Chapter 14 – The Wannabe in the Weeds

Brennan was looking down at the remains and shook her head in disbelief. "Every bone appears to be broken."

Booth sneezed loudly, causing Cam to say, "Bless you."

Booth snuffled out an, "Ugh. Thank you."

Brennan looked at the remains closely before saying, "Pelvic fragment suggests it's a male..."

Booth sneezed again, rather loudly, which caused Cam to look up that time and ask, "Are you okay?"

Booth rubbed his nose before he waved her concern away. "Thank you, fine. Just..."

Brennan looked at Cam and told her as an explanation, "Particles from the cut grass are causing his mast cells to release inflammatory mediators."

That sounded a lot worse than what he had. "It's just allergies, Bones."

Brennan looked at him confused. 'I know. That's what I said."

Cam nodded her head before returning to examine the remains. "Given the degree of decomp he's been dead a couple of weeks."

Booth asked, "Body dump?"

Cam nodded. "Lividity's indeterminate."

Booth felt another sneeze coming on and tried to stop it. "Oh" Unsuccessfully, that is.

Brennan couldn't help but ask, "How does a former sniper have a grass allergy? I mean, wouldn't a sneeze give away your position?"

Booth pointed out, "Bones, okay, I worked in the desert. Sand, no grass." Well, he did work the forest that one time…and looked what that got him. He smiled slightly at that thought.

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan walked through the gym looking for the manager as they talked about the people they were seeing. "Look, these people are just trying to get healthy Bones. That's all."

Brennan snorted at that. She didn't need to come to a gym to be healthy. She did Pilates at home and she ran three times a week. "There is a fine line between 'health' and 'vanity'."

Booth however took note of a woman working out on one of the machines. He loved his wife very much, but that did not mean that he didn't have eyes. There are many beautiful women in the world and he took notice every once in a while. "Huh?"

Brennan starts to rant a little, "Well, this obsession with physical perfection clouds a society's moral vision." She then noticed that Booth wasn't even paying her any attention, instead he was looking at that woman workout. She slapped his arm and said with mild amusement. "You are ogling that woman!"

Booth looked at her, embarrassed that he had been caught. "What? No, I'm not, I'm just…"

Brennan knew that Booth meant nothing by it. She wasn't offended or put-off. She too, on occasion, admired a man physique for what it was. A fine specimen. However that didn't mean that she would act on such thoughts. And she also knew that Booth wouldn't either. "Yes you are!"

Booth tried to recover, hoping that the slight smile on her lips was a good thing. "I, I, I'm just... um, admiring her routine."

Dr. Jason Bergman walked up to them then, cutting off any further conversation. "I am the Wellness Centre's manager, Dr. Jason. I understand you're with the FBI."

Booth nodded as he introduced them, "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, this here's Dr. Temperance Brennan. We're here about Thomas Sour."

Jason looked at them suspiciously before he asked, "He in trouble?"

Booth took note of his reaction before he told him plainly, "He's dead."

Jason sighed as he nodded his head in aggravation. "That explains why he's not returning my calls."

Booth said, "You don't seem too upset about that."

Jason shrugged his shoulders as he explained, "Tommy was my most popular trainer. Since he disappeared, I've had to deal with a lot of angry clients. You're with the FBI, that mean Tommy was murdered?"

Booth didn't answer that question. He instead asked, "You wouldn't happen to know a woman, a client of his, Pam? Some people refer to her as 'Fat Pam'?"

Jason nodded his head in recognition. "I know who you mean. Pam Nunan. She booked two hour sessions. Paid cash. Perfect client. Until…"

Brennan prompted, "Until?"

Jason told them, "Until she fell in love with Tommy. Started to freak him out."

Brennan's brow furrowed. "How so?"

Jason expounded. "She was too handsy. She'd rub up against him. Even invited him on a Caribbean cruise."

Booth jotted that down on his note card before he asked, "Would you happen to have Ms. Nunan's address?"

Jason nodded. "Sure."

Jason started to walk toward his office to grab her file, allowing Booth to notice the same woman as before, but now she was stretching. Brennan took notice and slapped his arm again. "Booth!"

