I do not own bones.
Lance Sweets walked out of the out of his apartment building, and looked at his watch the time said 6:30 am.
He was walking to his car when he heard footsteps running his way he started to tern around but was to late.
A sudden pain went through his head and then everything went black.
Booth up down the stairs to get his laptop and then head to work when his phone rang.
Booth. He said.
Agent Booth. Pelant said.
What do you want. Booth said.
I am going to give you an address and you will find Dr. Sweets there. Pelant said.
What? Booth said. "What? Booth said.
Dr. Sweets is at 275 432 golden lane nw. Pelant said.
The line went dead.
Booth ran out of the the house and got in his car and called swat on the way to the address.
Booth was first to the site.
he ran into the house with his gun drew when he saw sweets lying on the floor with duck tape over his mouth and hands and feet.
Sweets! Sweets can you hear me.
