Thanks to reviewers: Matt,
Liberty Girl In the Sky,
marceline,
And epickerthanyou (well it's the first time in this story…but I've kind of lost count of how many times she's been shot…
Just thought I'd do a quick update in between classes, the next chapter isn't done yet and I have a ton of homework already so no promises on a quick update, but I will do my best.
I know the shooting was lame, but it just kind of happened.
The Break in the Bond: Part 7
Patience slowly opened her eyes. She felt the normal hospital machines hooked to her, in whatever way was best for that particular machine. She also notice that there was something holding her hand down. When she glanced over, Aaron was sitting against the bed, his hand tightly gripping hers and his head resting on top.
"Aaron," she wheezed.
Aaron remained fast asleep, even as Patience slowly pulled from his grasp. She weakly sat up before brushing her hand against his hair. Aaron slowly woke up, picking his head up to look at Patience.
"You're alright," he said, smiling.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You…you were shot. Don't you remember?"
Patience shook her head. "I remember the case…and leaving the Jeffersonian…that's it."
Aaron grabbed her hand again. "I should go tell the doctor you're awake."
Patience tightened her grip on his hand and didn't let go. "Aaron, wait. I…I'm sorry. I guess since everyone else doesn't think you actually slept with her…I'm probably overreacting."
Aaron opened his mouth to repeat his admittance from the evening before, but instantly stopped. "I'll got get a doctor."
Patience slowly let him go and Aaron walked out into the hallway. He stood beside the door and leaned back against the wall, sighing in slight relief, but knowing there was a chance of her memories being regained.
At the Jeffersonian, Booth entered his own wife's office. "They have nothing."
Brennan looked up in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"
"The guys investigating the shooting," Booth said, pacing around Brennan's office. "They have no idea who did it. The bullet was handmade, and never seen before. It didn't match any registered weapons. There were no witnesses other than us and Aaron. The case is cold."
"Whoever it was has to know something about Patience. He had to know where to go and when to find her. Unless of course it was a random shooting."
"Bones, someone shot our daughter and you're calm about this?"
"She's fine, Booth. Aaron just called. She doesn't remember anything past walking out of the Jeffersonian angry at him, and she's being released today."
"She was shot and they're releasing her?"
"It did little damage, Booth. Though there was a great deal of blood, no main arteries were pierced, and she's fine. The damage done was nothing worth worrying about."
Booth settled on the edge of Brennan's desk. "I know, Bones."
"And, she's moving back in with Aaron."
"What? I thought Aaron said she demanded a divorce."
"She doesn't remember saying that, so she decided she would try making things work again."
Booth smiled. "See, Bones? And you were worried the FBI/Jeffersonian liaison would retire with us."
"I was not worried about that. You were the one saying Patience was too stubborn to take Aaron back and that she would ruin the partnership."
"Alright, you know what. Let's go and just make sure she really is ok."
"Fine. Let me finish this email."
Booth glanced at the screen. "What email?"
"I was offered a position at a dig in Guatemala."
"A dig? Bones, you can't do that."
"I would be perfectly capable of heading another dig, Booth. However, I turned them down because I want to stay close in case one of the kids needs something."
Booth smiled. "And twenty years ago you swore you didn't want any kids."
Brennan turned off her computer and picked up her jacket. "Are you ready to leave?"
"Yep. Come on, Bones." Booth put an arm around Brennan's shoulders and the two slowly left the Jeffersonian, for what they knew would be one of the final times.
