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Hope you enjoy this chapter, it is my favourite so far.

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Chapter 3

As Booth's SUV sped down a deserted country road towards the place indicated on the map, he and Angela sat in silence.

"Why would Bren be driving this way?" Angela asked.

Booth took a deep breath. "It was my fault."

"What? You told her to come out here?" Angela's voice was rather high-pitched. "What happened to those alpha-male tendencies Bren is always telling me about?"

"No, she – I – we were fighting. She got really angry and ran out of my office." Booth proceeded to detail the events of the past few hours to a stunned Angela.

"You said that to her? How could you be so insensitive? You had to have known she'd take it badly, Booth!" She was angry. "I can't believe that you, of all people, the person she has let in the most, would say that. That you would even think that!"

"I don't think that." Booth said quietly.

"Then why say it, for Gods sake?"

"I was angry. I didn't think. I – it was a mistake."

"Damn straight!"

"Look, don't you think I'm already blaming myself enough? If I hadn't said that, if I hadn't called her. If I hadn't become the bloody Liaison Agent for the Jeffersonian in the first bloody place!"

Angela took a breath. "That's not true. Things have been so much better since you came. Especially for Brennan." She looked at him, "I'm sorry I blew up. I'm just worried about her."

"Me too."

They continued the drive in silence.

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Brennan groaned, opened her eyes. Her whole body was throbbing, and her leg felt like it was on fire.

She tried to lift her hand, but a stabbing pain shot through her shoulder, causing her to cry out. She smelt the sick coppery smell of blood, and her stomach turned at the thought that it was hers.

Eyes roving her surroundings, she became aware that the car was lying on its side, the driver's side window mashed up against grass. Through the smashed front windscreen she could see a huge pine tree. She must have hit that. She couldn't remember anything from before the crash. Where was she driving?

Her eyes landed on the open mobile phone lying on the dashboard, obviously flung there by the crash. Had she been calling someone?

She reached out an arm to pick up the phone, but the pain in her shoulder and thigh was so intense that she blacked out.

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Booth slowed the car when he heard the sound of sirens up ahead. Angela craned her neck to see what was happening.

Neither had a doubt when they reached the scene.

Big, ugly skid marks cut across the road, and an ambulance was pulled up to the side of the road, blocking their view.

Booth pulled up, and Angela jumped out before the car had stopped rolling. He caught up to her, and wordlessly they ran to the ambulance. What they saw stopped them cold.

Brennan's familiar silver sports car was crumpled into a large pine tree about 20 metres from the roadside. Smashed glass and scattered pieces of paper littered the grass around the wreck. An ambulance officer was crouched by the wreck, surveying the interior.

"Bren!" Angela let out a sob at the sight, and hurtled down the soft incline to the car.

Booth caught her around the waist, "You can't touch anything. It might not be safe."

"I can see it's not safe! That's what worries me! Bren!" she called again, wretched pain sounding in her voice.

Another voice came form beside them. "Excuse me? Who are you?"

"Her best friend," Angela let out another sob and gestured to Booth, " and her partner."

"Okay, well, you know who the victim is?" the second ambulance officer asked.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan." Booth choked out, his eyes still glued to the wreck. "Is she still in there? Is she…?" He couldn't finish the sentence.

The ambulance officer gave them a bracing look. "I'm sorry, but we can't get her out at the moment. The position of the vehicle makes it impossible to remove her without causing further, maybe fatal damage."

"So you're just leaving her there to bleed?!" Angela had a tinge of hysteria in her voice.

"No, ma'am, we are waiting for the fire service to arrive with the necessary equipment to safely remove her. Oh, here they are now!"

All three of them turned around to see a large red fire truck arrive. It pulled up and two firemen got out, carrying a large metal object.

"We need the Jaws, Harry?" One of the men called out.

The ambulance officer, Harry, nodded, "Definitely, Bob." He cast a sad look at Booth and Angela. "It would probably be better if you stood back a bit. We don't know what could happen," he told them.

Booth led Angela back to the Roadside, where they had a good view of the wreck. Angela was still silently sobbing. Booth resisted the temptation to join her.

After what seemed like hours, the two firemen stood back, and the ambulance officers disappeared to the other side of the car with a stretcher.

Booth and Angela both held their breath.

The men stood up, holding the stretcher between them. Angela ran forward, Booth hot on her heels.

"Bren!" Angela reached the stretcher, and recoiled at the sight of her best friend. Booth let out a gasp when he saw her.

Her skin was a deathly white, like she had been powdered. The only thing marring the pallor was a large crimson stain blossoming from a deep gash on her forehead. Her tan coloured shirt was dyed maroon across one side, and one leg of her pants had been crudely cut off, exposing a long, ragged wound in her thigh.

"Bren! Bren, answer me!" Angela shrieked.

Booth grasped Angela to stop her from launching herself onto the stretcher.

He leant close to Brennan's ear. "Bones. Hurry up and get better so you can kick my arse for what I said. Please, Bones."

The ambulance officers loaded the stretcher into the ambulance, informed Booth of the hospital they would be going to.

Then Angela and Booth watched, speechless, as the ambulance sped away, with Brennan fighting for her life inside.

Did you hold your breath when she came out on the stretcher?

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