Tempe sat at her desk, staring at the pink ceramic pig figurine Booth had bought her a couple of weeks previous, she was obviously thinking about him and their whirlwind romance that had evolved over the past week and a bit and the events that had occurred since then. She was just starting to remember how kissing Booth's Tequila breath tasted, when the thought was shattered by a sudden bursting open motion of her office door. The sound startles her and she looks up and is shocked by what she sees. Standing there was Booth, right hand on his upper left arm, covering a bright red blood stain. His face had almost lost its entire colour and he appeared weak.

"Oh my god, Booth!" she gasps as she lets out a cry. She runs over to him, just reaching him in time to catch him as he collapses into her arms. She screams out for help and Angela dials for an ambulance. It was as if Tempe was having an outer body experience and watching all the events unfold below her, if this was a scene from a movie or a television drama, the scene would be played in silence or with a heart felt song playing over the top. But it wasn't, this was reality.

Tears start forming in her eyes and a lump develops in her throat as she holds him there, unconscious, waiting for someone to come and save the man she loves, she didn't wanna lose him, not now.

A little while later, Tempe is at the hospital, sitting beside Booth's bed, she holds his hand in hers, she's just glad he's ok.

"What happened to me?" Booth asks her. He looks up at her face and sees the fear and pain in her eyes; he lifts his hand, the one with many tubes attached to it, and wipes away a tear that has trickled down her cheek.

Tempe swallows back her tears and tries to swallow back the huge lump in her throat, but no success. She tries to speak but she knows that if she does she'll just break down in tears again.

Booth looks at his friend, his colleague, the woman he loves and immediately empathises with her. He brushes the stray stands of hair out of her face and lifts her chin with his hand.

"Hey, it's ok, I survived didn't i?" He tells her.

"Yeah, you did" she says finally. She reaches for her handbag on the floor and rummages through and pulls out a tissue to blow her nose and wipe away the tears that have ruined her mascara and soaked her skin, but she didn't care about the mascara.

"I just don't know what I would've done if you.." she stops, unable to finish the sentence, she breaks down again and puts her head on Booth's abdomen and cries. He strokes her hair and tells her it's ok, but she keeps on crying. He lets her cry, knowing that would be the best way to "get it all out", in the words of his psychiatrist.

Tempe felt someone touch her shoulder, it startles her and she abruptly sits up straight. She had no idea how long she had laid on Booth's abdomen, but she didn't care, she could lay there forever. Her black mascara tears had left behind evidence on Booth's white hospital gown and her hair was everywhere, but no one cared about that, not even Tempe herself.

It was Angela that had touched her on the shoulder. Tempe looked around and saw her friend standing behind her with a sympathetic smile on her face. Standing next to Angela was Hodgins, offering moral support for his fellow colleagues.

Booth was touched to have all his friends there by his bedside, he loved feeling loved. He watched as Angela hugged Tempe, comforting her friend, he wanted so much to stand up and pull Temperance into his arms and never let her go, but he was still weak and drugged up on pain killers. He just lay there watching her. He didn't mind that she left her mascara on his ugly white hospital gown, it was a little piece of Temperance, and he thought it gave the boring gown some colour.

His attention was soon taken away from Temperance when the Doctor came in to check his vitals and do some tests, what kinds of tests they were remained a mystery to Booth, he had always hated hospitals.

Soon after, Angela and Hodgins said goodbye and left some flowers and a joint card from both of them for Booth on the shelf behind his bed.

"Ok Agent Booth, ready to know the results?" the Doctor said.

"Yeah more than ever" Booth replied. He was getting sick of laying still; he just wanted to get out of there ASAP.

The Doctor had a strange personality that neither Booth nor Brennan could put a finger on and was sporting a large curly mass of hair. Booth thought he was a bit shady because he looked too young to be practising medicine; Tempe thought he must have graduated fast and early.

"Ok, well the bullet didn't cause too much damage to your arm, although it didn't exit, so we had to remove it and that part went really well."

"Remove it? When ?" Booth was confused, how long had he been out? The answer came soon enough.

"You were out for around two hours, just enough time to sedate you and operate" The Doctor told him, it was almost as if this young Doctor could read his thoughts. That was really reassuring, Booth thought to himself. Booth hoped he couldn't hear that one.

"So when can he go home?" Tempe asked Booth's Doctor

"I'll just get you to sign some forms and he should be able to be discharged today"

"That's great. Thankyou." said Tempe, really happy that she can now take Booth home and fuss over him. She smiled at the thought of having to nurse Booth like a big baby. Tempe walked over to Booth and gave him a kiss.

"I'll be right back. I'm so glad you you're ok" she told him.

"So am I" replied Booth. They shared another quick kiss and Tempe leaves to go sign Booth's hospital forms.