Unfortunately, I don't own Bones. Please enjoy, and review.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Booth." He answered, thinking it was one of the squints with an update on their latest case.

"Seeley, you need to get down to George Washington Memorial Hospital right now" The hysterical voice of Rebecca rang in his ear.

"WHAT? What happened? Are you okay?" He asked in a near yell.

"I'm fine, its Parker…he's been shot." She cried into the phone

"I'm on my way" Booth replied as he closed his phone, turned his sirens on and sped towards the hospital.

'Oh God please let him live, I'll do anything, anything you want, just let him live' He prayed silently as he raced down the streets, each passing moment creating a deeper sense of panic and fear.

He parked and ran into the hospital into the ER.

"Parker Booth, they just brought him in, where is he?" He said to the nurse at the desk, his voice rose in his nervousness.

"They just took him into surgery sir" She replied, trying to calm him down.

"Seeley!" He saw Rebecca down the hall and rushed towards her.

"What happened, who the hell shot him?" He said angrily.

"I don't know, the school called me and said that Parker was out playing during recess when a single shot knocked him down. The doctors said it …..passed through his chest, most likely puncturing a lung. He's in surgery now but. Oh God Seeley I can't lose him, I just can't, I just….." Rebecca began sobbing as he pulled her into his arms. His face twisted with worry and anger and fear.

"He's gonna be fine. He's a Booth, he'll make it." He said to her, and to himself.

He had to remain calm, he couldn't break down now, Rebecca needed him and so did his son.

He had to be strong.

He led her into the waiting room and sat her down.

"I need to get some air" He said as he walked out quickly, he found an exit at the back of the hospital which lead into a deserted alley.

"DAMNIT." He screamed as he punched a cardboard box.

"DAMNITDAMNITDAMNITDAMNIT" As he continued to punch the box until it was mere shreds.

He sunk back against the wall into a crouch, cradling his head in his arms, Seeley Booth wept.

He had never cried so hard in his life. He'd never been so scared in his life.

'I can't lose him' He thought to himself.

He tried to catch his breath, his throat hoarse from screaming, and crying.

He wiped his face and took a deep breath.

'Buck up Ranger, the days not over yet' He recalled the words that his old Sergeant said to him.

"It's not over yet" He said aloud, reassuring himself.

Fully composed he walked back into the hospital. Ready to face whatever was ahead.

Please review.