A/N: Okay folks time to find out who was a victim of Christopher Pelant's attempt on Dr. Brennan. Who feels guilt? Who feels devastation? What will Booth and Brennan come up with next in their fight against Pelant?

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A/N: I know that there are some who hated Monday's episode, but I was laughing my butt off during certain parts. My points are (SPOILERS for NAZI ON THE HONEYMOON. IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING!)

1) I didn't see much of a age difference between Christine and Michael. They're less than one year apart, plus her parents are tall, while Michael's...not so much. I've seen toddlers taller than their age and shorter ones, also.

2) I liked the flirting between B & B in this episode. Would I have liked slightly more...sure. However it hit the right note with me, especially when she commented on how much she missed their hotel room!

3) I have to admit, I was thinking it was the maid who did the Nazi in. I liked the storyline and when I watched it a second time, it was interesting because you have to wonder how much was Dr. Perez's reluctance to have Dr. Brennan consult because of Brennan's...well...lack of tact we'll say...and how much was to avoid getting caught.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but am excited about 2 episodes next week!

Now on with the story...

Sweets walked back in the ER with a bounce in his step. He was so relieved that Olivia was going to be okay. He hoped the ultrasound came out all right, but it didn't matter. She was going to be just fine.

The nurse he was following led to a room. When he went in, he saw Dr. Haverbush and Booth standing together as if waiting for him.

"I'm sorry, I was told that this was Olivia's room" Sweets said as he was closing the door.

Booth inhaled, dreading the task ahead of him. "Sweets, I'm so sorry, but Olivia is dead" He used her first name instead of her title because she was still a human being he grew to admire as she developed as an agent. He also felt Sweets deserved more than the official notice agents gave the loved ones.

Sweets felt slapped in the face. "No she's not. I was told when we got here that she was having an ultrasound and they would come get me when she was ready for visitors."

Booth led him to a couch in the room. He sat on the coffee table across from it. "Sweets, when the EMTs got to the scene, there was a lot of confusion because everyone in the bedroom had dark hair, including Sparling for a recent undercover assignment. Her ID was found next to Bones and in the chaos of the moment, they thought she was Bones and that Bones was…..Agent Sparling."

Sweets' composure started to crumble. "How the hell do we know that this isn't Dr. Brennan or Agent Shaw, or even Agent Perotta? I heard she was there, why I have no idea, but how do we know for sure?"

"Because…..Agent Shaw was found in the hallway. She is being treated for a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. I wanted to be sure, so I checked on Agent Perotta's status. I was able to identify her before she went into treatment for the severe burns on her leg. She had patches of burns that were not blocked from the bomb because….listen, she was readily identifiable."

Booth almost said 'because of Agent Sparling' but caught himself before he pressed forward. "Agent Spar-Olivia also had a temporary tattoo on her left hand from her undercover assignment. Her hand sustained little damage and I saw the tattoo. Bones is the one getting the ultrasound, Sweets"

Sweets' shock gave way to realization as he felt tears in his eyes. He knew that Booth would never lie to him. As he felt the tears fall, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him.

Booth saw a few people look into the room through the small window by the door. At that moment, he didn't give a shit who saw him hug Sweets. All he cared about at that moment was that Sweets was devastated and needed him.

A short time later, Booth was following a nurse down a short corridor to his wife. When he got to the right room and opened the door, it was like manna from Heaven.

Brennan was in bed with her eyes closed, left arm in a temporary splint, and right hand protectively over her abdomen. When her ultrasound results came in, they had to get the OB/GYN on duty for any assistance during the procedure and change the protocol. Dr. Haverbush stated he had ten minutes with her before the nurse would come in and prep her.

Booth quietly closed the door and could only stand there and stare as he thanked God for the miracles he received in the last few months. For having friends concerned enough to help Brennan see the truth when he couldn't tell her, for granting Bones the courage to take the final step with him, for having her in his life when his son would need them both more than ever, for having her survive the bombing in their bedroom, and for their baby surviving the blast. He knew they were not out of the woods yet, so he stopped at the chapel and prayed for their baby before coming to see his wife.

"I know you're there, Booth"

He came out of his thoughts. His wife was looking at him and smiling. "Come here, Booth" He noticed how she wouldn't take her right hand off her stomach.

He pulled a rolling stool over to her bed and sat down. He started to take her in. One bruise on her cheekbone and another on her right temple, along with cut above her eyebrow repaired with stitches. Her left arm was splinted and lying on the bed prone. His eyes drifted towards her abdomen and the emotions he kept in at her close call finally released as tears came down his face.

Brennan pulled him towards her as he laid his head on her stomach and cried. She felt helpless as she could do nothing but rub circles on his back and comfort him with words such as "We're okay, Booth…..the baby's safe….."

