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Brennan watched the door close.

"So it's just you and me, huh?" Sam looked to the floor. "Oh, and your boyfriend." He looked back at her. "But I guess he's not going to give me any trouble, is he?"

Brennan turned away so that he wouldn't see the fury in her eyes. Her eyes went to her jacket, thinking of the gun hidden underneath. She knelt down beside Booth, hoping Sam would leave her alone long enough to get it.

"Bones?" Booth struggled to open his eyes. "Temeperance?" His voice was barely a whisper. He was feverish, beads of sweat glistening on his face. She laid her hand on his cheek. "Just hold on, Booth. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

Sam was on the phone again. He was still turned to look at her, but most of his attention was on the conversation. She slowly reached over and pulled out the gun, using her body to block his view.

"I've given you enough time! I want that car here, now!" He hung up the phone.

Brennan stood up once more, and turned to face him, keeping the gun out of sight behind her back.

"Soon time to go." He smiled at her. "You'll be going with me. Just until I'm away." He reached for her arm. "Unlees you decide you want to stay."

She reached out, striking his wrist, and knocking the gun out of his hand. The suddeness of her attack took him by surprise. She brought the gun out from behind her back and pointed it at him, but he had lunged forward, sending them both to the ground, the gun slipping from her grip and flying across the floor.

Booth tried to sit up. There was something he had to do, but he couldn't remember what it was. Bones. He needed to tell her something, but she wouldn't let him. Everything was so hazy. Where was he? Why couldn't he open his eyes? He was so tired, and pain tore through him every time he tried to move. I'll just rest for a minute he thought. He felt himself giving in to the pain. It was pulling him down. Then he heard her cry out. "Temperance!" His eyes flew open. Everything came back to him in a rush. They were at the diner, he was shot. And she was going to do something crazy! He turned his head and saw her, fighting the man. He tried to reach for his gun. He knew that she had hidden it under her jacket, but when he finally reached it, it wasn't there. She must have taken it. His eyes roamed the floor, and then he saw it. Too far for him to reach. With the rest of his strength, he pulled himself up. He reached for the gun he always kept at his ankle.

Brennan managed to dislodge herself from Sam's grasp, and got to her feet. He was also getting up. She kicked him, sending him back against the wall. She dived for the gun. She was almost there when she felt his hand on her shirt, pulling her back towards him.

The gunshot was deafening in the room. Sam fell to the floor.

The gun slipped out of Booth's hand, and fell to the floor beside him. The pain was unbearable, pulling him down, trying to claim him. The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was her face looking down at him, tears falling from her eyes.

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Brennan watched as Booth's eyes closed. She didn't hear the voices calling in to her, asking what had happened. She didn't feel the tears sliding down her cheeks. She dropped to her knees beside him. This man who had comforted her, protected her, had become both her friend and her family. The man who had given up everything for her. "Booth." She took his hand. "Please, Booth, don't leave me." His pulse was weak, he struggled for breath. "Booth, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't let you in, that I didn't tell you." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. "I love you" she whispered.

Then gentle hands were pulling her away from him, making way for the paramedics. She watched as they put him on the stretcher and wheeled him to the ambulance waiting outside. She was numb, she couldn't seem to feel anything. This day that had been so wonderful, filled with such promise had been shattered in just one moment. She didn't know what to do, she just knew that she couldn't lose him, that she couldn't live without him.

She held his hand during the ride to the hospital, not saying anything, thoughts running through her mind. His eyes that always showed such emotion. His smile that lit up a room, and made her want to do anything for him. Please hang on, Booth, please

They reached the hospital, and she watched as they rushed him into the ER. She was left behind, and she suddenly felt lost and afraid. She needed Booth, she needed his arms to hold her, to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be all right. He was the one she turned to when she was afraid, and now, when she felt more afraid than she had ever felt in her life, he wasn't there for her. She watched them working frantically to save him, and she never felt more alone.