Author's Note: Hello everyone and welcome to my very first Bones fic! Obviously, I'm new at playing with this show and these characters so I apologize to long-time fans who know this show inside and out if I don't peg them quite right.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just borrowing the characters for a bit.

Note: This takes place somewhere between Seasons 6 and 7 so, Bones is pregnant and Sweets does not have a gun yet. Those are the most important things to take note of.

Warning: As far as spoilers go, I will not mention anything that has yet to, or may happen in future episodes. Only things from already aired episodes in the US. As for cursing... I don't think there is any in this chapter but there may be a couple mild ones at some point. I don't like to stray too far from what you would see in the actual show. Also, this is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.

I think that's about it, so enjoy!

Dr. Temperance Brennan slowly made her way down the sidewalk towards the diner that all of her friends and coworkers gathered at so frequently. It was classic behavior for tight-knit groups to find a place of common social standing to discuss the overlaps of work and personal life. For the Jeffersonian team plus Booth and Sweets, that place was The Royal Diner.

She tightened her arms around her shoulders as she walked further into the night. It was certainly not a far walk but the crisp cool air nipped at her and made her want to reach her destination quicker. Normally, she would not have minded this weather as it heralded the onset of autumn, a season that she particularly enjoyed, however this autumn was a little different than the rest. This autumn, she had a fetus growing inside of her and it was entirely dependent on her choices. Therefore, Brennan did not want to expose herself to cool night air too long so as to decrease her chances of getting a cold.

Truth be told, she hadn't planned on this at all. Their current case was at a standstill and had been difficult on everyone so Booth had suggested a short dinner at the diner. Brennan, unlike the others, had turned it down, as she wanted to remain with the bones and search further for any new evidence. However, about ten minutes after they had all left, Brennan had been hit with a sudden wave of hunger. Deciding the needs of her unborn child were worth a short break, she set off for the diner.

A part of her knew that Booth would be unhappy with her decision to walk alone, but it was a short walk and she was perfectly capable of making it on her own. She was not in need of someone holding her hand during every task.

With the diner now in sight, Brennan quickened her pace. She was really quite hungry and, as odd as the feelings were to her, she yearned for some light-hearted banter after such a trying case. She yearned for the company of her friends in a much more pleasant setting and the diner was just that.

She was just about to cross the last street before the diner when she heard someone running up behind her. Knowing that the streets were pretty empty at this time of night, she began to turn around but was cut short when she suddenly felt a constricting arm wrap around her neck.

"Give me your purse!" the man growled, one arm around her neck, the other holding either a gun or a knife to her stomach. "Cell phone, keys, everything!"

Her first reaction was to fight but that thought was quickly thwarted because she knew attempting to fight the man off would put her child at more of a risk. And while trusting that this man would leave her alone if she obeyed his commands was also risky, it seemed to have better odds.

She slowly began to move her hands to her purse when, as suddenly as it had began, Brennan felt the man being ripped away from her. She stumbled and nearly fell due to the sudden force and tried to regain her balance and see what was going on.

On the ground before her were two men, rolling around in a tight hold as they fought. Brennan watched, stunned, but was pulled back to reality when one of the men, her rescuer, yelled, "Run!"

She didn't need to be told twice. She broke off into as much of a sprint as possible towards the diner. Her first thought was to get Booth and she knew he was in there. She tried not to think about what had just happened and who had just rescued her. It was not in her nature to leave someone behind like that and while that fact bothered her, she knew it was simply due to her motherly instincts kicking in. All she could do was get Booth and hope the man who had saved her would be okay.

Finally reaching the diner, she ran up to the window where her friends sat and banged on the glass. She saw them all look up and, after she motioned for Booth to follow, she saw them all jump up and run outside.

"Bones, what…" Booth began as he grabbed her shoulders, but she immediately cut him off.

"S-someone tried to rob me!" she practically yelled, though she hadn't meant to. "Somebody else stopped him and… and they're fighting. It's here!"

She then turned away from him and began running back in the direction she had came.

"Bones, stop!" Booth yelled, grabbing on to her hand and successfully stopping her. "Stay here."

She obeyed, decided it was smarter to remain behind and let Booth clear the scene before she returned. So, she stayed standing amongst Cam, Hodgins and Angela and watched as Booth drew his weapon and raced towards the men who were still fighting.

Before Booth reached them, however, a gunshot rang through the silent night and Brennan was certain her heart had just stopped. A part of her feared the worst: Booth had been shot. She had led him right to his death. However, even though Hodgins had forced both her and Angela behind him, Brennan was still able to see the fact that Booth appeared to be fine. The other two men was a different story.

One of them, presumably the one who'd been shot, was lying on the ground though he did seem to be moving. The other was currently being thrown against a wall and handcuffed by Booth.

Brennan felt a tight feeling in her stomach when she realized her rescuer had just been shot. The four of them stayed there for a second, watching the scene before them unfold, when Brennan heard Booth yell, "Call 911!"

She felt Cam move behind her and knew she was doing as Booth had said but Brennan was more focused on Booth. He had the guy in custody but seemed very distraught at the man lying on the ground. He suddenly looked up at them and she could tell something was very wrong.