When she said 'the mighty hut is going to be fine', it lifted him out of his funk. "Bones, I don't give a fuck about our house. We can always get another house. I won't be able to get another you. I thought earlier that I lost you for good. They thought you were Agent Sparling—"

"I know, Booth" Brennan whispered. "When I was having my ultrasound, the tech answered the phone. She gave my name as Olivia Sparling. I went to correct her, but when I heard her say my name, I relaxed as much as I could since I was still feeling the effects of the concussion. My local had wore off at that time where I had my eyebrow sutured"

Brennan had tears pooling in her eyes. "When we were done the tech left me so I could go to the bathroom, which I insisted on doing myself. I was nauseated, but not crippled as I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself"

Booth laughed in spite of himself. His laugh died down when he saw the sadness in his wife's face. He squeezed her right hand to let her know it was okay to continue.

"She left the door cracked and while I was….finishing up…..I heard her talk to someone. They said that there was a fatality and they thought it was me, and you had to identify me" Her face turned annoyed. "Gossiping little harpies" When she saw Booth's surprise, she started her tangent. "I do understand some popular vernacular, Booth. Harpies come from Greek mythology, meaning—"

Booth knew he needed to head her off at the pass. "Never mind, Bones. Finish what you were saying, please"

Brennan had the tears she held back fall. "Booth, she pushed me out of the way of the bomb. She pushed me into Agent Perotta, who then covered me as we hit something hard before getting to the floor. I-I think it was the dresser." Brennan wiped tears from her face. "Agent Sparling took the majority of the bomb's impact. She died to protect me and our baby"

Booth took his wife in his arms as she cried. He shed a few more tears himself as he realized the sacrifice made by the agents in the bedroom with Bones. As each of them came down from their emotional moments, Brennan turned to her husband.

"Booth, how is Sweets?"

"Devastated, Bones"

"Our baby duck is going to need us"

"I know, Bones. He does and we definitely will be there for him" Booth thoughts collected into one. 'You fucked up by hurting Sweets, Pelant. Another reason for you to go down'

An hour later, he left his wife's room as she received a visit from Angela and Hodgins. He told Brennan he had to question the two surviving agents. She warned him to not lose his temper. He snickered at that conversation as he walked to his destination.

"Don't worry, Bones. Calm as a cucumber"

"Cucumbers are vegetables, Booth. They don't—"

"It means I won't lose my temper, Bones"

When he got to the first room, he opened the door and felt he was intruding.

Genny was in her bed admiring and smelling an eclectic bouquet while Wendell sat watching her with a smile. Her left shoulder was in a sling and there were a few bruises on her tear-stained face. Booth admired Wendell's restrained patience and the flowers he knew for a fact put a dent into the intern's meager checkbook. He recognized a couple of them and the significance of them. 'Atta Boy, Wendell' he thought to himself.

Seeing that neither one acknowledged his presence, he knocked. Startling the two people in the room, he moved into the room. "Sorry to break up the party"

"It's okay Agent Booth" Genny said. She couldn't describe how she felt at that moment, but she knew that she had to put that part aside now. She was an FBI Agent involved in a case involving the death of a fellow agent. She needed to do it for Olivia. "Wendell was visiting me and brought me these flowers"

"Nice job, Bray"

Wendell got red in the face with embarrassment, so Booth decided to let him be. "Wendell, did the lab find anything yet?"

Wendell was dreading this part. "Yeah, Booth. We identified the shrapnel….it's human bone. Hodgins has some labs running. He's here with Angela visiting Dr. Brennan since Angela was here for her OT"

Booth felt his insides turn cold. 'Human bone used as shrapnel'. He prayed it was stolen from a grave and not another victim.

He turned to his junior agent and knew what she was struggling with at this moment. After debating what to reveal, he sat down on a nearby stool and moved on the opposite side of the bed. "Agent Shaw, you're not alone. You're feeling loss, anger…..and guilt now" When she turned to him in surprise, he continued. "I had the same feeling when my spotter was shot when I was in the Army as a sniper"

"I was his superior, his partner, and his friend. For years, I blamed myself for what happened to him. I kept thinking about how I could have prevented it. Eventually I realized two things. First, playing that game only killed me a little more each time I did it. It took me almost dying in an explosion on a naval ship to understand that"

When he saw he had her attention, he continued. "Then I realized that I had to put the blame where it belonged…to the asshole who shot him" Shaw only continued to stare at him, in awe as he was able to put into words what she was feeling.

"Shaw, you nor Agent Perotta did anything to cause her to die. Sparling was there because I asked her to pick up my wife from the airport. You came along for the ride. Agent Perotta had her reasons, whatever they were. If it wasn't for the actions of you and two other agents, Bones may be dead right now"

"I didn't do—"

"Shaw, you were badly injured from being thrown almost ten feet into a wall. You were barely conscious and you were somehow able to dial 911 from your phone before blacking out. Agent Sparling pushed my wife out of the path of the blast. Agent Perotta took Bones from Sparling and covered her as they were blasted into our dresser and to the ground. All three of you did what you were trained to do as FBI agents"

Wendell could only stare as he heard Booth's last comments. He didn't realize how close Genny was to dying in the blast and as much as he hated to say it, was grateful that it was Olivia lying in the morgue right now. He became more determined to show her he was not a guy to run at the first sign of trouble like Danny's father. He also realized at that moment he did not merely have feelings for her. He was in love with her and knew in his gut he could never love another like he did Genevieve Shaw. He wanted more, but didn't want to lose her friendship. If that was all he could have, he would accept it. 'If Agent Booth can wait for Dr. Brennan, I can wait for Genny'. His thoughts were interrupted by Shaw speaking.

