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And, as a dire request from many people, i have revealed the attacker, though please do not kill me if you dont like it.

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She found her in Booth's room. She had a chair right beside his bed, her warm hand holding his cold one. She was whispering something, her voice sounding high, but her eyes were dry. Brennan turned as she entered, and then quickly turned back.

Cam walked over to her, and lay a hand gently on her shoulder. It had only been a day since Booth had been put in the hospital, but none of the squints had seen him yet, giving Brennan time with him, and she had, every waking moment.

"Dr Brennan." She turned around very slightly as Cam spoke. "I'm so sorry." Cam looked shocked by Booth's injuries, and Brennan could tell that she had many questions that she wanted to ask, but she kept her mouth shut. "We need you to file a report. You need to come back to the Jeffersonian, give answers, ID, all that boring important stuff. We want to find this man. We want to capture whoever did this to you, and you're the only one who can help." Cam gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Only if you want to."

Brennan didn't want to. She just wanted to stay here with Booth. But she knew that she had to answer all questions, and she wanted to provide any information that the FBI can use to capture the bastard. She looked once more at Booth, and then stood up.

"Let's go," she said, her voice sounding exhausted. 'Let's just get this over with."

She gave him one last look, his chest moving rhythmically. Then Cam gently took her arm and led her out of the room.

*

Back at the lab, they were all waiting for her, assembled in Brennan's office. Angela stood up and hugged her as soon as she walked in. All the other squints smiled, trying to look understanding. But she didn't want their sympathy, she just wanted Booth to be alive.

Cam gently sat her down on the couch next to Angela, and then moved opposite to sit next to Zack.

"Ok, now, report...."

"Wait," Brennan held up her hand. "I know you all know what happened after I fainted. And I know your avoiding me. What happened? Everything."

Cam sighed. Clearly she didn't want to be the one to have to answer the question.

"Um.... when the ambulance got to you, they said you were watching Booth, then you fainted – they presumed at the sight of the blood. We were called from the ID badge on your shirt, and we arrived in time to see the ambulance leaving. When we got there, we found blood, but the attacker...." Brennan knew what she was going to say, but she was still – what, annoyed? Sad? Angry? – at the answer. "After, we talked to the ambulance staff and they said they saw 3 people in the room – Booth, you, and an unconscious man. When they dealt with Booth, they turned to deal with you, but when they checked again, the man was gone. He had done a runner. We got backup to check the area for hours, but no sign of anyone suspicious. I'm sorry, Dr Brennan."

Brennan shook her head. "I could have stopped him. Tied him up, anything. I could have made sure he was caught...."

"You did everything you could, Dr B," Hodgins interjected. "Don't blame yourself."

"This is not your fault," Cam said gently, reaching forward to offer her a comforting hand.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?!" Brennan stood up. "It was my fault. Booth is in a coma from saving me! I would be dead if not for him! I took too long to act, trying to work out how to save my own life! I could have taken out our attacker quicker, then reach Booth quicker! He wouldn't be in that hospital – he would be sitting with us now! He was captured from walking me home! So don't say it's not my fault, because it is!"

With that, Brennan stormed from the room, then walked upstairs to the lounges where her, Booth, and the team always drunk their coffee. She sat down and stared at her hands. Her cold, alive hands. She knew she shouldn't have overreacted, and knew they would all be avoiding her eye.

After a few minutes – or was it seconds? – she stood up and moved over to make herself a cup of coffee. Hopefully the caffeine would keep her awake, as she now realised that she was extremely tired, and was struggling to keep her eyes open. She hadn't slept in over a day, and was exhausted. Also, she really needed a shower.

She sat down again, then stared at the liquid rippling in her shaking hands. She mover her eyes to the table legs, and watched the dust particles swirl.

She knew the footsteps were coming even before she heard them.

"Sweetie..."

"Ange, don't."

"I know. I haven't come for that. I know that you blame yourself, even though deep down you just need someone to blame this whole mess on. But sweetie, he will be fine. I haven't seen him yet, you've been hogging the hospital, but I know he will wake up, live just to make sure he sees you again. Even though you can't see it, Booth loves you, more then a partner. He will wake up to be with you." She sat down next to Brennan and gave her a one-armed hug. Brennan didn't move. When she spoke again, her words sounded forced.

"He just looks so..... I don't know......peaceful. I'm just scared, Angela. He's been in near-death situations before, and his body has coped, but maybe it's been worn too much. The muscles probably- "

"Sweetie, your spouting information. Your upset."

"I'm not upset, I'm concerned."

Angela gave her a knowing look. Brennan looked back. Angela gave a sigh. "You're going to go all shell-like and denying on me, aren't you? Look, sweetie, I know you love Booth. More then you show. You care for him. You've stayed next to him at the hospital all day, waiting. You think that's more then friendship? And I know you well, Bren. You're my best friend. You don't show your emotion. You hide it from the world, and pour it into knowledge. But I want you to let it out, tell me."

Brennan couldn't take it any longer. Her eye's started to sting. Angela was right. She always hid her emotions. She was allowed to be upset, and she realised she wanted to. She wanted to spill all her feelings to her best friend. She broke down. The tears spilled over.

"You're right. I love Booth. I got together with other men to try and rid myself of the idea – I mean, I'm always saying how it's never good to date people at work? Well, I'm usually true to my word. But there's something about Booth. He was always there for me, always making sure I'm safe, and he's risked his life for me, multiple times. Then when he was shot trying to save me..."

The tears were flowing freely down her cheek.

"I just want to catch this god-damn bastard who did this."

Angela nodded. "Do you remember what he looked like? I could draw a sketch."

She bent down to her bag to pull out her sketchpad. Brennan thought back, stretched through her memory to find her attacker.

"He was...tall. Muscular." Brennan tried to think what she could remember of him. She wasn't sure if she had seen his face. But...yes, when he had his gun to .... Booth's..... head, she had seen a glimpse.

"He had slight stubble. Thick build, though not overweight. Uh, dark hair, thick, um... slightly bent nose, high cheekbones. That's all I've got.

Angela was silent as she drew down Brennan's thoughts. The only sound in the room was the scratching from the pencil. Her face started to get more and more concerned as she finished. She was grimacing by the time her sketch was completed. Grimly, she held it up.

Brennan could now see why she was looking so concerned.

"This him?" she asked in an uncertain tone.

Brennan looked at it - it had to be a mistake. She would have recognized him at the scene. She thought back through her memory. She had only seen faint glimpses of him, and most from the side – this could definitely have been him.

But why? Why would he do such a thing? She could imagine why he would want to hurt Booth - but not really. But more then that, why her?

Looking at each other, they shared concerned looks. Angela sighed. "We better go show Cam."

*

Back downstairs, Cam was as surprised as both of them at the drawing. She was uncertain.

"Are you sure this is him?"

"Yes, I'm fairly certain."

Cam's mouth turned into a hard line.

"We'll go consult the database, see what we can draw up on him."

Brennan nodded. But she still couldn't believe it.

Not him.

Not Sully.

Ok, please dont kill me if you love Sully. I know many people who dont and suggested him. You will see why in the next few chapters. And also I neeeded someone who everyone knew, but a lot of people that Brennan loved were murderers and are in jail, or people who would want to kill her were either dead or other. I could have made up my own person but it wouldnt have had the same.......uh-oh effect.

So, i understand if you hate me. Im fine with that.

But hopefully a few people liked it?

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