Here you go – the next chapter! Sorry that this chapter is a little short. Also, if you have not seen the Bones season six finale then do not read my author's note at the end of this chapter... you have been warned...

Enjoy!

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"Bones?" Booth said, his head snapping up an looking around the room in search of the source of the voice.

"Booth," she said again, still just as shaky as the first time.

"Bones!" he said, standing to his feet and turning to see a pair of feet poking out from beside the bedside table. "Oh my God, Bones!"

Jumping over the bed and falling to his knees in front of her, Booth sighed from relief; knowing that her body wasn't one of the ones hidden under white sheets. Looking into her eyes, he saw just how scared she was. Her eyes were wide; her lashes wet with tears. Her right arm was wrapped securely around her knees, bringing them close, while her left sat limply in her lap.

"Bones," Booth whispered, bringing his hand to her face and brushing it against her cheek lightly; barely touching her skin.

As she leant forward, her face coming into the light, Booth saw the grazes across her cheek and the bruise forming under the lump on her forehead.

"God, Bones! I'm so sorry," Booth apologised, the quilt evident in his voice.

"Sorry? For what?" she asked, confused, leaning into him.

Wrapping his arm around her protectively, Booth explained, "for not being here with you tonight."

"Booth, you being here would not have changed anything. You know that," she mumbled into his chest.

"Yeah, I know," he said. Noticing her wince when she moved her arm, Booth asked, "is your wrist okay?"

Nodding, she replied, "yes, it's fine. Just broken, I think."

Getting to his feet and lifting Brennan into his arms – Brennan clutching onto his shirt – Booth whispered, "let's get you out of here."

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The moment Booth stepped out of the earthquake-stricken apartment building and onto the street, paramedics were surrounding them, ushering him to the ambulance and first aid area.

Sitting Brennan down at the back of an ambulance, she was immediately attended to. While one paramedic bandaged up her broken wrist, another was shining that little torch that doctors have into her eyes.

"Now, can you tell me what happened?" one asked.

"I was in the front hall. I had been trying to find my car keys for at least fifteen minutes and I'd just found them. It was stupid really, they were in the bowl where I always put them. I'd had a bit of a tough night," at this, she glanced over to Booth, "so I was going to go to the Jeffersonian for a little bit to clear my head. The shaking started just as I stepped out of my apartment and I thought it would soon pass, but it didn't. So I ran back inside and tried to get to my bedroom, but it was hard because the ground was shaking so much. I tripped over my coffee table and landed on my wrist, which is when I presumably broke it. I got into my room and sat down in the corner. After that, the next thing I remember was Booth finding me."

By the time she'd finished recalling her ordeal, she'd begun to tear up again.

"Can you remember how you got the grazes on your face? And the bruise?" the paramedic asked once she'd finished examining Brennan.

"The grazes? Umm – no – I don't remember hurting my face," she said, trying to remember. "I just remember falling on my wrist."

"Okay, then. Well, you were right about your wrist, it is definitely broken. And it appears that you may have a slight concussion, which would account for you not remembering hitting your head. We'll have to fix your arm up properly at the hospital, but I'd also strongly suggest that you stay for the rest of the night, just so we can keep you under observation." At this, Brennan nodded.

"Please excuse me for a moment," the paramedic said, before walking over to another resident of the building, who appeared to have sliced open her arm.

"Hey, how're you doing?" Booth, asked, sitting down next to her.

"I'm fine, thankyou," she said quietly. "Booth? When you were in my room, and you were sitting on the end of the bed, did you -"

"Excuse me, Sir?" a police officer asked, interrupting what Brennan was saying.

Looking up at the officer, Booth noted the two other officers standing behind him; one of them being the one he'd punched.

"Yes?" Booth answered, getting to his feet and standing in front of Brennan.

"Sir, you are under arrest for assaulting a federal officer," he said as the other two came forward to handcuff him.

"Booth? What are they talking about?" Brennan asked wearily.

"Nothing, Bones. It's nothing," Booth grunted as the officers tugged at his arms.

"Being handcuffed doesn't look like nothing."

"Punching a federal officer is not considered nothing. You'll have to accompany us to the station, then -"

"No! My partner was almost killed tonight and I need to stay with her!" Booth argued.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen."

"Booth?" Brennan asked, her quiet voice coated with concern.

"I'm sorry," Booth said, leaning in quickly to press a kiss to her lips. "Call Angela. She'll be right over."

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I'm not sure if this was too out of character for Brennan, but I tried my best. Please review and let me know what you thought.

****SPOILER ALERT****

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OH. MY. GOD! That has got to be the BEST season finale of any show EVER! I seriously almost died when Brennan said she was pregnant, especially when she said it was his. Next season is going to be amazing. That is all.

EM xXxXxxx