Booth looked at her and smiled sheepishly for getting caught again. "Yeah?"

Brennan pointed at the woman and narrowed her eyes slightly, "That's not helping the investigation."

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were meeting with Pam Nunan in Booth's office. She had brought with her a photo album, full of images of Tommy. She touched them with a loving – albeit creepy – hand as she said, "He's such a cutie, isn't he? Tommy is such a wonderful person. Big heart, and so devoted."

Even Brennan knew that such behavior was…strange. "You brought a photo album?"

Pam looked at her like that was such a stupid thing to ask. "You said you wanted to talk about Tommy. I figured you'd like to see pictures."

Booth held out his hand for the album as he said, "Those pictures are," he looked at the pictures and commented, "They are taken from quite a distance, Pam."

Pam laughed lightly as she told them, "He's so shy. It's one of the things I love about him."

Brennan pursed her lips at that. "We understand that Tommy was your personal trainer?"

Pam sighed happily as she smiled at them. "Oh, he was so much more than that. Before I met Tommy, I was so down on myself. But Tommy... he's such a sweetheart."

Brennan couldn't help but ask, "Does Tommy share your affection?"

Pam glared at her as she said, "Why do you ask it like that?" She then turned to Booth and asked, "Because I don't look like a scarecrow? Like her?"

Brennan hadn't been expecting that reaction. "Hey! What - what are you coming after me for?" She then turned to Booth as well, a hint of worry coming into her voice, "D-do I look like a scarecrow?"

Booth looked at her and thought she definitely did not look like a scarecrow. Actually, just thinking of how much she didn't look like one, inflamed him to want to show her how much he loved her curves. However, they were on the job…with a suspect. He cleared his throat of what he knew was going to huskiness before he said, "Well, you…" There was no way to say it without getting suggestive at that point, so Booth decided to placate their suspect. He turned to Pam and told her, "I think you look good." Booth saw Brennan pout a little at his lack of answer, but he smiled internally as he thought of what he could do to show exactly what he thought.

Pam smiled at Booth as she said, "Thank you. Like Tommy, you see me for who I really am. Not... scrawny." Pam then pointedly glared at Brennan.

Brennan sat up straighter in her chair and said indignantly, "What - I am not scrawny. My body mass index is well within the normal limits…"

Booth waved a hand and tried to get them back on track. "Can we talk about Tommy please?"

Pam raised her chin in the air as she said proudly, "If he didn't love me, why would he want to marry me?"

Booth had a real hard believing that. "Marry you? He was going to marry you?"

Pam nodded as she said earnestly, "Tommy's my life. And I'm his. Whatever you think he's done, I know he didn't do it."

Brennan raised a brow as she finally told the woman – who was getting on her bad side very quickly, "We're not worried about what he did. It's what you might have done."

Booth noticed that Pam looked at both of them confused. He told her as gently as possible, "Tommy is dead."

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were sitting at the bar of the Royal Diner. Brennan was still trying to tamp down her arousal from seeing Booth act so dominant over the two scammers at the Checker Box. It always got her hot when Booth showed his dominant alpha male side. So there she sat listening to Booth, trying to focus on what he was saying and not his well-formed body. "I get it when a college kid wants to be a rock star, but half of those singers were over 30! Do they really think they're going to be famous?"

Brennan shrugged her shoulders as she finally was able to focus long enough to contribute something, "The need to stand out from the crowd is innate."

Booth scoffed at that. "It's obnoxious!"

Brennan pointed out, "You were the best sniper when you were in the army."

Booth told her, "I was just doing my job, okay? Well."

Brennan nodded as she said, "And that set you apart from the others."

Booth shook his head as he told her, "Bones, we're talking about singing some nightmarish Broadway songs."

Brennan smiled at him as she tried to explain, "Booth, it doesn't matter. Whoever is best has the status and power..." She couldn't help tell him in a huskier voice, "And becomes the superior mate."

Booth snorted softly. "Yeah, well I tell you that some of those people are not going to be mating, that's for sure."

Brennan leaned into him as she brought her hand down to his knee. She was going to have a little fun with him, warm him up – so to speak – before they got home. "But they will have the power and prestige. You enjoy it because you are a superb agent."