"Get over here!" he yelled rather frantically, "Now!"

They all took off, practically running, towards the scene. Brennan kept her eyes moving between Booth and the man on the ground and fell behind the others. Before she got a good look, however, she heard Angela say "Oh my God" as she dropped to her knees beside the man on the ground.

Brennan came closer and before she saw anything else, she saw the slightly wavy hair and knew exactly who it was.

"Sweets," she said under her breath.

Suddenly everything became a blur. She saw the bright red blood against the white button-up shirt, even with Hodgins' hands firmly placed against the source of the bleeding. She saw several other areas of damage on the young man's body from the intense fight he had just been in. She saw, most importantly, the man who had rescued her, the man who also happened to be her friend, dying.

Without further thought, she kneeled on the other side of him and grabbed his hand. She saw that he was still awake through swelling eyes, and tried to get his attention.

"Sweets," she said somewhat loudly once again, "Stay awake! You're going to be fine, stay awake."

She knew it was not right to say things that could proven untrue, but at the same time, she knew that comfort could sometimes be found in potential lies. Regardless, she noticed that a small smile had spread across Sweets' bloodied mouth.

She frowned and assumed he was delusional due to either blood loss or a concussion or both. But then he began to speak.

"You," he began, his voice weak, "You are g-gonna be a… great mother."

His voice drifted off and Brennan thought for a moment he may have fallen unconscious but was relieved to see his eyes remained open. But then his words hit her and suddenly felt tears burn her eyes. She was immediately reminded of having to watch Mr. Nigel-Murray bleed to death not too long ago and she didn't want to endure that again.

"Thank you Sweets," she said softly, "But you have to stay with us."

She saw his eyes search her own and his smile fade. "Don't… cry," he said so softly, it was hard to hear. But not only was she crying, Angela was too.

"Please, Sweets," she said softly. Brennan looked at her and then, for the first time, looked down at the wound itself. Of course, the actual wound was not visible under both Hodgins' and Angela's hands, but Brennan was well aware of its presence given the blood.

"Sweets," Cam said softly as she kneeled beside Brennan, "The ambulance will be here soon, okay? It doesn't seem like the bullet hit anything major, so you have a very good chance. Do you hear me?"

Brennan watched as Sweets slowly nodded his head but noticed his eyes were starting to roll back and his eyelids were fluttering. He was losing consciousness.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Booth yelled from behind them, "Keep him awake! Don't you go to sleep, Sweets. Don't let him go to sleep."

Brennan could hear the fear in his tone and knew that having to watch the criminal instead of being with Sweets was bothering him. Still, he seemed to be well aware of what was happening with the young man.

Finally, the sound of sirens pierced the night as police cars, an ambulance and a fire truck all barreled down the road towards them. Booth then pushed his prisoner towards the road where one of the police cars had just pulled up.

"Get him out of here," he barked to the cop when the man came out. The police officer took the man but seemed to be agitated with Booth.

"And who are you?" the man replied, staring at Booth. "What happened here?"

Brennan was perhaps not the best when it came to human emotions but she knew Booth was beyond irate. He pulled out his badge and practically held it in the man's face.

"I'm Agent Booth and this man," he basically yelled as he pointed at her attacker, "tried to rob a pregnant woman and then when Dr. Sweets, a psychologist for the FBI, attempted to save her, this man shot him. Any more questions?"

The cop, clearly in shock at what he had just walked into, shook his head quickly.

"Good," Booth said, though Brennan missed the remainder of their conversation and actions as the paramedics were now pushing in towards Sweets.

"Thank you," one of them said to Angela and Hodgins, "We've got it from here."

The two of them moved back as did Brennan and Cam when the medics began pulling out supplies. Brennan soon found herself lost in thought as well as odd, unwelcome emotions as she watched the men work on Sweets.

He was too young, she thought desperately to herself. Too young to have been shot, too young to be the one that rescued her. But even as she thought these things, she acknowledged that they were inaccurate; there was no standard age at which getting shot and rescuing others was deemed admissible.

Still, she couldn't help but feel this was all wrong. Booth was the one who always saved her. Booth was the one who would appear out of nowhere, rescue her and perhaps be injured along the way. It wasn't that Brennan liked that, but that was normal. This? Sweets lying on the ground bleeding? This wasn't right.

"We can take one," one of the medics said while they got in position to put Sweets on the stretcher. Booth managed to get in between them and basically lifted Sweets onto the stretcher himself. Afterwards, Brennan realized that everyone was looking at her.

Without thinking, she shook her head no and stepped away. She didn't know why she felt so strongly about this, but she suddenly found it very difficult to even look at Sweets.

"I'll go," Angela said solemnly before grabbing onto Sweets' hand and following them into the awaiting ambulance. They watched in silence as Sweets was loaded in and the ambulance drove away.

TBC

End Note: Hope everyone is liking it so far... I know for the Bones community, fics seem to need to focus on Bones and Booth's relationship but here's something different. They are still together, of course, they simply aren't the focus. Thanks for reading everyone and hope you come back for more.