A/N: - This is my first ever piece of Fan-Fiction. I will add more on to this and make a looove/adventure story out of this.

I don't own Bones

The SUV speed around the corner at a break neck pace. The sirens blared as the wheels struggled to remain on the road. The rain poured from the sky in torrents, make visibility poor. The street light allowed sight in only small areas beneath them, give the road an eerie orange glow.

"Booth, are you sure it's safe to be driving at such speed when visibility is so poor?" Bones asked concerned as she saw Booth straining to see. "Bones we're about to catch the sick bastard who did that to you!" he said, pointing to the bruise on her face. He had been there when it had happened, he felt responsible for it. It should never have happened.

They were at Mr. Wick's home in his front garden, interrogating him about the recent rape and murder of Jodie Longsale. Bones was on to him asking a series of questions one after them other, based on the facts of course. He had started to get nervous and the slightest bit aggressive towards her. Booth had readjusted his position and cleared his throat, letting Mr. Wick know he was still here. That's when he noticed something move around the side of the house, Booth had touched Brennan on the shoulder and had whispered to her he would be right back. She nodded and continued with the questions.

Booth had made his way around the side of the house to see a teenage boy sprint into opposite direction. Booth gave chase. He had made it to the back of the house but by then the boy had long gone from sight, so he had decided he would have a look around, he had poked his head around the open backdoor before walking in. He couldn't see anything out of place, 'Bones would have found something by now if she was in here.' He had thought to himself.

Outside had seemed awfully quiet, no screaming Mr. Wick could be heard. Booth had made his way towards the window at the front of the house. He had looked out to see Bones lay on the floor and Mr. Wick's mustang drive away. Booth had heart skipped several beats as he had ran across the garden to non moving partner.

Bones touched a finger gingerly to her head at the memory. She hadn't even seen it coming. Booth took her hand lightly at the look on her face "Hey, we're going to get him." He said to her softly. She smiled.

They pulled up outside a small abandoned scrap yard. The place was run down and columns of scraped metal were ready to collapse at any second. "Are you sure this is the right place?" Bones asked getting out the car.

"Yeah, this is the place." Booth replied quietly.

As they stood and looked into the scrap yard a familiar voice sounded out on the load speakers that were set up around the scrap yard "Ahh Dr. Brennan how nice to see you again. How's your head? Sore?" it laughed.

Bones looked at Booth and swallowed, he was watching them.

Booth knew exactly what she was thinking when she looked at him. This made him search around for a hidden camera. "Oh, yes, while I still remember. Dr. Brennan I enjoy our little chat last time we met, it was rather pleasant to be interrogated by someone like yourself." He spoke in a voice that revealed nothing other then what he was saying, "I was hoping you'd give me the honour of another one."

Bones looked again at Booth whose expression had now changed "No!" He shouted to the speakers, "No." He said in a lot softer tone to Brennan.

"Booth, I can take care of myself."

"What? Like last time?" He blurted out he hadn't meant to say it. She looked at him for a moment longer before pulling her gaze away, "I didn't see it coming last time. This time I will." She said quietly looking back up at him. Booth turned away from her gaze facing the scrap yard again. He couldn't let her walk that maze. He didn't know what he'd do if something happened to her.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. Booth waited a split second for a searing pain but it didn't come. He looked to Bones to see if she heard it, what he didn't expect was her face to be as pale as snow and her eyes to be growing duller by the second.

Bones held her hands on the right hand side of her upper abdomen she looked down to them as blood poured though her fingers. She saw Booth face drop, the pain in his eyes as black spots appeared in front of her own. She gasped for air, the pain was unbearable. She felt warm liquid rolling over her fingers and down her stomach.

Her body felt numb and heavy and she felt herself falling to the ground. She felt two firm hands over her own pushing down on her, numbing the pain ever so slightly. She saw his face above hers, he was speaking but she couldn't hear his words. She was slipping into a cold sleep. More pressure on her hands made her open her eyes. Booth was still there looking down on her.

Bones slid her hands out from under his and pushed herself up against Booth's protest which she could now hear. Her fight or flight instinct had kicked in and she was now straining to get up.

"Bones! Hey! Lie down your Okay just lie down." He said putting more pressure on her wound if she wasn't going to lie down then she wasn't going to sit up. "Bones you do realise what's going on right?" He tried to keep his voice as steady as possible as to not scare her any more then what she probably already was.

"Booth, I'm fine I can take care of myself." She said the adrenalin in her blood stream forcing her into false security. She genuinely believed she was fine. Bones looked up into the browns eyes that were staring down at her, she smiled and as she moved herself into a better position Booths hands slipped and she grimaced in pain and fell back into a lay down position. Booth pushed his hands down hard on her abdomen. Booth just realised just how bad this situation was.

"Bones, please don't move." He pleaded, how he was supposed to tell this he had no idea. She might not even take it seriously enough. This wasn't going to work he had to tell her whether she took it serious or not.

"Bones, I'm not sure if I should be telling you this, but if I move my hand off your stomach, you're going to bleed out." He knew she had took this seriously by the look in her eyes, "I need you to reach into my inside jacket pocket and get my phone. Okay?"

Bones nodded his voice was so calm and reassuring. She reached into his pocket, as she did so she felt her hand brush lightly against his chest. Her eyes danced for a few seconds as she held the phone in her hands.

Booth felt relief that Bones still had enough life in her to get all excited about brushing his chest. 'If things were my ways you'd get to brush more of me then that.' He thought smiling ever so slightly.

"Okay, now Bones dial 911 and put the phone to my ear." He said just as calm as before, she nodded just as before and dialled them but as she held the ringing phone up to his ear her mind went black and her arm collapsed to the ground.