Booth sat up a little straighter and noticed her soft caress on his thigh – which was inching closer to his groin by the second. Which in turned, inflamed him greatly. "You think?"

Brennan smiled as she nodded, "Yes, of course. Since I am the best in my field, it would be self destructive for me to work with someone who's…beneath me."

Booth caught on to her double meaning by that phrase and tried to tamp down his hunger for her. "Oh. Okay. Well that's good. 'Cause, um, you know, I have to be honest here. Sometimes I think that you think you're better than me." Meaning on the job and not in the bed, he told her silently

Brennan smiled at him as she inched her hand up a little hit more. "Well, objectively, I am more intelligent..."

Booth grabbed his cup of coffee and he said, trying to ignore her hand and how his dick grew harder and larger, pressing against his jeans, "There you go..."

Brennan moved her hand up just a little bit before she cup his arousal fully in her hand through her pants. "In certain areas, and in others... I understand my limitations, and I... admire your expertise."

Booth closed his eyes as he felt her start to move her hand up and down slowly on his shaft. "Huh. You admire me?"

Brennan licked her lips as she said, "In certain areas of expertise."

Booth tried to control himself, so as not to give away what they were doing to others. Which was becoming harder – in both senses – since all he wanted to do was jerk his hips into her touch. He managed to say in a deeper voice, "Well, I admire your expertise. You have a whole," he groaned silently as she increased her pressure, "science thing."

Brennan smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you. I'm an author, too."

Booth just nodded as his hips lifted slightly off his stool. "I know"

Brennan took that movement as a sign that if she went any further they were going to not make it back to their place. So she withdrew her hand, which earned her a groan of protest from Booth as well as a slight glare, as she told him, "Best selling, and that also gives me elevated status."

Booth huffed in aggravation. It was just like her to leave him all worked up and still continue on with their conversation. Sometimes he didn't know how she kept such a neutral face, when all he wanted to do was slam her against the wall and fuck her senseless. He spoke into his cup as he picked it up and tried to, once again tamp down his hard on. "Here comes the ego."

Brennan smiled slightly at her husband's obvious agitation. "No, I'm not saying that society is correct to elevate me. I'm not saying that I deserve the elevation... I'm just saying... that it occurs. Society should elevate scholars and teachers not actors and athletes."

Booth cell rang as he asked her, "Yeah, what about cops?"

Brennan took a fry as she nodded her head, "They're very important."

Booth nodded his head in agreement as he answered his phone. "Yeah, it's Agent Booth"

Pam smiled widely as she watched him in the diner, "It's Pam. Pam Nunan."

Booth thought it was very strange for her to be calling him on his cell phone, but asked, "How can I help you, Miss Nunan?"

Pam asked, a little breathlessly, "Are you available to meet?"

Booth looked at Brennan, concern etching his face as he said, "I'm sorry, uh... how did you get my number?"

Pam laughed as she told him, "Your office patched me through. I said I was your mother."

Booth sat there a little stunned before he recovered and said, "Yeah, Dr. Brennan and I can meet with you."

Pam frowned as she told him, "No. Just you."

Booth cleared his throat as he tried to think of what to do. "Well if it's relevant to the case, Ms. Nunan, I think it would be important that Dr. Brennan…"

Pam rushed on to cut off whatever he was going to say. She was going to show him that she was better than that partner of his. "I can be at your office in a half hour, but you have to meet me alone."

Booth honestly didn't like what he heard on the other line. "I... I'm sorry, is this about Tommy?"

Pam smiled as she told him, "What else would it be about Agent Booth?" What he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

Booth had a very bad feeling about this, but agreed, "Okay. A half hour."

Brennan looked at him concerned, "What'd she want?"

Booth shook his head as he told her in a dazed state, "She wants to see me. Without you."

Brennan furrowed her brow. "Did she say why?"

Booth shrugged his shoulders as he said what he hoped was the truth, "Probably because you make her feel uncomfortable."

Brennan didn't understand that at all. She had been nothing but…cordial with the woman. "How so?"

Booth looked at her, still worried, as he said, "Well because... You're you. You're a well adjusted woman."

