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Brennan looked at Booth. He was lying on his back, shattered glass everywhere. "Booth!" She crawled towards him.
"Don't move, lady!" The gunman's voice was panicked.
Brennan ignored him. She reached Booth. His eyes were closed, a gunshot wound to his chest, blood everywhere. "Oh, God, Booth, please, Booth, please look at me!"
"I said shut up!" The man was screaming at the woman now. "Keep that kid quiet! I need to think!" The woman pulled the boy closer to her. "Shh, it's okay" she whispered.
The man turned back to Brennan. She was trying to stop the flow of blood from the wound. "I told you not to move!" He waved the gun threateningly.
Brennan looked at him, fury mixed with fear in her eyes. "You do not want this man to die, trust me!" She turned back to Booth. "Booth, please, wake up. Please.."
He groaned and opened his eyes. "Bones?" he asked weakly.
Relief washed through her. "Thank God! Booth, hold still, it's going to be all right." She took the tablecloth from the table, folded it, and placed it on his chest over the wound.
"Bones" he said again. She looked down at him. He was moving his hand toward his gun that was lying on the floor beside him. The gunman hadn't seen it. She quickly pushed it out of sight under her jacket, which had fallen to the floor.
The gunman was pacing around the room, muttering. The woman had succeeded in quieting the little boy. Brennan glanced at her. She saw the terror in her eyes. "It's going to be okay." The woman didn't answer, just held her son tighter.
"What are you doing?" The man was back, standing over her.
"I'm trying to stop the bleeding. I told you, if he dies, you're up for murder." Brennan clenched her fists to keep from attacking him. Not yet she told herself.
The gunman moved closer. "What makes you think that I would care if he dies. How do you know I haven't killed before?"
Brennan looked directly in his eyes. "You should care, because if he dies, I will kill you myself." She held his gaze for a moment, then turned back to Booth.
The man laughed, though he sounded a little nervous. There was something in her eyes, she meant what she said. "Fine, do what you want, play doctor, but you better not try anything!"
"Bones...don't antoginize...him."
"Booth, try not to talk, okay?" She needed to put pressure on the wound. She took off his belt, trying not to hurt him too much. He winced. "Bones, if I had...only known...you wanted to undress me...we could have...done this a lot sooner..." He gave her a small smile.
She returned the smile, then slid the belt under his chest, pulling the ends up over the tablecloth covering his wound. "This might hurt a little." She tightened the belt, wincing at the flash of pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry" she whispered. She took his hand. "Just hang on, Booth, okay?"
The adreneline that had been keeping her going while she was helping Booth was now leaving her body. The fear was creeping up on her. Booth was in bad shape. He wouldn't last much longer if she couldn't think of a way out of here. No, she wasn't going to think like that. She wasn't going to lose him. This was Booth. He was strong, he could hang on, he'd be okay. She wasn't going to let anything happen to him. He had to be okay. For Parker. For her.
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