BOOTH'S POV
My hands shook as I carefully aimed the gun out towards the voices. I could hear Bones trying to run away. Throwing various curses at Borcht.
What if I miss Borcht all together? Or worse, what if I hit Bones?
Don't think about that Booth. He thought to himself. I am a sniper for god's sake!
My hand was shaking less now. I could aim now.
"Get the hell off of me!" Bones screamed
"Aw Cahm down, you sveet little zing. I am not zat bahd!"
Don't think. Aim for the voice.
Aim for the voice.
Aim for the voice.
FLASH
BANG
SCREAM
The wrong scream.
Brennan's scream.
BRENNAN'S POV
The initial pain of the injury startled me; I had been stabbed, exploded, and kidnapped before but never shot. But thankfully my adrenaline kicked in and the excruciating pain became numb sensation. Borcht looked as startled as I was. What the hell was he trying to do? Flirt with me then shoot me? I just didn't seem right. I was loosing too much blood. I couldn't think strait. I was dizzy. Maybe if I sat down. Before I could my legs collapsed and I fell on to a table beside me.
The last thing I remembered hearing was Booth's voice: "Bones, I am so sorry."
Sorry for what? What was he apologizing for?
Borcht looked as startled as I was.
What was he trying to do?
It didn't make sense.
The last thought in my mind before I passed out
Booth shot me.