ASC: I said I would come up with another one. :) Enjoy!

Can be read alone but would take place months after The Title in the Story & The Sequel to the Story. I'm very linear. Sometimes.

And I don't own Bones! Just my own 206.

The Question to the Answer.

"Hey Sweets." Booth said into the phone.

"Yes Agent Booth?" Sweets responded back and Booth thought of how Sweets had, since the aftermath of Derringer and immediately followed by Pelant's computer afterlife three months ago acted differently. It left Sweets with responses varying from calling him Agent Booth to Booth. The FBI man knew that this tended to indicate Sweets mood, and this meant he was not in a good mood.

"Hey where are you?"

"Lost." Sweets said defeated and not trying to hide it.

"Lost what do you mean lost?! We're following a grid, that's how you search for missing people!" Booth said increasingly irritated as he spoke. "Do I need a send out another search team to look for a member of the search team?" Booth took a break from his tirade to drink a great deal of water.

"I'm not completely lost, agent." Sweets said and Booth recognized that Sweets was getting really irritated now that he was just agent. "I have a general idea of where I am. It's just like 99 degrees and humid out here. And it's a giant forest." Sweets would have preferred to not be wearing dark pants and the dark blue FBI vest but this wasn't on his initial list of to do today.

"It's actually 103 degrees today Sweets. Do you have water with you?" Booth said and he could hear the exasperated sigh over the phone as he sounded like a father.

"Yep." Sweets said but Booth knew that was a lie. Sweets looked down at his empty water bottle, technically he had a bottle.

"Oh, look I just found the marker, I'll be back in a few." Sweets said, his voice more confident now.

"What marker is that?" Booth asked to make sure Sweets wasn't lying.

"97." He responded and Booth looked to the map and got an idea of where Sweets was.

"Okay, that means you should be back to base in thirty minutes."

"I'm not that in shape Booth." Sweets said sarcastically over the line before he hung up.

And back to Booth. From Agent Booth to Agent to Booth, he said to himself. Sweets moods as well as phases of independence and dependence moved like the wind since the incidents. Sweets was aware of them but eluded helo from other psychologists- protecting his mind and his past like a buried treasure. He was cleared for duty and most of the time he was fine. Booth tried to tell himself it was just because they were all hot, out in the boondocks looking for a missing 14 year old girl that was causing the stress. But somehow he wasn't so sure that was really it.

"Angela, yeah it's me Booth. Can you track Sweets cell for me? No of course he doesn't know. Yes, we are searching for the girl and Sweets did answer, I'm just being cautious, it's really hot out here."

Sweets wiped his head again and wished he had more water. He trudged the ground trying not to trip over the growth. He hadn't wanted to go back yet. It was his suggestion that they search here and dammit he wanted to prove he was right. And if he wasn't right, he preferred just to stay lost in the forest.

Bambi had friends in the forest. Sweets told himself followed by a thorough chastising of himself for the animated comparison. Well if you're Bambi, then who's Thumper? Booth? And who is Flower? Oh shut up Lance. He told himself.

Sweets tripped over something and hoped it was a clue, a sign- anything at this point besides the discarded beer bottle it turned out to be. Sweets kicked it to the side as he made his way back to the base area still feeling frustrated that nothing had been found. He knew Booth would say "better luck next time kid" for which he would hate being called "kid" but he knew Booth had fought hard to get the FBI to go with Sweets' suggestion. That in turn made Sweets feel like he let Booth down.

Sweets felt a cool breeze and thought it strange to be standing the sun and feel such a chilled feeling. He paused and it seemed like he hadn't heard a sound in a while. He had heard the low hums of bees, squeaks of birds and the unsettling scurry of either critters of snakes. He preferred small animals to snakes.

Again Sweets felt the cool air and followed his instinct and turned off the path to his right towards it. The thick trees offered a cool shade and Sweets wondered why that cool feeling would have transferred to where he was. He was about to turn back when he saw some white residue on a tree. It appeared to make a shape so he looked closer at it. It appeared to be a symbol etched in white chalk.

He took his phone out and took a picture. He attempted to send it to Angela but he had no service. He put the phone back in his pocket and then noticed another symbol on another nearby tree. He approached this new image and took a picture of the additional symbol as well. Soon he realized that they were lined on trees in a row, alternating from north to south.

Sweets continued to snap shots of the next three trees and stopped completely as he saw the clearing ahead. Taking in what he saw he then took a few more short steps forward knocking away a few of the small gray stones that formed a circle. He saw all he needed to see. He turned quickly and headed back out of the clearing and past the trees.

Sweets stepped out of the cool tree shaded area and back into the sun. The sudden change in temperature made him feel dizzy and he fell from to the ground into a sitting position.

"Sweets!" Sweets could hear Booth shout though he was busy rubbing his head which pounded. The quick departure from the cool air to the heat had taken a toll.

"Hey, you okay?" Booth asked and although Sweets couldn't see him, he could tell Booth was right next to him. Sweets felt a cool bottle of water being pushing into his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine, dizzy, hot."

"Come on let's get back." Booth said, anxious to pull the young man to his feet.

"No, not yet." Sweets said trying not to sway on his feet too obviously.

"Sweets we…"

"I found her." He said and Booth paused. Sweets felt better now and looked at Booth. "She's in there. She's dead."

Booth muttered an expletive under his breath.

"Why didn't you call?" He asked pulling out his phone to call it in.

"No service." Sweets said pulling his phone out again to look at it and to his surprise he had service again.

"Yes this is Agent Booth, Dr. Lance Sweets has located the body. Yeah." Booth shut his phone. "You feel okay, can you show me?"

"Yeah." Sweets said finishing the last of the water in the bottle.

Sweets felt better now and led the way into the clearing that this time was not nearly as cool.

"What?" Booth asked and Sweets shook his head confused as well.

"Nothing, it just seemed cooler in here before."

Booth said nothing and followed Sweets.

"What are these?" Booth asked as they passed the markings.

"They look to me like Wicca talismans." Sweets said.

"Witchcraft?" Booth asked surprised.

"You can see where this is heading." Sweets said sarcastically.

They approached the same clearing, the ground cover scraped clean down to the brown dirt. The area was circled with the gray rocks and in the center on a platform were skeletal remains of a young woman.

"Are we sure it's her?" Booth asked though he was sure that Sweets was correct.

"The bracelet." Sweets said pointing from the perimeter of the rocks. "It was the handmade one her father described."

"Yeah, it's her." Booth said not sure if he was glad it was her and not an additional victim in the clearing. "I was hoping we could have…"

"Yeah me too." Sweets finished for him, voicing their hopes the girl was to be found alive.

"Hey, were these like this?" Booth asked pointing down to the rocks.

"No, I tripped over them." Sweets said as Booth put them back in place.

"Let's leave the scene like it was. I'm sure Hodgins and Bones will want it just so."

Sweets nodded as they headed out of the area again. Just as they stepped out Sweets felt that cool breeze one quick last time. He shook it off and caught up with Booth.