A/N: Thank you for all of your reviews guys, and trust me I wasn't going to make you all wait too long for the update. I hate when that happens to me, and if I had continued to write that one it would've been a super long chapter so I thought it was best handled this way. This is the last chapter by the way, so sad. I've enjoyed writing it so much and I've enjoyed having you all read and review and story alert and favorite alert it. It means a lot to a writer so thank you all so much for being so invested in it, sometimes more than I have been lol. So, ENJOY one more time and please review.

Chapter 14:

Hodgins came to and grumbled, grabbing his head. He had been hit with something, he didn't care what, but he didn't see Booth anywhere near him.

He saw the flashlight out of the corner of his eye, and grabbed it. He also saw a candlestick on the table, which he figured he must have been struck with. He grabbed it and headed down toward the hallway.

Hodgins heard shouting and tried to make his way down the hall as fast and as silently as he could, without Harry hearing him. He turned the flashlight off as he reached the room where Brennan and Booth were being held. He took one look at Brennan and saw how badly beaten she was. He couldn't believe how weak she looked and how easily she was giving up.

"You're lying! Shut up! I wanted to him to be awake when you died, but I can't take it anymore. Goodbye Dr. Brennan," he heard Harry say as he began to lift the ice pick up to the level of his head. He moved into the doorway and he caught Brennan in the eye. She gave him a look, telling him that she trusted him and he saw her lift her head high and close her eyes, awaiting the blow to the head.

He stepped forward as silently as he could and he swung the candlestick as hard as he could, hitting Harry in the head and as he fell, the ice pick went straight through to his head, blood gushing from the wound instantly.

Brennan opened her eyes and led out the breath she was holding.

"Hold on, Dr. Brennan," Hodgins said as he grabbed the chair and stood on it. He put his arm around her as gently as possible as he noticed her wounds, but she didn't want her to fall when he released her. "Here, stand on the chair," he said when he heard her cry of pain as he touched her wounds. He still kept a firm grip on her as he reached up and lowered her arms and she cried in pain as her muscles reacted negatively to the movements. Hodgins untied her hands and her feet and she sat there crying in pain and he didn't know what to do.

"Booth," she whispered as she stared at the unconscious form on the floor.

"He'll be okay. He's breathing," Hodgins said as he pulled out his phone and dialed 911 asking for ambulances at that address.

"Booth," she whispered once more as she once again lost consciousness.

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Brennan awoke and didn't know where she was. She found herself in a hospital bed and no longer felt pain, which she determined was the cause of some wondering pain killers that were given to her through her IV. She looked beside her and saw Angela sitting asleep in the chair. She tried to assess her body, her whole torso wrapped around her wounds, including her broken ribs, her arms felt much better even though she was sure they were going to be very sore in the coming days. She felt a dull ache in her head, but nothing she wouldn't be able to handle.

The memories of what happened to her began to come back. She remembered Hodgins coming in and killing Epps and taking her off the hook, but the rest she couldn't remember. The next thing she knew she woke up here.

"Hey sweetie," she heard Angela say as she came closer to the bed.

"Where's Booth?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

"He's going to be okay. He's still not awake yet, sweetie. You guys have been out for awhile. He hit Booth pretty hard over the head and you've been too weak to stay awake for more than two minutes," Angela said. "They have you on some pretty heavy duty medications so enjoy them while they last."

"I want to see Booth," Brennan said.

"Sweetie, you need to rest."

"No Angela, Booth needs me. I don't care, I will gladly stay in bed down there, but I'm not going to be away from him."

"Okay, I'll go check with the doctor, make sure that's okay with him. Wait for me, sweetie," she said as she left the room and Brennan was alone with her thoughts.

She couldn't wait to see Booth, to see him with her own eyes, to know that he was really going to be okay.

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The doctor allowed Brennan to stay in Booth's room for the remainder of her hospital stay. She would need to stay there for a few more days to make sure that her wounds were healing satisfactorily and she regained more of her strength.

She looked over at Booth and saw his head was wrapped with gauze. Angela had caught Brennan up on what had happened once the ambulances got there and assured her once and for all that Epps was indeed dead.

Brennan had been slipping in and out of consciousness for two days and Booth still remained unconscious. The doctors were worried that he could have swelling in the brain, but all tests showed no sign of swelling or major trauma, which was a good thing. They said that he should be waking up at any point.

She heard mumbling from beside her and she turned her head to see Booth waking up.

"Booth, you're awake," Brennan said, chuckling, tears in her eyes.

"Bones?" he asked. "Is that you?"

