"Bones I'm so sorry." He said as he dropped the gun. She didn't know why he was apologizing. This man had broken into her home, and now that she looked at him she saw that he was armed. His gun was still in his hand.

"What's wrong Booth?"

"I've ruined everything." He said just making her even more puzzled. He pulled out his phone, she had to sit down because her ankle was throbbing now.

"Cullen, I'm in a hell of a lot of trouble. Can you come over to Dr Brennan's apartment please?" he paused for a second. "Yes the mob… great thank you sir." He sighed and grabbed a towel and started to wipe the blood off his face. Brennan was about to talk but there was a knock on the door.

"Temperance?" Tina Carroll from next door was standing at her door. "I heard a gunshot. Are you alright?"

"Hey Tina. Don't come in! We just had a little problem. An intruder, it's all alright." Tina had come into the living room despite Brennan's warning. When she saw Booth her worried look faded. "Oh Booth's here. You're sure everything's alright?" Then she saw the blood.

"Yes Tina. Just an intruder. Don't worry it's all sorted now. My guys are on the way so maybe you could let the other neighbours know not to be alarmed. Please." Booth said, throwing the towel into the sink.

"No problem." She left.

"Booth what do you mean you've ruined everything?" she was really worried. She knew he hated having to kill someone no matter what they'd done, but he seemed to have taken this way too hard.

"Bones I asked you, nearly begged you not to take that case!" she looked at him "this is Damien Dunne's son." She gasped because even she knew who he was. "He came here because his father's linked to the case!"

"And you shot him."

"Yes."

"So…" but he interrupted,

"So there'll be a hit out on both of us within an hour once they find out!"

"Oh great."

"I know. Bones I'm so sorry."

"Booth don't worry. We'll just wait for Cullen to get here." She stared at the patch of floor that was in front of her. Booth couldn't move he just stayed where he was looking at the man that was lying on the floor.