Booth was having a good day. Well, good for a broken hearted lost man, that couldn't hate the woman that broke him. Yeah, it was a good day.

He woke up on time, had a nice breakfast at the Diner, with Parker. Maybe Sweets was right- smiling in the mirror made you feel better.

He was actually pumped to investigate this murder. He knew that they would catch the bad guy. They always did.

Booth didn't even bother to knock on Brennan's office door. It was 7 so the Jeffersonian was empty. However Booth knew Brennan would be here. That hadn't changed.

She loved her science.

It was eerily quiet in her office, and Booth found that a shiver was creeping up his spine. Booth realized that the room was dark, but once he opened the door light flooded in.

Tap. Drip. Drop. Tap. Drip. Drop.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Booth's senses sharpened, when he realized that Brennan wasn't at her desk. Then he mentally slapped himself. She was probably sleeping.

Booth stepped into her office, and peeked over her couch.

She was there. One of her arms was a lift for her head, and the other hung over the couch.

Her eyes were closed.

Tap. Pat. Drip. Drop. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Clonk.

What was that sound?

Brennan's breathing was quiet, and slower then usual. He could barely make it out in the quiet of the morning.

A flash of brilliant red caught Booth's eyes. It was only a spot on her hand. And then Booth saw a dark streak from her wrist to her elbow. Her wrist was mutilated.

Red.

Booth's mind didn't catch up yet, but he was at Brennan's side, and there was a pool of blood on the carpet next to her couch. Blood. Her blood. And he was ripping his shirt off trying to stop her from bleeding. There was a lot of blood on the carpet. How long had she been here? What was she thinking? Was it what it looked like?

Then Booth picked her small frame into his capable hands, and ran to his car. He didn't have time to wait on anyone. He put her in the front passenger seat, and she grunted. His heart flickered at the noise. She was breathing. She was alive.

He started his SUV and sped out of the Jeffersonian parking lot, running through red lights, and almost crashing into a bicycle. Booth grabbed the police siren from a compartment, turned it on, and stuck it on top of his car.

He was going 92 now. He stepped harder on the gas, 97, 105, 120.

The hospital was close now. 3 miles.

And then just like that, he was there. He didn't bother to turn off the siren. He just got out, didn't bother to close his door, and ran to Brennan's side- picked her up, and ran into the hospital.

"Emergency! Doctor Temperance Brennan! Critical! Help! She's lost a lot of blood! Emergency!" He screamed at the top of his lungs using his FBI projection. "She lost a lot of blood. God, why?"

Before Booth had realized it Bones was surrounded by nurses and doctors. They were all talking really fast, pulling her away from him.

"Sir, please sit down." The receptionist gestured to the seats behind me. I ran down the hall after her, catching up to the mob she was surrounded by. "She lost a lot a lot of blood!" He shouted at them. "Hook her up to a machine or something! She's loosing blood! Jeez, don't run tests, just give her blood!"

A guard came behind Booth, "Sir, you have to sit down."

"You better not let her die!" Booth screamed at the doctors, "She's Doctor Temperance Brennan! She's Bones. And me? I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth. So please just give her blood!"

When Booth was directed towards the waiting room he started pacing, almost imedeately.

Yeah, he thought bitterly, it was some good day.

Then he called the squints.