How she had ended up with her partner's gun she couldn't remember. She didn't remember the suspect getting the jump on Booth and her nor did she remember why they were there in the first place. Right now the only thing that was running through her mind was what was happening at that moment. The suspect was standing behind Booth with a gun pressed to the back of his skull and a knife at his throat. She held Booth's gun at the suspect her arms not trembling although she felt as if they were. The suspect was telling her to put the gun down and step away. She was too focused on what Booth's eyes were telling her. She never could read people, but Booth's eyes were an open book. Right now they were trying to appeal to her cocky side "Show me that Great Shot I know you have Bones". When she didn't pull the trigger they taunted her. "What Bones I thought you were a good shot. Why can't you pull this off. Any FBI agent could have taken the shot by now. Never send a squint to do a man's job." Her finger twitched on the trigger as that last thought registered in her brain. She took a calming breath, the suspect shifted, she muttered "Stupid Alpha Male" and took the shot.