Hodgins raced past Sweets, nearly pushing him to the ground in an attempt to reach Booth. He tried to rouse Booth and it became clear instantly that he was in serious danger. Rolling Booth onto his back, Hodgins didn't examine him too closely, desperately afraid for the life of his friend. One thing was clear; they were going to have to carry him. Sweets leaned down to help him pick up the man. His solid frame dead weight in their arms. As they attempted to carry him to the door a gun untangled from Booth's fingers and went crashing to the floor. As they made their way Sweets tried not to think about why the gun was in his hand, or if it had been fired. Once again the question was of Brennan's safety.
The smoke continued to build and the fire was spreading. The hallway was completely impassable. There was no way of exiting the house from the direction they came, the only way out was to go over the balcony. Placing Booth down on floor, Hodgins began screaming as loud as he could, finally getting the attention the crowd below. He could feel the room start to spin, he was suffering from lack of oxygen and from the look on Sweets face he was hurting as well. Time was running out for all of them.
Desperate shouts were finally enough to draw attention. Everyone came rushing over and few neighbors grabbed the oversized wooden table and set it beneath them. Immediately two men climbed on top making them only a few feet from those that were trapped. "Just hold on man." Hodgins spoke to Booth as he and Sweets carefully hoisted him up and over, dangling his limp body over the side, and into the waiting arms below.
Brennan tried to control her panic. Booth was gone; he wasn't going to save her. She was going to have to do what she always said she was capable of doing. Save herself. Blocking out the pain, compartmentalizing the loss, she began pulling at the ropes on her wrists. Finally able to loop a finger across she began teasing the knots apart. It was clear that had been tied in haste, with little care, as with a few swift movements she was unbound. Now she had a decision to make, which was the bigger risk? Attempting to sail the boat, or jump in and swim for shore?
Brennan decided to try and control the boat, to guide it toward the beach. The storm had increased the size of the waves dramatically and the rain impaired her vision, but she was determined. Sully had tried to teach her to sail, long ago when he thought she would leave with him. She hadn't paid very much attention because she had known deep down he wasn't the one. As she desperately tried to control the movement she wished that she had learned more. The closer she got to the shore, the more pounding the surf became, each surge threatened to capsize her. It only took an instant and a particularly high crest to keel the boat over and send her crashing into the tumultuous waters. The ocean threatened to swallow her in that instant. She fought hard against the current, each movement an attempt to break the surface. The dark swirling water was too strong, she was too weak, her cast too heavy. She was losing.
For an instant Cam couldn't believe her eyes. Hodgins and Sweets were climbing off the balcony, seeming to be fairly unscathed from their rescue mission. "Angela look!" She desperately tried to focus her friend. The grief was too much; Angela seemed unable to hear Cam. Cam got harsh and physically forced Angela to look in Hodgins direction. It only took a second for Angela to be up on her feet and racing toward the waiting his waiting arms. Cam followed and instantly rushed to be by Booth's side, something just felt wrong about the way the men placed him down on the beach. Within a moment and a quick check she knew. "Get the EMS over here! Booth isn't breathing!"
It was as if time stood still, Cam went to work desperately trying to revive Booth. Suppressing her role as friend, and ex-lover she went into doctor mode. She barely felt the presence of another woman, someone who claimed to be a nurse who immediately began breathing into Booth. Cam felt in vain for a pulse and began rhythmically pumping his chest, silently begging for any sign of life. Questions swirled in her mind, some out loud. How long had he been unconscious? Had he been injured? Was there any sign of Brennan? No one had answers.
The rumble, the confusion, the intensity; a scream broke their silence. Angela, still encased in Hodgins arms saw Sweets, drenched, standing on the shore line. He was struggling to carry an equally lifeless Brennan. He fell to his knees still supporting her body. Quietly his voice cracked. "I think she is dead….."
Hodgins raced to help, as they carried her up on the beach, laying her next to Booth. Her lips were blue, as Hodgins jumped in attempting to breathe for her. Hodgins and Sweets tried to revive Brennan as Cam continued to attempt to revive Booth. Lungs fill in breath, hands pressed to lifeless chests. The two teams fall into perfect sync, as if these two partner's hearts could beat as one.