(Season 10)

A/N: yes I was a little mean the way I ended the last chapter, but you know I'd never leave you hanging for long.

I still don't own Bones. If I did there would have been a season 13.

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Booth and Aubrey witnessed Deputy Stewart fall to the ground with a gunshot to the leg, but they didn't have time to do anything about that. When the clown starting firing, Aubrey knelt on the ground and started firing at the clown. Booth knew he needed to bring down the clown as quickly as possibly so aimed and shot the serial killer in the forehead. As the man fell, he seemed to crumple like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Both Aubrey and State Policeman Sato approached the dead clown with caution. Once he was next to Miller, Aubrey kicked the gun away from the body and leaned over to place two fingers on the clown's neck. "He's dead." Glancing at the trooper, he noticed blood spreading down the left sleeve of Sato's arm. "Man you've been hit."

Startled, Sato looked down and spied bright red blood on his shirt. "Damn." He holstered his gun and placed his hand over the wound. "I don't think it's serious. It doesn't feel serious."

Aubrey didn't care if it was serious or not. He grabbed Sato's uninjured arm and yelled for help. "This man has been shot and we have a deputy down with a gunshot wound to the leg. Call an ambulance." State Trooper Donahue raced by Aubrey and attended Deputy Stewart who was sitting up holding his hand over his leg wound. Satisfied that Deputy Stewart was being helped, Aubrey kept his hand on the arm of the wounded State policeman as they walked back to his car so the trooper could sit down. Passing Booth who was staring at the corpse of the clown, Aubrey glanced back a Miller then back at Booth. "Did you do that head shot?"

Booth nodded his head. "Yeah . . . I didn't have a choice."

In total agreement, Aubrey nodded his head. "You're damn right you didn't." He was amazed that Booth had overcome his fear of clowns and had shot Miller. He admired Booth all the more for his professionalism.

While Sheriff's Deputy Grant called his Sheriff to report the shootout and afterward the coroner, two state troopers stood over the corpse waiting for the coroner to show up. They weren't happy that Deputy Stewart and Trooper Sato had been shot, but at least the serial killer was dead and he couldn't hurt anyone else.

Booth holstered his gun and walked back to where Hannah's car was parked. As he rounded the last car between him and her, he noticed the reporter lying on the ground in front of her car. His heart racing in his chest, Booth ran to her side and knelt next to her. "Hannah . . . Hannah." He couldn't help but notice the blood stain spreading on the left shoulder of her blouse. Placing his hand over the wound and pressing down, he shouted. "We need an ambulance. Civilian down. Call an ambulance."

Hearing Booth's shout, Aubrey rushed to his side and knelt next to the unconscious reporter. After he checked her pulse, he was filled with relief. "She's alive. An ambulance is on the way for the deputy and the state policeman." Standing, he made a 911 call to ask for another ambulance. One he was assured that two were already on the way from New Stanton, he ended his call. "Ambulances are on the way, Booth."

His hand pressed against his former lover's shoulder, Booth felt afraid for her life. He may not love her anymore, but he didn't want her to die. "Good . . . Stay with me Hannah. Don't you dare die on me. I've had too many people I know die lately. Don't you dare die too."

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She woke in the hospital and noticed she wasn't alone. "Did you remember to pick up my camera?"

Amused, Booth stood up and leaned over his ex-girlfriend. "Of course I did. I'm not an idiot. I had your car driven back too. It's parked in the parking lot across from this hospital."

"Good." Hannah attempted to sit up, moaned and quickly lay back down. "One minute I was taking pictures and the next minute I felt something hit me and my arm went numb . . . I dropped my camera and all I could think of was that camera cost me a fortune."

Slowly shaking his head, Booth knew he would never understand Hannah or any other reporter. "You were told to stay in your car."

She closed her eyes for a minute and then reopened them. "Well, how could I do that when I had a great story unfolding before me . . . Do you think I could have something to drink?"

Booth poured a little water in to a cup and lifted it to her lips. Once she drank the water, he placed the cup back on the table. "You could have been killed."

"Says the man who was shot at by a killer clown." Hannah hated that double standard. "You had a job to do and I did too."

Since he wasn't going to get her to admit that she had done anything wrong, Booth pointed at the closet across the room. "Your camera is in the closet . . . I called your station and asked that they put me through to your producer. He's on the way to check on you and to get your camera . . . I also called your mother . . . I'm glad you're going to be okay, Hannah."

"You remember my mother?" That really surprised Hannah since it had been so long since she and Booth had been a couple.

Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Of course I do. We used to live together. I loved you . . . your mother should be here soon. I told her I'd stay until you woke up. I didn't want you to wake up surrounded by strangers."

"Thank you Seeley." Hannah sighed. She still loved her ex-lover, but she knew he would never come back to her. She had crushed him when she had turned down his marriage proposal and he had moved on. "I hope you get back together with Temperance. I want you to be happy."

He appreciated her kind words. "Thank you. We will someday. I just have some things to fix and if it works she'll take me back . . . Our separation isn't Bones' fault. It's mine, but I think we'll be okay eventually . . . at least I hope so."

"She loves you. You have to know that." Hannah knew that to be true. She had known that before Booth had ever proposed to her. "It was one of the reasons I turned you down. I . . . I couldn't say yes to you if you were still in love with her and you were . . . I thought you might eventually get over her and you might look me up, but you never did."

"No I didn't." He didn't really want to talk about the past. He was more worried about his future with his wife. "Now that you're awake I'm going to go back home. You should be okay until your mother shows up."

She knew that she had made Booth uncomfortable. For some reason, she had made a habit of doing that. "You're right. I will be fine . . . Bye Seeley." I love you.

"Bye Hannah . . . and thank you for letting me know about the clown serial killer. He would have probably kept killing until someone put it together. You saved lives . . . I don't suppose you'll tell me who told you about Miller . . . will you?"

She shook her head. "No, I can't."

Booth patted her hand, turned and left the room. He found Aubrey in the lobby of the hospital and pulled the keys for his SUV from his pants pocket. "She's going to be okay. Her producer and her mother are on the way. Her mother should be here in about another hour."

Tossing his coffee cup in the trash can near the entrance, Aubrey followed Booth out to the parking lot. "Let's stop for dinner. I'm hungry and you must be too."

"Alright." He really wasn't that hungry, but he knew Aubrey was probably starving. "I need to call Bones and let her know we're on the way back. I called her earlier to let her know about Hannah. She wanted to drive over to make sure the surgeon had done everything right, but I talked her out of it . . . Bones doesn't need all of this shit . . . She's been through a lot lately . . . too much really."

Aubrey knew that Booth was worried about his wife, but he had faith that she was pretty strong and could handle a hell of a lot of trouble in her life. "She's pretty strong, Booth. She's okay."

"Yes, she is strong. She used to be impervious, but now she's really strong." Booth was glad to have such a wonderful person like Brennan in his life. She was his anchor when life was trying to tear him apart. "She's stronger than I am."

As they neared the SUV, Aubrey walked around the truck and waited for the door to be unlocked. Once he was inside, he buckled up. "If you want my opinion, Dr. B, is probably stronger than anyone I know . . . You're a lucky man, Booth. A very lucky man."

"Yeah, I am." He was mortified that he had gambled and placed Brennan and his child in danger, but he would make that up to them eventually. First he had to get himself on the right road away from gambling and if he could earn Brennan's trust back, she might let him come back home. It was a big task, but he knew that he couldn't fail. That wasn't an option. He needed his family and he would find a way to get them back into his life. No matter how long it took, he would find a way to get Brennan to allow him to come back home.

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Well the clown is dead. Let me know what you think of my story so far. Thank you.