AN: I wanted to write, but I didn't really have any ideas, so I just started typing (I do that a lot)…here's what became of it. I noticed it didn't really have much BB fluff in it, and that it was kind of focused more on Zach (who is telling the story), but I wanted to put it in here. Sorry if it's kind of flat.
I like using other characters to tell stories, if you can't tell. :P
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It was just like any other day at the Jeffersonian. Angela and Hodgins were making out, Booth and Brennan were bickering, and Cam was taking charge, trying to calm both couples down.
I was standing over an old set of bones, probably Native American, when I heard the first shot. I tried to address the situation, but nothing seemed to register. It all happened so fast. I closed my eyes, unable to take in the horrible scene I knew was taking place in front of me.
A body crumpling to the floor. A woman screaming. A man shouting. More gunshots. The screaming ceased, only to be replaced with heavy sobs.
When I finally opened my eyes they fell upon the body on the floor. He was wearing a suit, and my immediate thought was that Agent Booth was dead. But as my gaze shifted, I realized that he was standing only a few yards away, holding Dr.Brennan in his arms, gun thrown down on the ground and forgotten.
I stood frozen, clipboard still in hand, trying to analyze what had just happened.
At first, I thought Dr.Brennan was dead. Then I saw her head move, and realized that she had only been shot in the shoulder, but was losing an immense amount of blood. Angela, still crying, was now on the phone, probably calling 911.
I watched as Booth gently set Dr.Brennan on the ground and started stroking her hair. She mumbled something, and he answered her, smiling. She said something else, and his face became solemn again as he placed pressure on the wound. As he did so, she grimaced in pain, but did not protest.
Two minutes passed. Three. Five.
She was getting paler and paler. Everyone was still frozen in place. An ambulance could be heard in the distance. She whispered something again, this time weaker. He shook his head, cupping her cheek with his free hand.
"I will never leave you." He said aloud. And with that, he kissed her, full on the lips. She returned the gesture, her good arm slowly rising to rest on the back of his head. I glanced at Cam out of the corner of my eye; she was jealous, I could tell.
They parted only when the paramedics arrived. It was only when the partners disappeared out the sliding glass doors that we noticed the other body laying on the ground, facedown.
Still carrying my clipboard, I ventured over to him, slowly turning his body over to see his face. It was as I had guessed. The man who had shot Dr.Brennan was the prime suspect in the current case. Putting two and two together, I figured that he had shot her and missed, but before he could finish the job, Booth had shot him first, putting a damper in his plans.
The world is full of evil, I thought, staring down into the man's vacant expression.
We waited around for what seemed like forever. An hour later, we got a call from Booth. He told us that "the doctor had been able to remove the bullet just fine", and that "Bones was going to be ok". As I sighed a sigh of relief, the past events ran through my head. The shots, the screaming, the kiss.
The kiss. My jaw dropped as realization sank in. Agent Booth had kissed Dr.Brennan! Through all the horrible events, I couldn't help but smile a tad. I had won the bet. Turning to Hodgins, I held my palm out.
"Fork it over."
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