Vincent's Tragic Death
Vincent answered the phone knowing full well it was Broadsky on the other end. Booth had handed him the phone so he could get a call tracking application going on his phone. Suddenly, glass shattered from above and everyone was on the floor. Booth started to get up, thinking no one had been hit by the bullet. He heard Brennan's voice and looked to Vincent. He was trying to get up but Booth gently pushed him back down pressed his hands to Vincent's chest. Dark red blood was pouring out of Vincent's chest. He'd been hit. Thirty seconds later there was no reason for Booth to keep the pressure on Vincent's chest. Vincent was dead.
Booth was lying in his bed trying to sleep but Vincent's face kept popping up whenever he closed his eyes. He wondered if his partner was getting any sleep in the next room and was thankful she was safe. Booth fell into a light sleep; comforted by the fact his partner was safe.
Lying on Booth's uncomfortable couch, Brennan was trying to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. Vincent's face would appear every time she tried to sleep, so she gave up. Brennan had done a lot of thinking while lying on the couch. Brennan decided she had questions that needed answered and needed comfort immediately.
Hearing the door quietly open, Booth sat up quickly and reached for his gun. He looked at the clock and saw it was 4am. He put the gun away as soon as he saw who it was. Brennan entered the room and started asking her questions. Booth listened to Brennan ask her questions. He provided as many answers and as much comfort as he could. When she asked for a hug, he gave her one and gently lowered them onto the bed, where she cried into his shoulder until she was all out of tears.