““My eyes locked with one of the paramedics and I recognized him from the time Brennan had been shot the previous summer. “We gotta stop meeting like this, Doc,” he murmured without humor as he began inserting an IV while his partner got the gurney ready. “Yeah,” I muttered. “You know this one too?” he asked as his partner reached us and they got the gurney into position. “Yeah,” I said. “She’s family.””
