Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.

A/N: This is my first fanfic attempt on this series.

Seely Booth paced the floor of the hospital corridor outside of her room. Zack, the young genius, leaned against the wall and stared into space. Angela with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her coat watched helplessly at the FBI special agent whose life her friend and fellow co-worker, Temperance Brennan had just saved. Jeffersonian Institute's forensic anthropologist and novelist laid almost lifeless in her hospital bed. The white sheet which matched the color of her pale face covered her fragile body. She was tended by hospital staff and the three waited impatiently.

No one spoke until Zack and Angela heard what sounded like someone who had just punched a wall. With his clenched hand, Booth released his fingers and shook it as if it would have relieved the pain due to the hard hit he threw.

"Booth!" Angela yelled out.

"I told her to stay in the car. But, does she ever listen? No!" He hollered back.

"Keep your voices down. Everyone's looking at the both of you," Zack spoke softly to them.

Booth slid down onto the floor. "She's lost a lot of blood and...," his voice cracked as he spoke and rubbed his already reddened eyes.

Angela sat down on the cold linoleum floor next to him and hooked her arm around his.

"Bones came out of nowhere, everything happened so fast, too fast, that before I could do anything she was already down. She saved my life, Angela. WIthout thinking, she stepped in front of me and took the shot, took the shot for me," Booth's voice trailed off.

"Without thinking, Booth? I believe she thought about it, that's why she's in there and not you. She didn't want you to get hit, so..."

Booth interrupted her. "So, she jumps right in just as the guy pulled out his 9mm. What the hell was she thinking of, huh? What the hell..."

"Apparently Temp was thinking of you. In a reversed situation, would you have done the same thing?" Angela spoke slowly and softly.

Without hesitation he answered, "yes. If that bastard wasn't gunned down by my backups, I would have killed him myself with my bare hands, choked his bloody neck until he drew his last breath."

"Hey," Zack called out to Booth and Angela as the doctor walked out of Bone's room.

"She's hanging on. But, for the amount of blood she's lost, it doesn't look good."

"You're saying she's not going to make it?" Angela asked tearfully.

"We're surprise she's still here," the doctor answered frankly.

"Mortality rate. What's her mortality rate? 50? What, Doctor?" Booth stood rigidly, held his breath and waited for his answer.

"75. I'm so sorry. You can go in now, but not all at once, just for a few minutes. You need to contact her family."

"We're her family," Angela cried out.

"You believe in miracles?" The resident doctor asked, without waiting for a reply he continued. "It's what she needs right now."

"I'd like to go in," Booth told them, but suddenly stopped and turned to Angela. "I'm not strong enough to let her go."

"Booth, listen to me. You need to tell her how you feel about her. I mean, you know. She needs to know. You'll regret it if you don't."

He nodded sorrowfully and walked in slowly. His eyes roamed around the room. The only sound was the beeping of the monitor reading her heart rate. He pulled up a chair next to her bedside. Her left side of her chest was bandaged and he could see blood as it oozed out slowly which penetrated the dressing. He touched her face lightly, then gave her a feather-like kiss on her forehead. He sat quietly as tears rolled down his face rapidly. He held her hand and squeezed it gently. Booth knew she hated his nickname for her. It was the first time he'd ever called her by her first name.

"Temp?" He said softly as he wiped his tears away.

TBC - Chapter 2