Brennan couldn't help but add, "And a bestselling author. I was on the New York Times list for 18 weeks and I won the Ed..." She noticed his look, picked up a fry, and took a bite out of it. Okay, she had made her point.

~BONES~

Booth entered his office with Pam following him. "Right this way"

Pam smiled at him, "I really appreciate you seeing me."

Booth moved behind his desk as he motioned for her to have a seat, "Well, it's my job."

Pam laughed at that. "That's precious, it's your job"

Booth tried to refocus her attention. "You said you had information about the-"

Pam looked around a little and saw one of Booth's posters, "Hockey fan! I have that same print at my office. And it's Pam. I have season tickets to the Capitals, we should go sometime."

Booth didn't know what to make with Pam, "Ms. Nunan, about the case..."

Pam smiled at him a she tilted her head to the side, "Seeley, please. Pam. I need to ask you something."

Booth brow furrowed, "Okay, well usually I ask the questions…"

Pam didn't even wait for him to finish that sentence. "Are you dating Dr. Brennan?"

Booth was taken aback. This was starting to worry him. "No, she's my partner."

Pam smiled at that answer. He was available. "I see." She then noticed the picture of Parker behind Booth's desk. "Your nephew?"

Booth stepped in front of the picture. This was definitely getting creepy. "It's my son."

Pam looked at him disappointed, "You're married?"

Booth didn't know how to answer that. "That's not relevant to the case Ms. Nunan. Listen. I'm, I'm kind of busy here Ms. Nunan…"

Pam took that answer as a no as well, "I brought you something."

Pam brought out a small wrapped bag from her purse and handed it to Booth, who began to unwrap it. He pulled out a pair of green socks, the rest fell to the floor. He looked at them confused and then back up at her, "Okay…"

Pam told him happily, "I know you've got a thing for socks."

Booth looked at her, definitely concerned now. "How did you, uh..."

Pam smiled sweetly at him, "I noticed them last time. On the outside, you're this big tough FBI guy... but really you're just like me. Unpredictable. Like Tommy was."

Booth brought his hands up and tried to ward her off. "Please…"

Pam nodded, misunderstanding his plea. "I know. We shouldn't talk about our old flames. Especially when we're just getting to know each other."

Booth put the socks on his desk as he tried to get out of there as fast as possible. "Ms. Nunan, you said you had information about Tommy Sour's murder."

Pam's eyes started to wander around his office as she said, "Really? I have faith you'll find out who killed him. And Tommy wouldn't want me to grieve forever. Look at all these commendations... You're really great at your job, aren't you?" She bent down ot pick up the socks that had fallen and hand them to Booth, moving closer to him. "It's one of the reasons I'm drawn to you."

Booth backed away immediately and raised his hands up to ward her off. "Ma'am, this is way inappropriate."

Pam laughed at his words. "Ma'am! That is so cute! I can't wait to tell my mom you just said that. Well. Bye for now."

Booth watched her warily as she left. He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just knew that whatever Pam was thinking was going to be bad for him and if he didn't do something soon to fix it, Brennan as well. Because Pam was already jealous of his wife and once she found out that there was no way in hell that they were getting together, it wouldn't be long until she figured out why. Damn.

~BONES~

Brennan heard Booth open and close the door as he walked into their apartment. She called out from their bedroom, "What did Pam tell you?" However, Booth didn't answer her. Brennan looked up from her spot on their bed, where she had been reading a journal, when Booth walked in. He looked…worried. "What is it Booth? What happened?"

But Booth still didn't answer her. Instead he walked over to her, leaned down, and started to kiss her senselessly. She didn't know what had gotten into him, but she responded in return eagerly.

Booth had thought hard on his drive back home. For some very strange reason though, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. He knew that he needed to keep his senses alert for any sign that he was being followed. Pam was unstable. Just like Sweets said. But when he had stepped into his home and heard his wife's voice, the only thing he felt was a violent need to be with her. So that's what landed them in their position. Her magazine was thrown haphazardly to the ground as he worked her top off and she worked his buckle, pants, and boxers off – because somehow his shirt was no longer on him.

