"Bones, stay in the car!" Booth yelled, parking the SUV in a hurry and kicking open his door. The car was left abandoned at the roadside with Brennan still trying to recover from the mad rally race that was her partner's driving.

Brennan watched the FBI agent pull out his gun and start to chase the suspect. She couldn't sit in the car and miss all the action. It was definitely not her style.

She opened her door hurriedly and slammed it shut before following her partner. Booth was in an abandoned warehouse and was silently pursuing his subject when someone laid a hand on his shoulder and slipped something from his back at the belt.

He spun round and pointed the gun at her head. Brennan's gun was also up, pointing at her partner between the eyes. It was a complete face-off. "What the heck was that?" Booth whispered, visibly gulping, knowing that the anthropologist was rather trigger-happy.

"Instinct. When someone points a gun at your head, you naturally raise yours to shoot back," she hissed back at him as she lowered his gun.

"Why are you out of the car? And why do you have my gun?" he growled, checking out the area for their suspect, keeping his gun raised high but away from his partner.

"I'm not going to sit in the car like some damsel in distress while you're out shooting criminals," Booth shot her an annoyed look before she continued. " And you're my partner. I'm here to cover your back."

Booth's gaze softened somewhat before something darting to his right caught his eye. A bullet was shot in their direction and missed Brennan by mere inches. She shook slightly as her and Booth chased after him. Another few shots were fired as they followed the perpetrator.

The pair hit the ground and Booth was back on his feet after moments. The guy had disappeared. There were many parked cars around, as houses and shops were across the road from the old storage house.

Brennan rose shakily to her feet with Booth's gun still in hand before walking towards him. Booth had moved out onto the road, looking for the guy. What he didn't spot was that the criminal had jumped into an open 4x4 and was now driving furiously towards Booth.

Brennan saw though. She was on the side of the road and saw the Jeep hurtling towards her partner. He would be killed if struck by such a force. Brennan didn't even think about it. She dropped the gun and flung herself forward.

The car was almost at Booth when he at last turned around and saw it. He saw the rage in the man's eyes and knew there was no time for him to escape. This was his end. But then something struck his ribcage and forced him out of the way.

Booth heard a sickening thud and the screech of a fast car pulling away. He fell into the side of a parked car and a sharp pain above his eyebrow made him reach up and touch it. It was painful and there was blood.

When he looked across the road, what he saw made his heart stop. There was Brennan, lying on her side. She was half curled into a ball on her side and looked exceptionally vulnerable.

He whipped out his mobile and dialled 911 as he ran to her. He explained the situation and quickly hung up after giving their location.

Booth was at her side and rolled her onto her back. Her hip looked like it was very out of place. The car's sheer force must have threw her out of the way, preventing her legs from being crushed. Booth pushed her legs out straight and ran a hand across her head.

"Booth," she whispered, reaching up and clutching his shirt.

"It's gonna be ok Bones," he said quietly, running his hand through her hair in a soothing manner. The panic and worry was practically bursting out of him, even though he was trying to keep a calm exterior for her sake.

A cold feeling gripped his heart when she murmured, "Booth, why can't I feel my legs?"

Booth paced nervously in the waiting room. Bones had been rushed into the theatre and been there for about an hour. The cuts and bruises he was sporting had been tended to. He was worried sick and this was all his fault. If only he hadn't been so damn stupid for standing out on the road.

If only he hadn't been so stupid as to bring her along. Squints are meant for labs, not fieldwork. But then, it wouldn't be the same if Brennan wasn't at his side, fighting crime together.

A pretty red-headed nurse told him that his partner was out of theatre and in a room, if he wanted to see her. He quickly expressed that he wanted to see her and followed the small woman to Brennan's room.

Angela would be here soon. Booth had called her from the waiting room while he paced nervously. Apparently there was a big hold-up in traffic right now.

Brennan looked deathly pale against her pillows. The nurse showed him in and with a sympathetic smile, closed the door behind him.

He went over to her side and pulled up a chair to sit close to her. He threw himself down in the seat and after a few moments, reached out and took his partner's hand.

A doctor came in and explained everything to Booth. After the doctor had left, he sat stunned. A shattered hip, one or two broken ribs and what seemed to be temporary paralysis of the legs.

This was all his fault. This would break his Bones for sure. A gently tug on his hand made him look up. "You're back," he smiled.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah." She tried to shift her position but gasped in pain.

"Booth, what's wrong with me?" she asked, gripping his hand tightly, her eyes begging for an honest answer.

Booth relayed what he knew to her. "I can't be paralysed. How will I do fieldwork?" she whimpered, her eyes growing fearful at the thought of being restricted all the time.

"Hey," Booth said, reaching for her other hand, "It's gonna be ok. I'll be here every step of the way."

A/N: Whaddya think of the first chapter? It was an idea that's been rolling around my head for about a week now. It was designed to be a one-shot but I think there is plenty more material here. So after the ending of Making Bones Cry, this shall be my new story. If you feel like it, a review would make my day.