Her name was Bones
Booth shot his head round, making sure the first and only thing he looked at was her. He could still hear the gunshot ringing ever so slightly in his ears, a sound that was all too familiar to him, and he hoped it hadn't damaged her like it had damaged him many times before.
"Bones," he called out, making sure she knew that he was OK. "Bones," he called again.
There was no reply.
He placed the gun back in its holster, and immediately, he took one step after another, sensing something was wrong. Across the room, even in the darkness, he could see her looking straight back at him, her eyes large and fearful. He could hear her whimper ever so slightly, and with that he gained pace.
"Bones!" he called once more.
With a thud, she fell on to the floor; her eyes of science fizzling into fear and helplessness. He could then see it. A large red stain, emanating through his favourite grey jacket, growing larger and larger with every breath he took.
"Bones!"
"Booth," she whimpered, holding one hand out towards him, and another across her side. "Booth," she said again.
As soon as he reached her, he grabbed her hand, gripping it ever so tightly and placed her head upon his knees whilst placing his other hand on top of the hand which covered the wound.
"It's OK, Bones," he said, choking back on the tears that would surely flow. "It's OK, I'm here. It's going to be OK. I'm here, I've got you baby."
She smiled weakly back up at him, feeling safer than she had ever done before. He was here, she thought. He's here. I'm going to be OK. When Booth's here, I'll always be OK. She gripped his hand tighter.
"Booth," she said again, looking up at her knight. "I'm cold."
Booth took a deep breath, and held her closer to him.
"It's OK, I'm here."
He took the jacket of his suit off and placed it around her shoulders, making sure she would be as warm as possible. He could feel her shift ever so slightly as he placed the jacket over her shoulders, trying to still be closer to him. Booth let out a fearful sigh. He could feel how cold she was against his skin, and it felt like his heart was slowly being torn into too. He knew what it meant. He'd seen it too many times before. He lost too many people because of this feeling, and he couldn't lose her because of it either.
She gripped his hand even tighter.
"Booth," she asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper,"please don't leave me."
No, he thought. No please, not this. Not this again. Not to her, please. God, please don't do this to me!
Worrisome tears escaped his eyes. "Don't worry, Bones. I'm not going anywhere. I'm never going anywhere without you. I'll never leave you. I love you."
She took a sharp breath and dug her face into his stomach. "I love you too, Booth." She paused. "Please don't leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere, Bones. I'm right here."
She shuddered. "Please don't make me leave."
Booth bent down and kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. "I'll never make you leave, Temperance. Never. I'll always be here."
He could feel her shallow breath on his face, and it hurt him so much. He shouldn't be holding her like this. He should've been protecting her. He should've been the one to get shot, not her, never her…
Her breathing stopped.
"Bones," he cried. "Bones!" He pulled his head away from her and stared deep into her eyes, which had glazed over with lifelessness. "Temperance, please! Don't leave me! You can't leave! What about me? What about Christine? You can't leave us like this, Bones." He choked. "Please, don't leave me. I love you. We all love you. You can't leave us! Please, Bones! Please…"