once again, thanx to all those who reviewed or added this story to their favourites. As promised, i got over 5 so i updated. Now, some people may like this chapter, some may not. Its...different, and kinda sad, but i wont spoil it for you.

Please read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones - only the attacker

Brennan couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. Her breath was caught in her chest, as she watched Booth's eyes slide out of focus, as he struggled to stay alive. Brennan knew he was tough and would try to hold on, but was he tough enough?

More then 5 minutes had past. Their attacker was back behind the desk, smirking as he saw the pain on Brennan's face at watching her partner die. She loathed him, no more then that, she wanted to kill him.

Brennan had never been one for hatred. Sure, she'd been pissed at people many times before, but she had never wanted to kill someone as much as she did this man. This man that had caused her so much pain.

She could hear Booth's breathing – heavy, and starting to falter. If he didn't get help in the next few minutes, he would die. But what could she do? If she moved, she too would be shot.

She only had one chance.

Rolling over away from Booth, she caught up the knife in her hands. She hated to move away from him, but her attacker might think she would be trying to save him if she moved near him. With the knife in her hand, she copied Booth's earlier movements, and twisted her wrist around so her hand was facing the rope. Quickly she cut. The bonds soon split, and her hands were free.

She sat up, and quickly cut the cords around her ankles. Her attacker stood up, aware that she was doing the similar thing that Booth had done. Well, she would die too.

Now free, Brennan scrambled to her feet. But instead of rushing over to Booth, she moved towards her attacker, who, startled, brought his gun up to face height. Brennan stopped short.

He attacker laughed, and took a step forward. They were now only inches apart. "You think you can beat me? Try to steal my gun and shoot me, then save your boyfriend? Well, sweetheart, it's not going to work that way. I'll shoot you now, and then you can go to hell, along with your boyfriend."

Brennan didn't move. She had been listening to him. But he was wrong. She wasn't going to try and steal the gun. She had another idea.

She took a step forward.

She then ducked, as the bullet whipped above her head. Now crouched, she could easily lash out. She did, and kicked her attacker right where it hurt most. He crumpled, though brought his head up and tried to shoot her again. She stepped to the side. She felt the bullet graze her shoulder, then felt the stickiness that was blood cascade down her arm. Ignoring the pain, she punched the man in the jaw, and then gave him a side-kick to the head. The attacker stumbled, but kept moving. Brennan knew she would soon be tired, but she would not lose this fight. She continued to hit, kick, and punch everywhere she could reach. Her attacker finally fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Brennan turned, and saw a vase sitting on the desk. Grabbing it, she brought it smashing down on his head.

He lay still.

Brennan wondered whether to pick up his gun and shoot him, but she didn't want to be put up for murder. She wondered what to do with him.

Then she remembered Booth.

She swivelled around, and then ran over to him. He was barely breathing. She placed her hand over the wound, trying to stop as much blood as possible. With the other hand she searched his pockets, looking for a phone. They were empty – they had both been searched and had their pockets emptied when caught. Brennan didn't want to leave Booth, but she thought that she had seen a phone on the desk. Glancing at him one more time, she ran over to it.

She was right. It was a cordless, which was a relief. She picked it up, and then dialled 911, while running back to Booth and placing her hand on his chest again.

The wound was dangerously close to the heart.

A receptionist answered, and then asked for name, address, and injury. Brennan told them her name and injury but had no idea where she was. She had to run outside to check. She found she had been inside a large warehouse, and a number on it read 72. From the surrounding buildings, she had a rough idea where they were. Hopefully she was right.

She ran back inside, once again to help Booth. "Stay with me Booth. Please. You've managed this long. An ambulance is on its way. You'll be fine. Please, Booth, stay with me! Booth!" Her response was a very slight opening of his eyes. At least that was a sign. She leaned over him.

He looked at her. "What happened?" he asked, in a struggled voice. He was only just conscious.

"You were shot. The attacker's unconscious. I've called the ambulance. But you have to stay with me, Booth. You've lost a lot of blood. But usually people would be dead by now. You've managed to stay alive this long. Just keep it up. Please Booth. Please!"

He gave a very slight nod. "Bones?"

She nearly cried from the pain in his voice. "Yes?"

He struggled to get out the last words. His eyes were beginning to close. "I love you."

Then he closed his eyes, and his chest stopped moving.

Brennan cried out. "No! Booth! Stay with me!" She heard the wail of sirens. They were close. "They're nearly here, Booth! Stay with me!"

But she got no response.

Just then the doors flew open and an ambulance backed into the warehouse. Paramedics ran in with a stretcher. One of them pulled Brennan off him.

"Please, miss, leave him to us."

"No, Booth! Please!"

"Stay out of the way!"

Brennan was lost between the sea of medics rushing to help Booth. She knew they could help him, but she didn't want to leave his side.

"Booth!" she cried out again.

Her cries were unheard. The last thing she remembered was Booth getting lost between all the paramedics, before she fainted with distress.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

As i said, it was sad, but just wait to see what happens next chapter! Ok, so last chapter it was 5 reviews to update - lets try and make it higher to 10. The more ideas for what happens next the better - coz this story could go SO many different ways, and it entierly counts on you readers to what happens.

so please review, give ideas, give criticism, anything would be great.

Thanks for reading!