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Matt hung up the phone angrily.
"Damn it!" He muttered to himself.
"What happened?" Emily asked taking the words right out of Cheryl's mouth. Matt sighed.
"The agent's been shot." He said.
"That isn't your fault." Emily told him, wondering if that was part of the reason he was getting so worked up about it.
"No kidding. If it wasn't for these two bozoos over here everything would be fine." Matt snapped.
"Hey we were just following the proceeders and rules." Frank snapped. Then he glanced at Emily and then back to Matt. "I suggest you'd do the same."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Matt said advancing upon Frank.
"Oh you know very well what it means. If you're not so goddamned busy sleeping with your partner then..." Frank started to shouted but Cheryl stopped them.
"Boys that's enough!" She shouted. "We have a hostage situation on our hands."
"No duh." Muttered Duff and she glared at him.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." She said. "Again we have a hostage situation at our hands. We can't afford to lose it."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean the agent's been shot?" Cam said comming up to them. "I head rumors." She said as they looked at her, surprised.
"Jesus rumors does spread fast around here." Emily sighed.
"Is Booth all right?" Hodgins asked.
"Yeah nothing's wrong with Agent Booth right?" Zach asked. Matt sighed.
" I'm afraid something is wrong with him. The rumors are correct, he has been shot." Matt told Bone's co-workers as kindly as they could. They stared at him in shock...
SCENE SWITCHES TO BONES STILL KNEELING BY BOOTH.
"How is he?" Bones asked the man who claimed to be a doctor. "Can you do anything for him?"
"Nope not really. Not without any medical supplies." Sighed the man. "The only thing we can do right now is keep on applying pressure to the wound and try and keep the fever down as best we can."
"You're a doctor. I mean shouldn't you be carrying a doctors bag or something?" Bones asked angrily.
"This isn't the 1950's Bones." Booth rasped, getting weaker by the minute.
"Try not to talk." The man told Booth. "But he's right. Doctors stopped carrying bags for a long time."
"I know that." Bones sighed. "I'm not stupid or that completly out of sink with the world but it's just..."
"You're worried sick about your husband I understand." The man said.
"Husband?" Bones looked up sharply. "He's not my husband."
"I'm sorry, your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend." The man looked confused.
"I'm sorry." He said again. "You two seem very connected to each other."
"We should, she's my partner." Booth managed to tell him. The man gave him a look and Booth sighed. "Yeah, yeah no talking I know." He muttered. The man laughed.
"Is he always like this?" He asked.
"You mean this stubborn and hard to controll? Yes." Bones agreed. She looked at the man in the baseball cap.
"I didn't get your name Doctor..."
"Doctor Pickens. Tony Pickens."
"Oh I'm Dr. Brennan. Temprence Brennan" She smiled at his obvious confusion. "Forensic Anthropoligist." She explained.
"Huh well that's something you don't hear everyday." Tony said.
"Agent Seely Booth." Booth managed to say even though he received a glare from both Brennan and Tony. "In case you wanted to know." He muttered knowing that he should stop talking but for some reason couldn't, or just didn't want to. Brennan sighed impatiently.
"How long do you think they'll keep us down here?" She asked her new friend Tony.
"I don't know." He said. "I just don't know."
(Sorry for such a short chapter! I swear I'll make the next ones longer:) But thanks for all the great reviews! I appreciate everyone of them!)