Their tongues slid against each other in a provocative dance as his pelvis grounded down into hers slightly. Brennan moaned into his mouth, before he broke away for a gulp of air and then he descended down to her breasts. He kissed, licked, and sucked both of them until her nipples were hard peaks. Brennan threaded her fingers through his hair as she moaned loudly, feeling two of his fingers enter her core. "Oh God, Booth!"

Booth kissed his way up to her neck as he whispered roughly into her ear, "I love you so much, baby. So much."

Brennan nodded her agreement as one of her hand slid between their bodies and she fisted him, stroking him once and then twice as he increased his own movement in her center. Booth rubbed his thumb over her clit, which undid her immediately. She screamed out his name as she fisted him a little bit harder. Booth though didn't want to come in her hand.

He pushed her hand away from him as he leaned over her still flushed body. Her climax had just started to subside when he rammed into her suddenly. The new sensations sent her very close to again and when he stroked out and back in, hitting both her g-spot and clit, she screamed again in ecstasy. Booth pumped into her three more times before he buried himself to the hilt in her as his own orgasm took over him. He groaned her name loudly, his arms giving out on him as he collapsed on top of her.

He stayed like that only for a few seconds though before he rolled off onto his side of the bed, tugging her into his side in the process. He heard her contented sigh and his mind cleared in that moment of everything that happened. He would worry about that tomorrow. Right now, he was going to enjoy to feel of his woman in his arms.

~BONES~

Booth walked into Brennan's office to find her and Sweets watching some type of video. "What are you watching?"

Brennan looked at Booth and smiled at him. "Oh, Dr. Sweets found Tommy Sour's MySpace video."

Booth watched the video a little longer before he shrugged his shoulders. "He's got an okay voice. But he's trying a bit hard, don't you think?"

Sweets nodded, "Yeah, there are two types of performers. Presentational singers crave attention, it's ego-driven. The representational singer wants the audience to feel. It's about invoking a cathartic experience."

Booth didn't need to hear the kid's psychological jibber-jabber, "He's showing off"

Sweets nodded again. "Presentational. Easy on the eyes, easy to forget. One hit wonder at best. Like Chumbawamba."

Brennan looked at him confused, "Chumba-whata?"

Sweets looked at Booth for help, but saw he was going to get none there. "Tubthumping? Oh come on, are you serious? It's a great song! It's anthemic!"

Brennan narrowed her eyes and asked, "So this is all simple psychology to you?"

Sweets answered, "People's actions are motivated by their need. When we discover our needs, we discover who we are. So yes."

Brennan shook her head. That was why she hated psychology. "No, society makes us who we are, not psychology. Society shapes our actions. Culture compels us, not some toilet training mishap."

It was too early in the morning for Booth for this. He pulled Sweets chair to the side and grabbed his own to place in between the two of them. He had left before Brennan awakened to get a jump start on his plan of action. He had asked Charlie to find any files, complaints, etc. on Pam. "Okay, look, I'm just going to break you two up, you're giving me a headache. If you keep this fighting up, no one's getting dessert."

Sweets smiled as he said, "Aw, we're not fighting. It's just a collegial debate, right?"

Brennan looked at him, still not sure if she should agree with him or not. "Right." She then remembered that Booth never had answered her question last night. Having mind-blowing sex did that to her. "How'd it go with Pam?"

Sweets saw Booth's hesitation and knew instantly something wasn't right. "Wait, you saw her again?"

Booth tried to act like it was nothing. "What's the big deal Sweets? She just gave me a pair of socks!" Brennan laughed suddenly at that. The woman gave him socks. That was funny. Booth looked at her and said semi-seriously, "What? It's not funny."

Sweets shook his head and agreed, "It's not funny."

Brennan smiled at them both as she asked, "Why did I laugh?"

Sweets sighed as he tried to explain, "Pam Nunan controls your emotional agenda through seeming vulnerability followed by generosity. It's classic manipulation."

Booth threw his hands up and said, "Then I'll just mail the socks back."

Brennan then noticed something on the screen, "Look! Tommy was about to release a CD."

Booth read the title of it, "'I Can't Do Better Than You'."

