AN: Can I just please say how happy it makes me when you guys leave comments. The only reason I even write this is because I love it. If I didn't love it, I wouldn't do it. So I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that other people love it too. Even critical comments make me happy. Any comments from you guys really do make my day. :)

Also can I just say that I am re watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer right now and that is just a totally different side to David Boreanez that is so funny. Also I tried something new with the character, that I honestly didn't know that's where I was going until I started writing the scene. So tell me what you guys think. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, but I think I like it.

Hours passed and it was nearing midnight. People were coming and going from the lab, I however had been working non stop. I had taken a quick 30 minute nap in Angela's office a little bit ago. But it was catching up to me. I was nodding off over a tray of particulates I was looking at under a microscope, when Booth, Bones, and Zack all walked up the platform.

"Nice work Zack." Brennan said looking over the bones on the slab. Placing the skull under the camera monitor she pointed to the breaks for Booth "You can see some of the markings left on the bone where the bullet passed through."

"I can?" Booth replied with his usual tone of ignorance.

"Yes." she continued "Here and here on the outer compact brow. Do you think you could use a computer to recreate the complete imprint the bullet left?" She said now talking to Angela.

"I can tray, I don't know if I have enough here to work with."

"What are you getting at?" Booth asked not getting what Brennan was asking.

"Well, after it's discharged every bullet has a distinct pattern etched into it from the barrel of the gun, right?"

"Yeah"

"That same pattern would be etched into the bone as it passes through. If we can recover that pattern, we can reverse engineer the bullet. BOOTH: Then you'd be able to tell which weapon was used, its make, model...the whole shebang."

At the mention of this new theory I walked over and joined the conversation. "I've never heard of that technique." I interjected.

"It's a theory I've been working on. I thought this would be a good time to test it." Brennan answered looking proud of herself.

"Great. Knock yourself out." Booth responded rolling his eyes before looking to Zack. "Alright, anything more about the girl?"

Zack walked over to the other victim. "The knife marks were made by a non-serrated blade consistent with a pocket knife like this one." he lifted a small pocket knife "I found additional knife marks on C-5 indicating that the throat was slashed."

"What about her eyes?" Booth asked again.

"The grooving in the eye sockets doesn't match anything on the knife." he repeated plainly.

"So you have no idea" he asked harshly?

"Well," Zack stuttered a bit and I stepped forward ready to intervene when he spoke up. "I'm figuring it out."

Booth rolled his eyes and started to walk away "And Hodgins is playing with dog poop so everyone's got something to do." He looked at Dr. Brennan "Let's go."

"What?" Brennan responded.

"Kenton is putting together everything he's got on Cugini's disappearance. We're done here."

"But, I'm probably more valuable here." she protested.

"No, you're definitely more valuable alive. Alright? I'm not leaving you alone. Come on." Brennan reluctantly began to follow him.

"Wait" Zack interrupted and they turned around to look back at us, "If it's so dangerous here why are you leaving us?" he looked at the agent confused.

Booth walks back to us and punched Zack lightly on the arm "Big strong guy like you, huh? You'll be able to take care of yourself."

Zack grimaced and grabbed his arm "ow"

Booth began to chuckle, but then he made eye contact with the intense death glare I was giving him and stopped. "Okay" he turned toward Dr. Brennan and the door "lets go" and they left.

(AN: I know this chapter doesn't exactly follow to chronology of the episode. But whatever, it's fine.)

Finally it was 3 o'clock in the morning and I had gotten back to my apartment. Today had been one of the most exhausting days of my life. I got ready for bed and laid down. I had barely been asleep for 30 minutes when suddenly I heard my phone ring in the corner. Fuck no. I am fucking sleeping. They cannot make me get up right now. I ignored it and slept through the ringing. It can wait for 4 hours of sleep. I've earned 4 hours of sleep.

At 7 my alarm rang and I begrudgingly got up. My eye's were still hazy from fatigue but I got up and picked up my phone from my dresser on the opposite side of my room. 6 missed calls from Angela and 15 tests. 3 from Hodgins and 2 texts. 4 calls and 10 texts from Zack. Shit what happened? I opened my text messages and scrolled to the top of Zacks.

"Are you at the lab yet?"

"Hodgins and I are driving in, do you need a ride?"

"Where are you?"

"Angela told you about the explosion right?"

"Are you still sleeping?"

"There was an explosion at Brennan's apartment, Booth got hurt."

"He's in the hospital."

shit.

I dropped my phone and ran to put clothes on, not bothering to read the rest of the texts.

Running out the door I threw my hair up into a pony tail and texted Angela, Hodgins, and Zack individually "I just woke up, I'm heading in now."

I walked into the lab and walked straight to Angela's office.

Her eye's widened as she rushed over to me "Where have you been?"

"I was sleeping. I'm so sorry. What happened? Is everyone okay?"

"Booth's in the hospital, but he's okay" at her words I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding in. He's not my favorite person, but I really didn't want him to die. "There was a bomb in Brennan's fridge and when Booth opened a cabinet it went off."

I sighed and sat down on the couch catching my head in my hands. I inhaled sharply and realized tears were falling.

"Honey what's wrong?"

I immediately wiped my hands over my eyes and stood up, I didn't even know what I was crying about. "It's nothing. Is Dr. Brennan okay?"

"Yeah she's at the hospital with Booth." she looked at me again with concern "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired. And you'know it's just. It's a lot first thing in the morning. I'm fine." she looked into my eyes "It's fine"

"Well then why don't you tell you'r face that?" she responded sympathetically wiping another tear from my cheek.

I smiled and walked out of the room onto the platform to find Hodgins.

I passed Zack and he grabbed my arm. "You made it, where were you?"

"I was sleeping. I didn't see the messages." I responded and he nodded. Then he looked at my face and looked at me with concern.

"Are you alright? You look like you've been crying"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you know where Hodgins is?"

"Over there" he pointed still looking at me with concern as I walked away.

I hate crying in public. My face gets all red and everyone notices.

I walked to Hodgins at the other end of the room.

"Sorry I'm late. What do you want me to do?"

He turned to face me "We've got the bomb parts her- have you been crying?"

"Oh my god will everyone just shut up about the crying" I snapped. I guess I'm a bit on edge. Hodgins looked at me shocked for a moment. "Now can we please get to work?"

"um yeah, work" he looked at me hesitantly before continuing. "So like I was saying we have the bomb parts here. I'm trying to figure out what kind of agents were used to ignite it bec-"

"Because that can tell us where and by who it was made. Yup got it." I grabbed the tray of parts from him nd walked away to get to work.