Author's Note: This chapter is a little short, but what I intended to be the last chapter was already twice as long as normal and still incomplete, so I split it up. Please review. Thanks.

After sitting in Angela's office trying to get her to talk for a few more minutes, Jack gave up, saying "I guess I'd better go and start working so that Cam will be suitably impressed with my dedication when she gets back. Let me know when you're ready to go home."

Angela got to work on her own paperwork and didn't pause until she heard the sound of voices in the hall. Looking up, she saw Brennan and Cam and walked out to meet them.

"Well, did you have a good meeting with the guy from Florida? Was he dazzled by our state-of-the-art facility or what?" she asked them jokingly. That morning she had demonstrated the Angelator and a few other hi-tech gadgets and the visiting forensic anthropologist had looked green with envy.

"The meeting was fine, Ange," Brennan replied. "He wants me to co-author a paper with him but I'm not sure I want to do it yet. I don't like being listed as an author unless I contributed substantially to the research."

"No offense, sweetie, but he just wants your name on it so someone will actually read the thing," Angela responded. "You don't actually have to do anything."

"Angela, he is a well-respected anthropologist who does excellent work," Brennan chided her. "He doesn't need my name on his work to get it accepted."

"He does if he wants the news media to take note of it, Bren. Let's face it, he doesn't write best-selling crime novels, so he's automatically got an infinitesimal fraction of your name recognition," Angela shot back.

Cam had followed this exchange with an amused expression. At the last remark, she wryly shook her head at Angela and said, "Well, this is all extremely fascinating, but I'm afraid I'll have to leave you to it. I have a dental appointment, so I won't be back until tomorrow morning. For obvious reasons, I'm sure you'll have a more pleasant afternoon than I will," Cam said as she turned into her office. "See you tomorrow."

Brennan and Angela continued on to Brennan's office and sat down. While Brennan went through her in-box and e-mails, they discussed the forensic anthropologist's visit and the more interesting points of some of the cases he had talked about.

"Booth was here earlier," Angela told Brennan. "He left you some paperwork on a case." She watched carefully for any tell-tale signs at the mention of the name, but if Brennan had any reaction to missing his visit, she managed to keep it out of her expression.

"Yes, the last time we talked he mentioned that it would come in some time this week," she replied, sounding like her mind was on something else. Angela hoped it was on kissing Booth.

They chatted for a few more minutes about various projects Angela was working on. Finally, Angela got up to return to her office.

"Well, I guess I'll get back to it, then. Let me know more when you have the details on that compilation of unidentified victims you wanted me to do."

As she turned to head back to her office, Zack Addy walked in and stopped just inside the door. He didn't try to interrupt their conversation, but by his expression, Angela could tell he had something fairly important to tell them.

"OK, Zack, what is it?" she asked. "Do you want to tell us all about the meeting on the Arizona remains since you were there in Dr. Brennan's place, or is it something else?"

Ever literal-minded, Zack replied, "It's something else."

Angela rolled her eyes and glanced at Brennan, who gave her an admonishing look and asked, "What is it, Zack?"

"I was in the break room eating my lunch, since the meeting ran over and I didn't get to take my lunch hour during my usual time. I was watching a local TV channel when they interrupted with a 'Breaking News' bulletin. I think you should see it," Zack explained, holding out a small hand-held TV. He pulled the ear-phone out, turned up the volume and set it on Brennan's desk.

"For those of you just joining us, there has been an attempted armed robbery here at a local Bank of America branch. At about 2:15 PM an armed man wearing a ski mask entered the bank and demanded money from the tellers. He exchanged gunfire with a bank security guard and then ran out the front doors where he was seen by an FBI agent. Apparently the agent, who just happened to stop at the ATM machine during the robbery, assisted the bank security guard in apprehending the suspect, and was wounded in the shootout. According to information just received exclusively by Fox News, the agent was recognized by bank employees as a long time customer of the bank, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth. Booth was rushed to the George Washington University Hospital trauma unit, where his condition is unknown. Many of you will remember Agent Booth from his part in the capture of Howard Epps last year, and also from his work on the more recent DC Cannibal case. We'll have further updates on this and other breaking stories tonight on Fox News at 5. This is Matt Williams reporting for Fox 5 News."

There was a shocked silence in the room. Brennan stood as though frozen after the end of the newscast, blind panic in her eyes. Angela took one look at her and took charge.

"Zack, my car keys are on my desk in the pottery bowl. Go and ask Jack to bring the car around to the lower level garage entrance." Zack hurried off.

"Sweetie, let me just get my purse and we can leave as soon as possible. Thank God the hospital is only a few blocks away. Do you need anything? Never mind, I'll grab my stuff and meet you back here. Wait a minute--you'd better sit down and wait for me. You look like you might fall over if you don't," she concluded, guiding Brennan to the couch. "Don't move, sweetie. Put your head between your knees if you feel faint. I'll be right back." She rushed out.

Brennan sat on the couch where Angela left her. She was having trouble thinking clearly, but she recognized her symptoms. Her mouth felt dry with fear, she was cold, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She knew that she had to get back under control before she saw Booth. She knew that she must remain rational and calm in order to function. She would not be any good to Booth otherwise. But she couldn't seem to think of how to achieve that. Instead, only one coherent phrase kept repeating in her head--like a prayer, except that she didn't believe in praying. It sounded frighteningly similar to the one she still remembered from the day her parents had disappeared.

"Please let him be all right. Please let him be all right. Please let him be all right. Please let him be all right . . ."