Brennan looked at the two men as she pointed out, "Wonder if Pam thought that was meant for her."

Sweets had to agree with that, "Yeah, she probably saw secret messages in all of his songs."

Brennan smiled slightly as she remembered what it was like when she was like Tommy. "Until I was thirteen, I wanted to be the next Cindy Lauper."

Booth hadn't known that about her. He knew that she loved Cyndi, but to be her. "I'd say you're kidding, but I don't think you know how to kid."

Brennan laughed as told them, "The other girls and I referred to her as 'rad'. My mother said that I sang just as well."

Booth knew that she sang better than Cyndi. But he couldn't help but tease. "As well as Cindy Lauper?"

Brennan said defensively, "Yes." Booth knew how well she sang.

Sweets smiled at Brennan as he told her, "Mother's do that. It's healthy."

Brennan shook her head as she told them earnestly, "No, this wasn't just flattery. My mother told me that I sang 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' better than she did."

Booth chuckled at her tone. She always became very vocal about her singing when it was challenged. Sweets shook his head as he told her, "It was an expression of affection, Dr. Brennan. Not an objective evaluation of your abilities."

Brennan narrowed her eyes on him and told him boldly, "Well, I think you're wrong."

This was exactly what Booth needed. His wife's voice was gorgeous and it always made him feel better. "Okay then. Go ahead. Belt it out."

Brennan shot him a look of surprise. "No!"

Sweets definitely wanted to hear this. "Yeah! Come on, give us a few bars."

Brennan crossed her arms and refused, "Absolutely not!"

Booth smiled charmingly at her and tried to persuade her. "Yeah, come on!"

Brennan tried to hold back her smile as she told them, "I can't just burst into song! I have to have music, and... an appropriate atmosphere... of frivolity."

Booth laughed as he shook his head. "Diva! Forensic genius, bestselling author, better than Cindy Lauper..."

Sweets however cut Booth off when he noticed a man on the screen.

~BONES~

Brennan had no clue why Booth had told her to meet him at the Checker Box. She had been just finishing up the file at work when she got his call. Brennan looked around surprised to see everyone there.

Booth saw his wife enter and started to walk over to her as she asked confused, "What's going on? Why did you call me here, Booth?"

Booth smiled broadly at her. "Your need to sing in front of a live audience, it's innate Bones." He then leaned in a whispered, "I love your voice, babe. You should sing more often."

Brennan looked at him in disbelief. A smile formed on her face as she laughed, "No way..."

Booth clapped his hands together, eager to hear her sing. "Hey, I've got the music, the frivolity. What else do you need?"

The others started clapping and cheering her on, as Hodgins yelled out, "Come on Dr. Brennan, you can do it! We're here for you, we're here for you!"

The pianist started playing Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cindy Lauper, as Sweets pushed her in the direction of the stage, "You're very controlled Dr. Brennan, I think it would be a good idea for you to let yourself go."

Brennan gave him a look. "Really? What about you?"

Sweets raised his hands in defense, "Hey, I will be singing 'Lime in Da Coconut' after you. You will be extremely impressed. As was my Abnormal Psychology class in college. This opportunity is a gift from Agent Booth. Trust yourself, trust your friends. Let 'er rip, let's hear it!"

Everyone was still cheering her on as Brennan allowed herself to be pushed onto the stage. She grinned bemusedly at her friends. After a moment's pause, she removed her jacket to the wild applause of her friends, grabbed the microphone and began to sing. "Come home, in the morning light, my mother says 'When you gonna live your life right?'..."

Pam entered the facility looking for Booth as Brennan continued to sing, "Oh mama dear we're not the fortunate ones, and girls they wanna have fun..." Booth smiled at Brennan, happy to see her so free. She was always like that when she sang. He playfully pulled out his lighter and swayed it to the music. The others laughed and a few joined him as Brennan continued to sing, "Oh girls just wanna have fun!" Everyone cheered as they watched Brennan dance on stage.

