Ok, guys, sorry it took so long to update - stuff at school, school musical, other stories, you know

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Brennan woke up from the throbbing pain in her head. She opened her eyes to a large, flat, grey roof, though she couldn't se much more of her surroundings. Where was she?

Brennan tried to reach up, but her hands were tied in front of her, so she couldn't stop the blood flow. She groaned – her arms were cramping and the pain was excruciating. She turned her head – the only thing she could do. She could see Booth lying a few meters away, looking at her half with concern, half with relief. He was lying on his back, his head turned towards her, and could see he was in the same position as she assumed she was – wrists tied in front of the stomach, ankles tied as well. Flexing her leg, Brennan knew she too was tied like Booth.

Brennan saw move, and assumed he was trying to untie the knots in the rope by movement.

Then she heard a click.

She gasped, thinking someone had just pulled a trigger on her. But rolling her head, she could see a man, dressed in black, had a gun pointed on Booth. She hadn't noticed him before, but now she knew that this was their attacker.

And she knew he was dangerous.

Brennan moved her head over to Booth again. 'Booth?' she whispered. 'Where are we? What happened?'

She was surprised at her voice. It was groggy, as though she had just woken up from a large hangover. She felt like it too.

Booth moved his lips to hush her. He nodded his head to the right. Brennan squinted at him. Was there something on his head? His right ear? Booth rolled his eyes then lifted his head and moved it to the direction of the desk.

Brennan followed his gaze. The attacker. "I know" she mouthed.

Brennan saw Booth try and tell her something. It was rushed and she couldn't understand it. Booth tried again, slower. This time, she caught it.

"Any ideas?"

Brennan thought. All involved already being untied. She shook her head.

"No. You?"

Booth immediately nodded his head. So he must have been thinking before, she concluded. And he had nothing.

This was not looking good.

For either of them.

Brennan saw Booth's expression turn from annoyance to pain as he tried to move his leg. She badly wanted to go over and hold it still for him.

But then she saw his expression turn from pain to amusement.

He had an idea. She could see it in his face.

Brennan tried to mouth to him. "What is it? Have you got an idea?"

Booth turned to her and tried to tell her to wait. It wasn't easy. She was edgy, and wanted to get out of the bonds. Her muscles were cramping again, and the pain was agonizing. How could she be patient?!

Brennan saw Booth move his hands to his pockets. He had to try a few times, and Brennan could see the pain spread through his face.

But he finally reached his pocket, and slipped his hand into it. The skin disappeared, then came out holding a small knife.

Brennan was confused. What was he doing with a knife. In the first place, why did he even have it? She saw Booth try to twist his wrist, and saw he was trying to ignore the pain it caused. By the amount of pressure on his face, he could have fracture his distal radius. Brennan tried to see the wrist, then decided it didn't matter. She couldn't do anything about it anyway. But Booth was tough, and Brennan knew he wouldn't want to show weakness.

With his wrist turned, she saw his move his hand up and down, into the rope, in a-

'Cutting motion!' she whispered to herself. Of course. He could cut through the rope with the knife! Her brain was not working – well of course it was, your brain could never stop working, it was impo-

She seriously had to stop doing that.

Brennan watched as Booth cut through the rope. It only took a couple of minutes. She saw him hesitate. She wanted to yell at him, to see why he was waiting. But she knew. If he moved too quickly he was dead, they both would be.

A few minutes later, he still hadn't moved. What was taking so long? He was an FBI agent, he should be used to these situations.

But then, so should she, plus she had a higher IQ. She should be thinking of something.

But she couldn't.

Brennan waited, watching Booth.

Suddenly he sat up. She nearly gasped in shock. She watched, terrified, as he cut through the rope on his ankles. It didn't take long, and soon he had jumped up and was running over to her.

She smiled, completely forgetting their attacker.

She remembered at the sound.

She would never forget it.

The bullet.

Once again, he would get hurt because of her.

Once again he had risked his life for her.

Once again, he was shot.

Brennan silenced her scream as she watched him drop to the ground. He was still breathing, but she knew he must be in terrible pain. She sat up, forgetting all about the danger, and watched Booth. A dark circle of blood was blossoming on his chest. His face was contorted in pain. His eyes were wide, staring.

Brennan knew all about blood loss. And with this amount, he would be dead within 10 minutes if he didn't get help.

But she knew she would be dead too if she moved.

Brennan watched her partner. He was twitching. But then she saw his arm move slowly up, and brought the knife in front of him.

Oh god. He's going to throw it! She thought.

How wrong she was.

Booth had lowered the knife again to the floor, and was using all his effort to slide it across the floor to her. She rolled and caught it under her.

But as soon as it was hid, she looked to him again. She knew it was sick to watch someone die, especially a partner, but she just couldn't look away.

Brennan saw Booth look to her, and his face turned into sorrow. She wondered what for.

For not saving her?

For dying?

Why was it always sorrow for her, not himself?

Oh there were so many things she had waned to say to him, and now, she couldn't.

Since the moment she had met him, and the years after that, she had always wanted to tell him how she truly felt. Now she never could.

Oh Booth, she thought, there were so many things.

I never told you how much……..

Alright so i know it was a repeat of last chapter but i just wanted to write about brennan seeing booth die. Its so sad.

and, Ok, people, this is not the end of the story. the next bits the best. How bout this. At least 5 reviews, and i'll update. That shouldnt be too hard guys. If you love it or hate it tell me and it counts.

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