Grace was happy to finally be sitting instead of lying down in the bed, the nurse had come to prepare her to be moved to her own room out of ICU, and while she was happy to be out of the bed, she was feeling horribly lonely sitting in the room alone. Quiet and amiable, she seldom called for a nurse, instead she would find that it was just easier to do things on her own. The pain in her shoulder was intense when she moved, and her foot was fine as long as she put no pressure on it. Her ears were still ringing from her head hitting the pavement. She sighed and fumbled with her hands as she waited patiently. She looked up as a nurse walked in and smiled.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked, watching Grace nod her head. "You're looking a little sad there, young lady."

"I'm okay." She lied, swallowing hard she gave a halfhearted smile.

"Well your room is all set, you will probably only be here at the hospital another day or so if you keep doing well." She said, stepping behind the wheelchair, she began to push it down the hallway toward the elevator. "We called your mom and dad, let them know that we were moving you so that when they show up they won't lose their minds." She laughed.

"Thank you." Grace said politely, a gentle smile on her lips as she looked up at the nurse.

They took her to the next floor down, and the brightness of the walls seemed to help lift Grace's spirits a bit. She sighed as the nurse pushed her into a private room halfway down the hallway. "Look at that, someone already knew you were here." She said, pushing the wheelchair into the room, they spied a small vase of two red roses, and two yellow roses that was sitting on the table next to the bed. Grace smiled brightly, the first real smile the nurse had seen. "Here is the card." She said, handing the small envelope to Grace.

Grace smiled, wondering who they were from. She hadn't seen Shane since she had woken up, and for the most part she blamed her father for that, so she thought that this gesture was quite sweet. She unfolded the card and opened it, her brow furrowed as she read the words, a slow smile rising on her lips.

"Note from your honey?" the nurse asked, smiling as Grace looked up at her.

"They're from my best friend." She said softly, glancing at the flowers, she could feel a blush in her cheeks. "He works here at the hospital."

"Ah, he must have figured out where you were going to be moved to." She said with a laugh. "He's a good boy, keeping you happy."

"He is special, that's for sure." She giggled. She watched the nurse smile at her and looked toward the bed. "Can I just stay in the chair for now? I don't want to be in the bed just yet. My Dad will be here soon."

"Sure thing, sweetheart, you just let us know when you need something, and we'll be right in."

"Thank you." She said softly, watching as the nurse left. She sighed and opened the note again, smirking at JV's ramshackle poem. "Roses are Rosaceae, Violets are Violaceae, I don't know what else there is to say to ya… Love and Snot, Goof." She read out loud to herself, a smile on her face. "You are such a dork, Jack." She laughed.

Booth drove silently with Shane in the passenger seat, his eyes staring straight out at the road intensely as they drove toward the hospital. Shane glanced at Booth and watched the other man's jaw clench slightly. "Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened with Grace." He said softly. "I really screwed up."

"You sure did." Booth muttered, taking the next turn a little too sharply, he watched as Shane grabbed the handle above the door. He said nothing about the aggressive driving, just held on tightly. "I just don't understand."

"What?" Shane asked, glancing to the other man, he could see anger building up in his features, and his hands were gripping the steering wheel like he was strangling it.

"Why did it take you more than a minute to get out of the car and help her? How were they able to open that door to the car, hit her with it, and you weren't right there on their ass with your weapon drawn?" Booth asked, sliding around another curve, Shane swore the had gone onto two wheels. He just held on.

"It happened really fast." Shane said, sitting up straighter. He could feel a deep seeded anxiety rising to the surface. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was fear, all he knew was that the driver of their vehicle was putting all of his anger into his driving. "How you think that you're going to get away with it?" Booth asked, glaring at the young officer, he noted how Shane looked confused, and a bit concerned.

"Get away with what? I should have backed her up, that's all. I was slow."

"Slow? Slow?" Booth growled. "No, I think you were distracted." Booth huffed angrily, taking another sharp curve. "Do you think that I am a complete moron, Shane?" Booth asked. "Do you think that I don't pay attention, that I don't understand how this all works? Do you think that I didn't see the text messages on your phone from the exact time that my daughter was being shot at on a DC street? Text messages to another woman, a woman who is not your girlfriend, not your partner!" Booth asked, slamming on the brake as he yanked at the steering wheel to turn at the entrance of the hospital. "I know how to use a phone, Shane… maybe you should have deleted the messages before you handed the evidence to me yesterday." He came to a screeching halt in the parking lot, sending Shane's head snapping forward, his body snapped back by the seatbelt. "You're breaking up with her, Shane. Today. You're going to let my baby down easy, and you're going to find yourself a new partner, do you understand?" Booth squealed into a parking space and slammed on the brake again. "Either you're going to tell her, or I'm going to tell her, do you understand? She deserves better than this. She deserves better than you!"

"Listen, Booth. I don't see where you get off telling me…"

"No pal. This is where you get off. If you get my drift. Get out of my fucking car."

"Listen."

"Get out now."

Shane grabbed his seatbelt yanked it off, opening the door, he climbed out. "You're an asshole, Booth. You're a real asshole."

"Yeah, well I'd rather be an asshole than a lying, cheating, shitty cop!" Booth yelled.

Shane slammed the door and stomped toward the hospital, and Booth sat in his car for a minute as he tried to calm himself down. After several moments, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel, and he felt a little lighter. He had been holding onto this information since the morning before, and it was eating away at him. Once he had it off his chest, he felt like he could breathe a little easier. He sighed and opened his car door, his little girl on his mind, and it brought a smile to his face. With a quick lock of his door, he made his way quickly to the hospital, and his waiting Grace.