A symphony of sirens joined in with his own as he grew closer to his destination. He knew she would have only taken one route, he had to find her. He slammed his fists on the steering wheel as the traffic ahead of him slowed down again, and he impatiently pounded his horn, trying to force the cars aside for him to move through. Even with his flashing lights on, it had taken him too long to find her, to long to get here. He could see the flashing lights ahead, the fire trucks and police cars. As he slowed his car down he said a silent prayer for her safety.

Booth was forced to bring his vehicle to a halt when he approached a barricade of police cars and crime scene tape. Jumping out of his car he headed out into the pouring rain.

"Hey! You can't go in there," an officer blocked his path.

Booth flashed his badge, "FBI."

"This isn't your jurisdiction."

"My partner was in one of the cars."

"I don't think you should go in there then," the officer gave him a sympathetic look.

"I'm going in," he stated, pushing past the officer and under the crime scene tape.

The scene before him took his breath away and he fought back the urge to vomit.

What was left of his partner's car was in the middle of the intersection. The back end of it was smashed, and it looked like the vehicle that had rear ended her had pushed her car into the middle of the junction.

"I think-OH GOD!"

He could hear her screaming in his mind as he pieced together what must have happened next. The horn he had heard had belonged to a car going south, which probably had been unable to stop in time, slamming into the passenger side of his partner's car.

What was left of her vehicle was mangled metal.

He immediately looked around for a paramedic or a fireman, someone who might know her whereabouts.

He spotted a firefighter and jogged over to him, "Hey! Where's the woman from that car?" he demanded, pointing at it.

"She got taken away about five minutes ago, you just missed her."

Booth brushed droplets of rain off his face, "Was she alright? Where did they take her?"

The firefighter shook his head, "She wasn't in good shape. I think they took her to Washington General."

The FBI agent took off at a run for his car.

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Wet footsteps sloshed down the hall, making squeaky sounds on the dry floor. They skidded to a halt in front of him.

"Booth? How is she? Have you heard anything?" a frantic Angela asked, Hodgins at her side.

He was slumped in an uncomfortable plastic chair, head in hands, looking dejected.

"They haven't told me anything since they took her to the OR," he mumbled.

The artist took a seat beside him. He noticed how her mascara was running and knew she had been crying.

"How long has she been in there?" Hodgins questioned quietly.

"Over an hour now."

"Did the doctors tell you anything?" Angela tried.

"Only that she needed surgery. They were rushing to get her upstairs when I got here."

"Did you see her?"
Booth shook his head slowly, "No, they wouldn't let me."

Angela reached out and took Booth's hands in hers, "She's a fighter, she'll be okay," she tried to reassure him.

"I hope you're right Angela," he hung his head again.

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Two hours later a surgeon came walking towards the trio, and Booth was immediately on his feet.

"Doc, how is she?" he pleaded, the worry evident in his brown eyes.

Angela clutched at Hodgins as the doctor cleared his throat.

"Dr. Brennan suffered some severe injuries including a punctured lung, some internal bleeding and a shattered right ankle. But we were able to repair her lung and stop the bleeding. We had to put pins in her ankle and she'll have to stay off it for a few weeks, but we expect her to make a full recovery in time."

Hodgins let out a sigh of relief and Angela's grip loosened on him.

But Booth didn't look relieved yet as he whispered, "What about the baby?"

The doctor's expression saddened, "I'm sorry," he replied grimly, "There was nothing we could do."

The artist gasped, and Booth closed his eyes, sighing heavily. When he spoke he sounded utterly defeated.

"Does she know?"

"No. She's not awake yet; it will be a few hours still. We wanted to tell her when she was a little stronger."

"When can I see her?"

"Soon. I can have a nurse come get you when she's ready."

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He stood in her doorway, transfixed by the sight in front of him. She lay there, looking so small, so pale, and so delicate in the big hospital bed. She was sleeping, the only sound in the room came from the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

Booth walked slowly over to her and sat in the chair beside the bed. He wished he could take away the tubes connected to her nose and arms, wished he could remove the bandage from her forehead, the cast from her ankle and the emotional scars he knew would come from this.

But he couldn't, so instead he took her hand in his, slowly caressing it with his own. She was alive, that was all that mattered. He had come so close to loosing her, and he dreaded to think that his last time with her had been spent fighting.

"I'm sorry Temperance," he whispered, bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed it softly.

It was several hours later when she finally stirred. He was still there, still holding her hand. She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered open into small slits.

"Bones?" he breathed her name.

"Booth…" came her weak reply.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore," she groaned, "What…what happened?"

The mental image of her mangled car flooded his mind and he shuddered, "You were in an accident," was all he could manage to say.

"All I remember is calling you…I had to tell you that...I don't love him Booth," she starred at him with her blue eyes, "I don't love Sully. I choose you Booth. We can find a way to make it work."

"It doesn't have to be perfect," he replied softly, "I don't need a white picket fence. We can share an apartment, or just share closet space in one another's. It will be you and me, and occasionally Parker. That's all that matters Bones."

He smiled at her, but she saw past it. She knew something was wrong.

"You're not telling me something Booth. What is it?"

He didn't answer her.

"Booth….what happened? What about the baby?"

A single tear dropped down his cheek.

Her eyes searched his and she knew the answer, "I lost it..." she whispered.

"I'm sorry…The doctors said they tried to save it…" his voice was breaking with emotion.

She shook her head from side to side as tears filled her eyes and slowly spilled down her face.

He moved to the edge of her bed and wrapped his arms around her as she cried silently. Booth stroked her hair as she buried her face in his neck.

"I wanted it to be yours…" she whispered in his ear.

His own tears fell freely as he answered, "So did I…"

End.

Author's Note:

Now before you go shooting flames at me, hear me out. I warned you guys this wasn't going to be a happy story, nor was it going to be fluffy. I ended the story this way because it seemed fitting and true to the rest of the story. I never intended to tell you who the father was; I leave the decision up to you. Also, by continuing the story with her pregnant, it means it becomes similar to several other stories I've written already about her and Booth raising a baby, and I didn't want to go down that route again. There will be no sequel to this, this is it. I am satisfied with the ending, and I hope you guys are too. It wasn't easy to write, but I wanted this story to be different.

I want to send a big THANK YOU out to everyone who has read and reviewed this story, and added it to any lists. THANK YOU guys, I write for you!

Again, thanks to Goldpiece for all the help!