Okkkkkkay. I'm going to opening admit that I'm cruel. After promising some resolution, I come up with this little chap, that'll hopefully make you want more! I hate to do this cliche storyline, but couldn't resist. I love you awesome reviewers and readers so hope that you like this chap anyway! Here you go:

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Booth was barely watching the game. His eyes were glazed over, the movement of the players not at all rising him from his musings. He considered his relationship with his partner. Every touch, hug, emotion, moment shared between them. He grinned softly, thinking of her smile, the shared kisses between them. He wanted more than anything to be in a relationship with her, but didn't want them to rush things.

He was disrupted from his thoughts as a light knocking came from his front door. He practically leapt to his feet, begging it to be his Bones. He opened the door to find Angela.

'Angela?' he stared at her, slightly annoyed. 'What're you doing here?'

'Booth, there's been an accident,' Angela said quietly.

'Bones,' he whispered and Angela nodded.

'There was a car-bomb out the front of the function centre where Bren was on her date,' Angela continued and Booth saw tears in her eyes. 'People are injured, killed. I saw it on the news and came here.' His heart broke at her words, completely shattered. He felt his chest tighten, his voice catch in his throat. Shock overcame him, rising in his chest as he began to breathe heavily.

'We have to go,' Booth said, his face paling as he grabbed his keys and slammed the door. Angela trailed in his wake as they ran down the stairs and to his SUV. Booth's hands were shaking as he fumbled with his keys to open the lock and jumped inside.

He turned on his siren, his mind racing as he sped through the late night traffic. Angela didn't even make to object to his erratic driving, she wouldn't have been able to speak if she tried. Booth knew where to go; he had peeked at her invitation when he was at her apartment earlier that night, just in case he felt the desire to interrupt.

When they finally arrived at the conference centre the scene that met them was horrifying. The front of the building was in ruins, flames seeping up into the night's sky, reflecting a brilliant orange on the emergency crews below. Firemen and civilians alike were scampering around the ground. The area had not yet been blocked off as police needed the help of civilians; they needed people to help the burning people out of the building. As Booth hastily parked his car on the curb and opened the door the sound of the chaos was possibly more disturbing than the sight. Screams and sirens filled the air, the harsh stench of fire, ash and smoke rising in his nostrils.

'Stay here,' he said to Angela, his eyes focussed on the scene in front of him.

'I…'

'Ange, I can't focus on finding her if I think you're in danger.' She could see the tears in his eyes and nodded.

'I'll see if I can help with the people they've found so far,' she said over the fresh sound of a siren.

'Call Hodgins to come and look after you,' he said and she nodded. They were both in too much shock to object to the other's suggestions.

'Stay safe,' she said quietly. She knew that there was no stopping him. He glanced at her one more time before sprinting into the chaos, only one thing on his mind.

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The smoke was close to unbearable. Booth's lungs tightened as he moved closer to the building.

'Level two,' he muttered to himself, remembering the invitation. He knew his only way in would be through the back which remained somewhat intact and sprinted towards the back of the building, finally reaching an emergency staircase.

As he sprinted up the stairs he passed firemen with the injured slung over their shoulders as well as the injured helping the injured. He tried to ignore these horrific images that burned their way into his mind as he reached the second floor. He didn't hesitate in shooting the lock on the door before running into the room. The second he opened the door a wall of black smoke hit him. He fell to his knees.

'Bones!' he yelled. In response he heard more of the building begin to collapse. 'Temperance!'

He got back on his feet, coughing slightly as he scampered around the vast room. Luckily this area was mostly undamaged, but flames were creeping their way through the room, by the looks of the opposite corner. The room remained quite empty, most people having abandoned it when the first explosion rocked the building.

'Bones!' he yelled again.

'Booth!' the faint reply that he heard made his heart soar. He ran towards the voice. 'Bones, where are you?'

'Over here, by the stage!' she coughed. Through the smoke he saw her figure, trapped under one of the pillars that were meant to hold up the roof. When he reached her side he took no time to lift the pillar slightly, the adrenalin giving him further strength as she crawled out from underneath. He saw the weakness in her eyes.

'Bones, stay with me,' he lifted her easily into his arms. 'Come on, Bones you need to stay with me.'

As he made his way back to the stairwell he began to feel dizzy, his mind beginning to swim through the haze of his smoke-filled lungs. The stairwell was a feat in itself, the steep concrete stairs challenging for Booth while he was carrying Brennan. As the building began to shake he ran faster, finally reaching the bottom door and throwing it open. He practically collapsed on the other side, the sight of ambulances in front of him such a relief that his whole body gave up.

Brennan still wrapped in his arms, he allowed the cold night's air to wash over him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and moved slightly to look at the young ambulance officer standing over him.

'Sir, are you alright?' the man asked. 'Is she alright?' Booth looked down at Brennan, placing his hand on her cheek. Her beautiful blue eyes were hidden under her lids, her dress blackened from the ash. He could see the long gash running up her leg from where the pillar had cut her and bruises forming on her arms.

'I don't know,' he whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek and into her hair. 'I don't know.'

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Did ya like it? Bombs, fire, smoke. Fun, fun, fun. Written pretty quickly, so let me know if I went wrong. I'm sorry if I'm not really tying chaps together, but I'm trying to keep an entertaining story. The following chaps should be more flowing.

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