"Agent Booth, if I was closer to Olivia, maybe she—"

"Shut up Shaw! Her instincts, your instincts, hell even Perotta's instincts kicked in when the time came. That is what makes a true Federal Agent stand out from the wannabes"

Booth realized he was getting away from his main point. "Shaw, the point I was originally trying to make, is that you are not to blame for what happened. The only one to blame is Christopher Pelant. When you are out of the hospital, I need you to help me take that little shit down. Not just for my family, or the public, but for Olivia Sparling as well. Her death can't be in vain. Can I count on you?"

Shaw felt a weight off her shoulders after Booth's talk. "Yes, sir, I will be there"

Booth got up. "Good" Seeing the two of them, he could only think of a time years earlier. A hospital room after a bomb in Bones' refrigerator. His severe injuries exacerbated after leaving to rescue Bones from a dirty agent. She ditching her date and spending the night with him instead. 'Hopefully Wendell doesn't have to wait as long as I did, but he will wait for her….at least do a better job than I did"

Genny inhaled to hold back fresh tears she knew were forming. "How's Sweets?"

Booth knew she would ask at some point. "Crushed. He insisted on going to see Agent Sparling and I couldn't talk him out of it. I am going to get him and give him a ride, probably to Hodgins and Angela's since our house is still a crime scene, before I talk to Agent Perotta."

He inhaled before continuing. "Shaw, what happened when you got to my house? Where does Agent Perotta fit in here? I didn't want to bother Bones with it after everything today."

"Well, sir" Genny saw Wendell turn to leave and grabbed his hand. "Agent Booth, can Wendell stay?"

Wendell felt his insides explode. 'She's holding my hand and wants me to stay with her. Wow!...wait, what the fuck am I saying. She's in the hospital because a nut blew up Booth and Dr. Brennan's house and her best friend died. Still….'

"Wendell!" Two voices yelled at him.

He came out of his thoughts. "Are you sure, Genny?"

"Yeah, Wendell….I am. Please"

After Wendell sat down, he took her hand again slowly and when Genny tried to yank it out of his, he held it tighter. Genny gave up the fight as she relaxed. "When we pulled into your driveway…."

A short time later, Agent Booth knocked on the door. When he heard "Come in", he entered.

Andrew Hacker was speaking to Agent Perotta, who was in bed with her leg in traction due to burns. She had a black eye and her left arm in a sling. When she saw who was in her room, her eyes got big and he recognized the look as panic.

"Agent Booth, I was about to debrief Agent Perotta on what happened earlier. How is Temperance?"

"Bones is fine. She's getting some sleep" He turned to Perotta. "Assistant Director, do you mind if I talk to Agent Perotta?" He turned to Hacker. "I'm going to be awake for a while and I want to thank her for saving my partner's life"

"Of course, of course" Hacker said. 'If Booth is here, I can go see Temperance. She needs someone more refined…like me' "I'll check in with both of you tomorrow"

When Hacker left, he sent a text to Angela giving her a heads up. 'She and Hodgins will take care of Hacker' he thought with a smile.

When done, he looked at Perotta, who had a small sheen of sweat on her brow. Putting a smile on his face, he walked over to her bed. "Agent Perotta, thank you for what you did for Bones. Because of you and Agent Sparling, she was saved from the blast"

Perotta thought about Agent Sparling and felt sadness with anger. 'I hated the know-it-all, but she was still a fellow agent killed in the line of duty' If it can happen to her, it can happen to any of us, including me.' "Yes, I know, Agent Booth. Assistant Director Hacker told me what happened"

Booth saw genuine sorrow on her face and decided to give her an inch. "Thank you, Agent Perotta"

Perotta was beginning to relax. "Agent Booth, I will admit I didn't get along with Agent Sparling…..but, she still was a fellow agent. No matter how I felt about her, I will do what I can to help get the bastard. Also, let her family know I'm sorry"

"Of course" 'She's getting an inch, but not a foot'. "I'm going to head back to Bones' room. I'll come by in the morning"

Booth got all the way to the door, but suddenly turned around. "Agent Perotta, I almost forgot. I hear you like to dress up as my partner"

All the blood from Perotta's face drained. 'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!'

Booth walked towards her. "I hear you also like to put earrings in my bed and break into my house"

He saw the sweat start to pour down her face. When he got closer, he grabbed a nearby chair and moved it to her bedside. "Agent Perotta, let's have a talk"