Hey, guys! So, first let me start off by saying sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. School and scholarship stuff has been making me so busy. But I hope to get faster at posting chapters up. I know it's not a lot, but it's all I have written out right now. And I thought something is better than nothing, right? So, please let me know what you guys think of this latest post! Your reviews keep me going! Enjoy!

For Booth, everything at that moment seemed to pass in slow motion. He barely acknowledged the rushing in of the medics, or his back up team. He barely noticed the medics pulling him away to get to Bones. His Bones. All he could concentrate on was the slipping of Bones' hand from his. He didn't want to let go, but knew he had to. Then, he saw the medic team rush Bones out of the room on a stretcher. And he couldn't move. He was glued to that spot. Still kneeling by where his Bones had just been taken away.

All the movement and commotion in the room fell silent upon Booth's ears. All he focused on was the crunching gravel under the ambulances wheels as it pulled away. He listened to the wail of the siren as the ambulance made its way down the road. He listened until he couldn't hear it anymore.

Then, he did all he could do. All that his body would allow him.

He yelled…He screamed…He cried out…

In frustration and anger and sadness. It was as if the whole event had just caught up with him. He couldn't believe what the situation was right now. He couldn't believe she would put herself in danger to help him. Couldn't believe she got shot because of him. He would never forgive himself if something happened to her. After all, she was where she was right now because of him. She got shot because he let her go with him. He chastised himself for letting her go with him. He knew it was a dangerous situation. She was his responsibility. He was supposed to protect her. And, instead, he got his partner shot.

Then, he noticed someone calling his name.

"Booth," The voice sounded far away. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Seeley," the voice said.

Booth stood and turned to face his boss.

"Sir," Booth started to explain, but was cut off by Cullen.

"Seeley, I don't need you to explain right now," Cullen started, sympathy evident in his voice. "First thing we gotta do is get that arm taken care of."

Up until now, Booth had barely even notice his arm. But it was starting to hurt now the adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins had subsided.

"Sir," Booth protested, "I need to get to the hospital. I need to go to Bones." He said with determination in his voice.

"Seeley, you were shot in the arm. You need that bandaged up." Cullen said, with authority.

"With all due respect, Sir, I really don't care about my damn arm. What I really care about is my partner. My partner who's at the hospital right now being treated for a bullet wound to her stomach. She shouldn't even be there. I should be in her place. The reason she got shot was because of me. If I wouldn't have let her come in with me…If I wouldn't've given her a gun…If-If I…" Booth stammered. He was rambling. He knew it. So did Cullen.

"Ok, Seeley, you go to the hospital. You find Dr. Brennan. And you promise me you'll take care of that arm." Cullen said finally.

Booth looked at him for a minute. Then, he said all he could manage.

"Thank you, Sir."

And he left to be with his Bones.