused look displayed on his face.

The entire street was lit by flashing lights, crowded by uniformed officers and emergency workers. His eyes frantically skimmed over the crowd, searching for her auburn hair, or her blue eyes, but there were too many people. After a few moments of fruitless searching, he stopped a random officer.

"Agent Seeley Booth, FBI," he introduced himself, flashing his badge. "I'm looking for Dr. Temperance Brennan. Do you know where I can find her?"

"Over by the ambulance. Stubborn thing; first she wants to help with the investigation, then when we tell her she's not needed, she wants to go back to her lab and work! It's like she doesn't realize she came within an inch of death less than an hour ago."

Within seconds he was off again, this time with a definite direction.

"Bones!" He ran up to the ambulance his partner was sitting in the back of, his heart rate increasing all over again. The newbie had said she was fine; why was she in an ambulance if she was fine?

"Booth? What are you doing here?" Brennan had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and Booth was shocked to see how calm she seemed.

"Someone just tried to kill you, and you want to know why I'm here?" He asked as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. He told himself he was comforting her, but in actuality it was just as much for him as it was for her.

They pulled apart, and she avoided his gaze. "I don't see why it's a big deal," She replied. "I'm perfectly fine. No bullet holes, see? There's no need to fuss over something that didn't happen."

He couldn't believe she was writing this off as no big deal so easily. "Bones, whoever did this, they still want you dead! They could come after you any time, any place. Did you think about that, huh?"

Someone looking on from a distance would have thought she didn't react to this at all, but Booth saw a tiny flicker of emotion pass through her eyes before she pushed it back, hiding it. "Well then I should probably be working on catching the guy. Listen, I'm gonna go back to the Jeffersonian, see if I can't get something from the corpses there. This has got to be about one of those cases."

"I'll go with you," he replied hastily.

"No, you should probably stay here, help."

"I'm not letting you out of my site, Bones!"

"Booth, there's security at the Jeffersonian. I'll be fine."

He wanted to argue, but he had to admit she was right. He needed to check out the scene, get the details.

"OK, fine, but no where else, Bones! And be careful."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course. See you later, ok?"

After watching her walk to her car and leave, he reluctantly turned around and set off to find the bastard who wanted to hurt his Bones. He would protect her, whatever it took.

A/N: Must I say it again? Please, review. It does us all some good.