Hmm, where shall I start. I guess saying that I'm sorry for the wait is a good place to start. So yes, I am really terribly sorry that I made you wait…what is it now… TWENTY DAYS!!... geez guess I am crazy. Thank you Bonewormlady for reminding me that I had readers anxious to read this chapter and putting me back on track. And I send thanks to the rest of the reviewers for making me break my record for the number of times I've rolled my eyes in less than a minute. You guys are fantastic, but don't you guys know me well enough by now that I won't really kill any of my favorite characters? In case you didn't know, that means that the only people I will kill is Perotta, Sully, Jared, Michael Stires… shall I go on?

Booth's PoV

(One minute before execution)

A group of five people were standing near the door, guns in their hands, and huge grins on their faces. Another man, probably the boss of the five people was looking through a small closet. I was bound tightly to a pole, a small white piece of cloth right over my heart. I knew they would execute me. I was prepared for it, but I was worried about Bones. No one had come In for over twenty minutes, so I had no idea as to what was going on with the outside. I had no idea if any of the other agents and broken free from their predicament, if they were coming to break me free. Bones knew that I was raiding this place, but does she know that I'm going to die, and this time there won't be a faked funeral?

The boss came out from the closet and walked towards me.

"Well, Agent Booth. It'll only be a few minutes more to wait. Such a shame don't you think?" he sneered.

I glared at him, and when he turned his back, I spat at his feet. He span around, a look of pure anger on his face. He raised his hand but turned when the phone in the corner rang. I smirked as he ran to the phone.

However, it was his turn to smirk when he hung up. The guys knew exactly what the call was about and had lined up, guns at the ready.

"Ready!"

I closed my eyes.

"Aim!"

I sent a quick prayer for Bones and Parker.

Next thing I heard was several gunshots, but no pain. Perhaps, I didn't even feel the first gunshot. Perhaps, I was in heaven now. Still, I was afraid to open my eyes.

Then I heard a slightly familiar laugh, "Are you going to sit there with your eyes closed or are you going to thank me for saving your ass?"

I opened them to see the familiar blonde hair of Agent Perotta as she untied the ropes binding me to the pole.

"Thank you," I grinned as I was finally free.

She laughed again, "You're welcome."

The door opened, and a young agent stepped in, "Uh, we have a problem."

"What is it?" I asked as I stood, flexing my arms and legs to regain the feeling in them.

"Ortiz just told your partner that you were executed, and we have exactly one minute before she goes Rambo on this place."

"You serious?" Perotta asked the kid.

"Dead serious."

I motioned towards Perotta, "Give me a gun."

She handed me her gun and took the one from her ankle for herself. I ran through the door, leaving the other agents to follow. I was going to stop Bones before she began the suicidal task of avenging my 'death'.

We ran into very few guards as we went down the hallway, and the ones that we ran into, we incapacitated quickly. With as little time that we had, I was not going to take chances. As we grew closer, more and more agents joined our ranks. As I later learned, it took us 34 seconds to reach the main room, and by that time, we were more than ready. I knocked down the room, and shot the guards that were going to take shots at us. The look of pure defeat on Ortiz's face was just perfectly beautiful. This was over, and we both knew who the winner was.


Brennan's PoV

"NO!" I yelled into the mic. "Not now, not ever! I don't give a damn if this puts me behind bars, but I will use everything I can get my hands on to end all of you. I swear it. But most importantly, I'm coming for you!"

"You have one minute to surrender," I nearly whispered. "After that, you are dead."

Just as I switched off the mic, Cullen switched into rampage mode, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"

"I think I'm saving your agents!" I flew back at him, full force.

"More like getting them killed."

"Apparently, your head isn't very clear because if it was, you would come to the conclusion like I have that the agents are separated. If one of the guards were trigger happy and the agents were all in the same room, it would be more than likely that Booth wouldn't be the only fatality. If the agents were split up, it would be harder for them to riot together. However, this place isn't big enough for one agent to be in each room, so they are obviously placed in small groups. I plan on getting rid of these bastards and the only way I'll be completely successful, is if some of those agents have already rioted. One minute isn't enough time for them to kill all of the agents."

I glanced at my watch. Twenty more seconds.

I reached for my gun and a bullet proof vest, "I'm going in whether you and your team are joining me or not. Make your decision, and quickly."

Suddenly, the radio crackled for a minute and I heard a new voice, "Bones, this is Booth! Please stand down. I repeat: please stand down! Situation is under control."

I froze to the spot, and all traces of air disappeared. He was alive. Booth was alive. The bastard that survived torture, my fridge blowing up, and gunshots, had survived his execution. Booth was alive.

I turned back on the mic, "Booth?"

"It's me, Bones," he chuckled. "On your way in, would you mind bringing us plenty of handcuffs? These bastards took and hid all of ours and are refusing to tell us where they hid them."

"Will do," I replied softly. If it wasn't for everyone watching, I think I would have fainted.