"Yes, Booth. I'm right here, it's all over. We're okay," she said, reaching for his hand which she found quickly.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Epps hit you in the head. There was no swelling, but you've been asleep for about two days. Epps is dead. Hodgins came in and he fell on the ice pick, went right through his temple."

"That's good to know," Booth said, he said turning his head to the window.

"Booth? Are you okay?" she asked.

"I've never seen the sun so bright," he replied.

"Booth, it's just a reaction. You know that you can distinguish between light and dark…" but he cut her off.

"You're beautiful," he said as he turned back to face her.

"What?" she asked.

"Even more beautiful than I could remember," he said as he smiled at her.

"You can see me?" she asked, laughing, getting out of bed.

"No, stay in bed. You look terrible," he said as he got out of bed and over to hers. He looked into her eyes and saw all the pain that she had gone through with Epps. He gently reached his palm up to her cheek and caressed her face. "What did he do to you?"

"I had to give you time to find me," she replied, exactly what he had said when he had been tortured. "I was ready to give up before you got there. I never gave up on you though, Booth."

"I never gave up on you," he said. "What did he do to you, Temperance?"

"I'll save that for another time, maybe when I'm more prepared to face those memories. Is that okay?" she asked.

"That's fine, Bones. Whenever you feel like you can talk about it, we can. I'll wait," he said gently leaning forward touching his lips to her forehead and touching all of her bruises with his lips gently. To Brennan, it should have hurt, but it felt so much better than anything in the world.

"I love you," she said looking up into his eyes.

"I love you too," he said as he hugged her gently and she winced when his hand found the wounds on her back. "I'm sorry, sorry."

"He cut me with a knife or with class on my back and my stomach. It's still healing. Just more gentle," she said, explaining.

"I wish he was still alive so I could kill him. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you."

"I'm not. You were there for me when I needed you, and that's all that I needed. Even if he had killed me, at least you were there with me. You had found me, and that's as good as I could have asked for."

They sat there for a few minutes just looking in each other eyes and enjoying each other's touch.

Finally Brennan said, "We should probably tell the doctor that you're awake."

"Oh, but if we do then they're going to take me to do all these tests; and I just want to be here with you right now. A few more minutes and then we can tell the doctor."

"A few minutes. You have your sight back, Booth. As fantastic as that is and I would love for you to stare at me all day, the doctors need to know. It's a miracle," she said and he kissed her once more. "I have something to tell you."

"What?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant," she said and looked away.

"What?" he asked, in shock. He never suspected a thing and then he realized that she didn't look as happy and he brought his hand to her chin gently and turned her to look at him. "Is the baby okay?"

"I tried to protect the fetus as much as I could, but he still kicked my stomach," she started to cry. "I have several broken ribs, but the doctor said that it's fine. There could be some complications, but I'm on bed rest for awhile until they know for sure, until the fetus is more developed."

"Oh, thank God," he said as he hugged her again as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks. "And it's a baby Bones, not a fetus."

"It is too a fetus Booth. It doesn't look like a baby trust me," she said.

"Okay, but eventually it will be a baby. Are you happy with that?" he asked.

"I have gotten used to the idea. I was going to tell you when I knew for sure, but the doctors here confirmed it. I'm about 8 weeks along."

"Wow, I can't believe this, I'm going to be a dad again," he said, touching her stomach gently.

"I'm still scared, Booth," she said and he looked at her with sympathy.

"I know, but I'm here, where I've always been. You don't have to worry," he said taking her hands and giving them a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "I will be there every step of the way. When you have morning sickness and when you start to show and when you start throwing things at me because of those crazy hormones," he said and she chuckled.

"Am I really going to have mood swings like other pregnant women?" she asked.

"Probably, but I will still love you. I'll be able to tell when it's you or when it's the hormones. And I'll be there when the baby is born, and I will be there for every feeding and every diaper change."

"That's quite impossible, you can't be there for every single one," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'll be there teaching you until you learn and you're comfortable enough to do it on your own, which you will. I promise. You're going to be a great mother, Bones."

"Thank you."

"All you need to do is take a deep breath, and everything will be okay."

THE END!

I bet you all didn't see that coming! One last twist for you all. Yay, it's the end. Okay so as you can tell, I'm probably going to write a sequel to this one in which Booth and Brennan deal with the joys of pregnancy, and I know a lot of people write about it, but I'm going to attempt it in a different approach, hopefully more funny than angst and I'm going to try to not write about cases because quite frankly, I hate writing them lol. Anyway, I'm planning on sharing the other ideas I had for the ending of these stories in which there could be character deaths. Let me know if you want to read them and I will either post them or I could send them to you as soon as they are finished. Let me know!