Hope you enjoy this story. It took me a while to pick out the name. Booth's sister's name is Lleana, which means "light of the sun" in Romanian.
This is for Cheyenne and Karissa, my Best Friends. We are like sisters.
Disclaimer: Not mine. But why do I have to disclaim it? It's not like I don't want it.
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Booth and Brennan were at the hospital. Booth's sister, who was five years younger than Brennan, had been taken hostage and shot in the process.
He was pacing the waiting room floor. He had been trying to find out how his sister was, and they hadn't told him anything yet.
She was watching him pace the floor. He could always comfort her. Why couldn't she comfort him right now? Should she hug him? Should she leave him alone? She couldn't read people like he could. She decided to just give him a hug.
"It's okay Booth. Don't worry. If she is half as strong as you are, she'll come out alive."
"I don't know Bones." He was starting to cry. "There was a lot of blood. And where she got shot… it… it…"
"Shhhh, it's okay. It's all going to be alright."
He was sobbing and hugging her tightly.
"Shhhh." She was rubbing circles on his back.
"We… we survived… dad… tog… together." He managed to get out between sobs.
"It's okay Booth. Just calm down. She'll be okay."
"I… don't know… Bones."
"Shhhh, you need to calm down. After you calm down, we'll worry about her."
He cried on her shoulder and kept hugging her tightly.
Brennan had never seen her knight in FBI standard issue body armor cry so much.
She knew that Lleana was going to be okay. If there were a god, which she wasn't admitting there was, she knew that he wouldn't hurt a man like him.
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Short, I know. Review!