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Brennan had agreed with Booth that she would leave field work and would only work at the Lab when she was eight months pregnant. The plan was for her to take the last few weeks off before the baby was due and stay home. Her pregnancy had been uneventful and she had not had any problems working up until the eighth month. The only thing that really bothered her about her pregnancy was that she had to give up driving. She hadn't wanted to do that, bu, Booth was almost rabid about her not driving so late in her pregnancy. To avoid the constant bickering about it she gave in.
Now, when she needed to get to Booth as quickly as possible, she found herself without a car and dependent upon others to get her to where she needed to go.
She had listened in horror the sounds coming from her phone until she heard Agent Shaw speaking in the distance. Relieved she knew that where ever Booth was, Agent Shaw was now with him and she had brought reinforcements.
As soon as they had arrived at the bank, Agent Shaw and several agents had entered the building. They had found two of the hold up men were gone, but the third bank robber who had started the shooting was dead with a bullet to his head. Everyone else in the branch office that had been lying on the floor were either dead or wounded. No one had been spared. Quickly searching among the victims, Shaw found Booth on the floor near the teller windows with a bullet wound to his chest. Unfortunately, one of the dead was the young woman lying next to Booth who was now beyond help. The unfortunate woman had been shot in the head and had probably died instantly.
As quickly as possible, ambulances had been called for and while the police and agents were waiting for help to arrive, they all started first aid to help those they could. Booth and the branch manager were the worst off among the living. The branch manager had been shot in the stomach, was awake and in a lot of pain. Booth was shot in the chest and was unconscious. The other injuries were serious, but not life threatening.
While Agent Pack held his hands pressed against Booth's chest, Shaw had searched Booth's pockets and found his phone in his jacket pocket. Removing it, Agent Shaw saw a call was in progress and assumed that Brennan was on the other end of the call. "Dr. Brennan are you still there?"
The sound of Agent Shaw's voice a relief to her, Brennan nervously cleared her throat. "Yes . . . yes, I'm here. Is Booth alright?"
Knowing that honesty was best when dealing with Brennan, Agent Shaw stared at the unconscious Agent and broke the news to her. "Agent Booth was shot in the chest and he's unconscious. I'm waiting for an ambulance to arrive and expect them here at any time. I'm going to end this call and I'll call you back once Agent Booth has been loaded up into the ambulance and I find out what hospital they're going to take him to."
Filled with terror, Brennan managed to thank Agent Shaw, ended the call and waited for Shaw to call her back. While she waited, Brennan, carried her phone in her hand, walked over to Hodgins' office and told him what was going on. Sympathetic and worried about his friend, he insisted that he drive her to the hospital as soon as they knew which one to go to. She had informed him that she could drive, but the thought of Booth on a rampage when he found out was enough to make Hodgins make sure Brennan got to the hospital with help. Wounded or not, an angry Booth was to be avoided at all costs.
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Very anxious about Booth's condition and the fact that Brennan was in her eighth month of pregnancy, Hodgins felt like the world was crumbling around him. Once they knew where Booth had been taken and Brennan was safely in his car, he drove them to the hospital while Angela sat in the back seat fretting. Everyone else had been notified about Booth's condition and they would get to the hospital as soon as they could. Anxious that Booth being seriously hurt would cause Brennan to go into premature labor, Hodgins kept asking Brennan if she was okay during most of the trip.
Her irritation growing with each question, Brennan finally snapped at her friend. "Dr. Hodgins . . . please stop asking me if I'm okay. It's . . . it's maddening. I have no intention of having my baby at this time and in your car."
Embarrassed, Hodgins glanced at Brennan and back at the road. "Sorry Dr. B . . . I'm just worried about Booth."
With a sad smile, Brennan reined in her annoyance. "Yes. I understand . . . You needn't worry about Booth. He's been hurt before and he's always recovered. He's very strong. I'm am worried about the anesthesia though. He's very sensitive to it's effects. I reminded Agent Shaw to tell his surgeon that he needs to monitor Booth's breathing more closely than he normally would. Booth will be quite upset if he sleeps three days again."
Hodgins thought he'd try to talk positively to Brennan. It might help her relax just a little. "Yeah, he'll be okay . . . Nothing can bring Booth down. If he sleeps for three days, he'll be pissed, but he'll get over it . . . He'll probably be angrier that he got hurt so close to Christmas . . . Man he loves Christmas."
Thoughts of Christmas with Booth in the hospital made Brennan sad. "Yes . . . yes he does. He wants to get a big Christmas tree for the house this year. I may have to get someone else to buy one and decorate it for us this year. He will be very disappointed that he can't do it himself. He has four boxes of Christmas decorations in the attic and wanted to get a tree big enough so that he could use most of them."
Glancing at Brennan, Hodgins said, "Let me buy the tree and decorate it. I'd like to do it for Booth, if you wouldn't mind."
Her gaze now on the scenery pass by, Brennan nodded her head. "I don't know . . . I'm not sure Booth will want his tree put up now that he can't put it up himself. He can be very negative when he gets hurt, but I don't want him to skip a Christmas tradition that means so much to him either . . . Alright, I want you to buy the biggest tree possible that will safely fit in our living room. Thank you."
Relieved that he could do something for his friends, Hodgins started making plans. "Cool. Angela would only let me buy a ten foot tree for our house. I'll see what I can do for your house tomorrow afternoon."
Glaring at her husband, Angela crossed her arms against her breasts. "Our ceilings are eleven feet. A ten foot tree is more than big enough."
As they drew closer to the hospital, Brennan prepared herself for the ordeal that she knew was coming.
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Sorry. I actually wrote part of this story last September and I just now got around to completing it now. Let's call it a late Christmas present from me to you.