Pam watched on by the bar, depressed and nervous, as Brennan continued with the song, "The phone rings, in the middle of the night my father yells 'What you gonna do with your life?'...Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one, but girls they wanna have fun..." Everyone couldn't believe what they're seeing. They laughed at Brennan's energy and enthusiasm, enjoying every second. Booth in particular, was dancing freely to his wife's singing in his chair. It reminded him of the jazz club he took her to a few years back. Pam however, was staring at Booth with disgust as she whispered, "Look at me. Not her."

But everyone was unaware of her as Brennan sang the next line, "Oh girls just want to have... that's all they really want, ohh-ohhh-ohhha!"

Pam couldn't take it anymore. She reached into her bag and pulled out a gun. She then yelled, "Seeley!" But he couldn't hear her over Brennan's singing. So she yelled louder, "SEELEY!" Booth looked behind him and saw Pam as she said, "I'm doing this for us." She cocked her gun and aimed it directly at Brennan, who was still singing and dancing.

Booth's instincts to protect his wife went into overdrive as he drew his weapon. But he knew it was too late to shoot, so he instead leapt from his seat to get in the way of Pam's gun, blocking Brennan from the bullet. Pam fired the gun and Booth felt the pain instantly as the bullet pierced through his chest. He stumbled backwards in shock as he looked down at the wound.

Everything stopped in that moment for Brennan. She looked up to see Pam's gun aimed at Booth and knew instantly. She vaguely heard people screaming, but she paid no attention to that as she watched Booth fall backwards, as Pam stared shocked and horrified at what just happened. Brennan jumped off the stage to be at his side. She needed to help him! She knelt down and whispered to Booth desperately, "You're going to be fine Seeley."

Pam was still horrified, but became outraged when she saw Brennan rushing to Booth's aid. She aimed her gun again, but Brennan looked up in that moment and saw what she was intending to do. She grabbed her husband's abandoned gun and fired it at Pam, shooting her in the throat before she turned her attention back to Booth. Everyone didn't know what to do for a few seconds due to shock, but then their minds started to work again and they jumped into action. Hodgins yelled, "Zach! Call 911!"

Brennan was kneeling over Booth, who was blinking up at the ceiling with a dazed expression – clearly not seeing much of anything, as she applied pressure to the wound. Brennan was calling out to him, becoming more and more desperate when he didn't answer her. But Booth couldn't think. He felt the pain of the gunshot and he heard Brennan's cries for him. But his mind was in a haze. Everything was starting to get blurry on the edges.

Brennan felt Booth's blood seeping through her fingers as tears started to fall from her eyes. She kept on talking to him though, in efforts to keep him awake, but it was almost like a whisper – like a secret between the two was being told. "Seeley, you're going to be fine. I'm right here. Oh god. You're gonna do this. You're gonna be fine. You're going to make this. Come on Booth, don't you dare leave me." Brennan saw that Booth was blinking slower and slower. She leaned down and hugged him fiercely, whispering in his ear. "Come on. Come on, Booth. You're gonna make it." When she felt his breathing slow, she applied more pressure as she let go of him.

"COME ON! COME ON, BOOTH! COME ON! Come on come on come on. You're gonna make this, come on. Oh god." She couldn't lose him. She just couldn't. "You're gonna do this. Come on! COME ON! Come on Booth! It's gonna be fine, come on Booth."

Booth wanted to comfort his wife. He wanted to take away those tears. But his vision was failing him; it started to go black on the edges. He willed his body to bring his hand up to cup Brennan's cheek, but it wouldn't budge. The last thing he saw before his vision completely failed was Brennan's petrified expression with her yelling, "Come on Booth, no. No, come on Booth... COME ON BOOTH!"

A/N2: Oh dear! Now that Cyndi Lauper is officially ruined for the two of them, what will Brennan do? Click that next button to find out. That's right the next chapter is already up. But WAIT! Review first to tell me what you thought of this chapter. You know you want to :).

And if anyone thought that Brennan was too nonchalant about Booth eyeing the other woman, well…that is how I always pictured her reacting. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right. I can't imagine her getting all angry over that…unless a woman was hitting on Booth, THEN I can see her getting possessive. But she knows that Booth is her man…and all the woman out there, have none of you looked at a man because he was hot? Why is it so different when a man does it then? I hate double-standards and I know Brennan does to. Thank you.