Brennan was confused; she was always woken by Stephen turning on his computer. As a fifteen year old, he insisted on going on before school. But today she heard nothing. The alarm went. That's when she really got worried. She punched both the alarm and Booth next to her.

"Err... Morning to you too." Said Booth groggily.

"Listen, I can't hear Stephen." She said worriedly.

"So he had a lie in, does he even have an alarm?"

"no." She felt foolish, maybe she had overreacted. "Sorry."

"No worries, I'll go have a shower."

"ok." He kissed her and then left. But she still had that feeling. So she got up to check on Stephen.

Half way down the corridor, she stopped, this was silly. He was fine, just fine.

"Just fine," she said allowed "but just to check."

She pulled the handle down slowly, so not to wake him. Peering inside, she bit her lip. Nothing, the bed was empty. She dropped her hand and the phone, which she had been holding. Falling, she couldn't believe it. Booth caught her, after hearing the phone hit the floor and coming over. She whimpered to him that he was gone. Booth searched the room fully. Nothing, no note, no blood, no Stephen. Brennan was crying on the bed.

"Maybe he snuck out to a friend." Booth tried.

"Maybe..." Bones wasn't really listening.

Booth was sure that was it though, Stephen had tried it once before. He rushed to turn on Stephens's laptop, after figuring out the password, he opened email. After finding nothing that helped, he emailed everyone in Stephens address book to tell him where his son was.

No one had replied. Not what he wanted anyway, just a bunch of 'I don't knows'. Stephens's disappearance was scaring booth. He realised something, he was and FBI agent, what was he doing here?

"I'm going down to the lap." Brennan raised her head.

"Why?" she sniffed.

"To get them to help find Stephen." Bones was about to reply, but booth didn't want to listen. So he kissed her, grabbed Stephens's laptop and left.

Booth went straight to Sweets office. He now had an intern of his own, but he quickly asked him to leave. This was personal.

"Booth, what's up?" he looked confused, there was no case today.

"Our sons gone missing." The pleasant expression wiped from Sweets face.

"What, when?"

"Last night some time."

"So what are you going to do?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Booth yelled "I'm going to find him!" he simply stormed out.

"Hun? You here?"

Bones sniffed and looked up from where she was sitting on the floor. Angela smiled back.

"hey." She said sadly.

"Hey, you alright?" Angela came over and sat next to Brennan.

"I guess," she sighed and picked up one of the pictures that were scattered over the floor. "Look, this is when Michael and Stephen used to play in the street by your house. Stephens only five in this..."

She began to cry. Angela pulled her into a hug.

"It's okay, he's a strong boy. He is you and Booths kid." They sat there like that for a while, in their own thoughts.

"Anyway," Angela broke the silence. "Booths got a lead, someone came forward."

"Really, how?" Brennan let a little hope creep into her heart.

"Someone replied to the email."

"So he was just at a friend's?"

"No, I think it's a bit more complicated than that. He said he saw Stephen, so Booth brought him in. I thought you might like to be there too."

"Ok, sure." She wiped her eyes and smiled weakly at Angela. "Let's go."

They were quiet on the way to the lab. Bones starred out of the window, thinking she saw Stephen in every face. She thought about when she found out she was having him. Telling Booth after Angela and Hodgin's baby Michael had been born. How it had finally brought them together. They got married and she had Stephen. Michael and Stephen had been good friends, almost brothers. But now, fifteen years later, Stephen had gone missing. And she was on her way to the lap, like any case, but it wasn't. It was Stephens, her and Booth son.

"Tell us what you know." Booth starred at the man, really just a boy. He had arrested him once. The boy hadn't tried in school, he'd been held back a lot. Last year and the year before he had been in the same grades as Stephen. He finally dropped out; he was now a nineteen year old drug dealer. How could he possibly have any information on Stephen? Stephen was a good kid.

"Ok but it's a long story."

"Go ahead," Sweets said. "Don't leave anything out, it's all important."

"Well, we were pretty good friends in school. You raised him well," he nodded at Booth. "He tried to get me to work, try hard. That's why I managed to stay with him for two grades; I got up because of him. He knew I was getting into drugs, and when I turned nineteen I realised I was too old for school. It just wasn't my thing. So I dropped out and when into my business. Me and Stephen emailed a bit. But a last week he asked me to meet him. He wanted to try some heroin, he said. When we met up he looked jumpy, he already cancelled on me once, and it was night so I guessed you didn't know. I asked him how everything was going, he said good. He never seemed to be someone to get into drugs, and he said nothing was going on. So I sold him the drugs, it was a small amount. I figured he wouldn't be back. But last night he showed up again. He kept glancing around. He said he was worried a cop would spot us and tell you. He bought a lot, like really a lot. My worst guy buys that much every two weeks. So a lot. I don't know where he got the cash, but it seemed really weird. I followed him, I don't know why, I guess I thought he gotten caught in something. So there was this man, a prison escapee. He was still in the clothes. Stephen gave him the heroin, but the man shoved it all into Stephens's mouth. I almost screamed, that was outrageous! I was about to go over, Stephen was looking like drunk but a million times worse. But the guy pulled out a gun, and I ran. The shot fired but I still ran. I know I should have reported it but I was scared. I couldn't believe how a good guy like Stephen could get himself into..." as he tailed off Brennan let out a sob. Her brain wouldn't let it in, Stephen WASN'T dead.

"Oh, and I got a picture in my cell phone, I haven't looked at it. I know, a drug dealer coward. But here." He handed Booth his phone. "You're not going to do me for drugs are you?"

"no." Said Booth, not listening. He opened the phone. It was clear, there was his son with a blank expression, and a man holding him hard.

"Broadsky." Booth said.