A/N: - Hope you all liked Chapter 1 now on for Chapter 2. Will Booth be able to save Bones or will the killer get them both!?

Same as before I still don't own Bones.

"No, Temperance! Temperance stay with me!" Booth yelled, all the calmness slipping from his body the moment her hand hit the floor.

The phone had rolled painfully close to him, it sat right by his knee. The call had ended when it hit the stony ground beneath him. Booth had a choice, he could either hold on to her willing her to wake or, he could reach and grab the phone letting her bleed out but make the call that could save her life. Whichever he chose her life was in danger and was in his hands.

He began to shake he could feel his hands trembling slightly, Booth pushed down hard to try steady the movement. He looked at her pale face if he didn't know any better he would say she was already dead another victim to add to Mr. Wick's list. "Come on, Temperance. Come on." He said the pain clear in not only his voice but his eyes. Booth heart was breaking at the sight of his partners blood all over him, her lifeless face turned coldly to the right.

Booth took a breath and applied more pressure "Come on. Don't...Don't you dare give up. You hear me Temperance! I...I won't...I couldn't..." Booth swallowed hard the large block in his throat made it difficult to speak. 'This is Bones here. She's strong, she'll pull through this. She has to.' Booth mental words of reassurance didn't quite have the effect he wanted.

Bones blinked her eyes open, all she could see was the blurry shapes of colours. She blinked again trying in what seemed like vain to see. She shut her eyes and groaned at the pulsating pain in her abdomen. She could only remember vaguely what had happened as if it was part of a dream or distant memory. "Temperance, it's okay. I'm here." She heard booths voice call to her. His voice gave her the strength to open her eyes. Bones looked right up into his fathomless brown eyes. She smiled unable to look away, his gaze held her. The deepness of his gaze made her head spin, he was numbing her pain. "Booth..." she spoke in a voice that was just audible for him to hear, her voice shook with and sickening amount of fear and pain, "...where did you go?" her eyes bore into his with such intensity he had to look away for a brief second.

"I never left you." He said to her, trying to bring himself back to calm. He didn't want to risk her panicking and struggling against him. "Bones," he used her nickname in hopes of reassuring her. It worked. "I told you not to call me that." She smiled weakly up at him.

Bones smile soon turned to a grimace. She screamed out in pain as it violently took over her whole body her last sights were of Booths amazing brown eyes torn up in a mingled web of fear and pain, pain for her, fear for her, and something hiding in dark depths something strong for her.

Booth felt as her muscle in her body tighten, he watched helplessly as she screamed out in agony. At the moment he had fought with all his might not to take her in his arm and hold her close to his heart and promise her she would be okay. It was tearing Booth apart to see her like this. He wanted for it to end and he could do that for her. He could end her suffering right now. Booth shook his head willing himself to think straight. It wasn't first off his choice to make, and if it was he could never let her die not if there was away she could be saved, be helped and there was. She still had a chance to survive. Now he needed to plan the best way of action.

Booth made one last final run over of his plan. 'Take one hand off her, push down hard with the other, grab the phone, dial 911, put the phone to my ear and hold it in place with my shoulder, return my hand back to her.' Not so hard to think about his course of action as it would be to do it. He took a deep breath, "You can do this, you can do this." He repositioned himself so he could do this fast. Booth took one last final look at Bones still and pale face her lips tinged with blue, even now how she still managed to look beautiful was beyond him. "Fight for me Bones." He said and with that, he pushed all his weight onto the hand on her abdomen and grabbed at the phone with the other. He punched in the three numbers when he heard a shuffling of feet.

In Booth's frantic situation with Bones he hadn't noticed a figure edging his way towards him, a riffle trained on his chest. "Agent Booth, how good to see you again." Booth's eyes shot up towards to direction of the voice. "You." He said murderously, "You did this! You sick bastard!" Booth felt warm blood flow over his fingers. He quickly went to move his other hand back down to stop the bleed "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I was you." Mr. Wick rose to gun to Booth's forehead. "Now you can watch her die in yourcare Agent Booth. How will it look when she was shot by a gun that is exactly the same as yours?" He smirked producing, with a gloved hand the weapon from his belt, he throw it at him in disgust. "I bet you told her that she'd be okay, and now, she's dying." He laughed his eyes cold with amusement. "Tell me this Agent Booth, do you love her?"

The question hit Booth full in the chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing? How can you just sit a watch someone die right in front of you?" Booth fought back the urge to get up and kill him right there and then, he also fought the pang deep inside him to cry. He was killing Bones. He needed to save her, he needed to argue with her even if it was just one more time, and he needed to see the smile when he told her something.

"So Agent Booth, do you?" Booth had no idea what to do his partner was bleeding out next to him and the person killing her in front of him. Then Booth had realised something, not once did Mr. Wick look at Bones. He was also avoiding her blood, pooling on the ground. "Mr. Wick I can't tell you if you over there." Booth said a plan hatching in his head as he talked. 'Come on over here you son of a bitch and have a good look at her!' Booth thought to himself hoping he would fall right into his plan. Surprisingly it work and Mr. Wick was edging his way over trying to avoid the blood and to avoid looking at her. He came up from behind Booth 'Perfect.' Booth grabbed the riffle throwing over Bones then grabbing Mr. Wick's throat and forced him to look at her. "Look at her! Just see what you're doing to her!" Booth yelled in his ear. Mr. Wick pulled himself free from Booth grip "For the record Agent Booth, I hope she lives." And with that he left.

His words sent icy cold shivers down Booth's spine. 'He hoped she'd live. What the hell was that supposed to do?' Booth hurried to phone for help before retuning his hand to her wound but he feared he was too late to save her. He place his head on her stomach "Oh god, Temperance I'm so sorry. Please..." He felt tears pour down his cheeks. His body shook fiercely as tears took over him. "Temperance...please...you can't...I can't. Oh god, please!" He couldn't control the words that poured over his lips. "Temperance I need you to stay here with me." He whispered he felt empty he couldn't lose her not when they were so close. "Come on. Temperance, you can do this." He whispered even softer than before.

Booth was sat like that for what felt like hours. His hands pushing down hard on her abdomen, containing what little blood was left. He had almost given up hope when a hand touched his shoulder softly. He looked up into the face of Cullen. Booth heart skipped a beat as paramedic pushed him aside in an urgent rush to access damage. Booth was pulled away by two of his colleagues "No! Temperance! Get off me! Temperance!" Booth growled his voice entangled in fear, his vision blurred by his tears. He pulled at against the arms holding him back but he hadn't the strength to pull free he watch them load Bones into an ambulance, one of the paramedics were performing CPR on her.

Booth's legs gave way, dragging his entire body to the floor. He could barely breathe, his ribs felt like they were squeezing his lungs and heart, crushing them. Cullen placed a hand on his shoulder "They know what they're doing."

Booth shakily rose to his feet and stumbled to his car drunk on the shock of what had happened. He turned to key and followed to ambulance his fear growing stronger for Bones every second her couldn't hold her or see her. 'This is my entire fault I should have left her at the Jeffersonian. She would have been safe. Oh how could I have been so stupid?' Booth yelled at himself as he pulled up near the ambulance. He saw them pull her out, she was breathing by herself he ran over his mind set on being with her. He took her icy cold hand as she was rushed inside. Bones still hadn't woken up, and she was sent into emergency surgery leaving an enraged Booth yelling in the corridor.