Disclaimer : Bones and it's characters are not mine. But they are an absolute joy to work with!

Chapter 2

I hadn't slept all night. Bones was still in surgery. Max sat beside me, starring off into oblivion as I had been doing. I glanced at the table beside me. The pyramid of styrophome cups reminded me, I probably drank a little too much coffee. The last four hours had seemed like a blurred vision from a nightmare. My daughter was gone, taken by some maniac that could not leave us alone even in death. How could this be possible? It had to be a copy cat. Some lunatic that thought Heather Taffet was innocent; someone that would have benefit from her being shown as a wrongfully accused felon. But Taffet had never had any visitors, no phone calls, no letters; nothing that would point to someone waiting for her on the outside. She had had no accomplice. Bones and the others would have found something that would have proved a second kidnapper if there had been one.

I would never admit it to anyone but I had nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone had start blaring. I think Max did too. I fumbled the phone for a moment before successfully opening it.

"Booth." I stated shakily into the receiver.

"BOOTH!" Angela nearly screamed, my instincts went into over drive. "Oh god, oh god. He's gone Booth! Jackson is GONE! The police were on their way, someone left a note for Jack but he refuses to touch it and won't let me. Compromise evidence or something…Oh god my baby is gone!"

Her voice crushed me all over again. The bastard and taken Jackson too. I took a deep breath listening to Angela ramble hysterically. My gut freezing in my stomach as the realizaition hit. The creep had taken the children of those that had escaped Taffet's coffins, with no compensation. I wanted to throw the phone across the room. Shoot something…I really, really wanted to shoot something. Finally I pulled myself together enough to speak.

"Angela give the phone to Hodgens."

There was a fumbling, and Angela's continued sobs and then he spoke.

"Booth?"

"Yea Hodgens. Listen I didn't want to tell Angela, but I'm at the hospital right now. Bones is in surgery. She was attacked at home…she fine just broken bones." I replied, taking another quick breath and staring again before he could interrupt. "Hodgens...R.J. is gone to…the note Angela said was on Jackson's bed don't let the police touch it or anything in his room. The note I received was already compromised due to being handled by the security personnel and myself. I'll be right there Hodgens, we'll get them back."

I hung up once Hodgens agreed to my instructions. Standing I turned to Max, he nodded wordlessly knowing what I was going to say.

"Tell her I love her, and that I will be back soon." I said heading towards the door.

"She already knows." Max called after me as the hospital doors swept shut.

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I pulled into Angela and Jack's drive. I threw the suv in park and breathed in deeply. It was time to put up the game face. These cops were not going to like me breezing in there and taking over things, but they would have to deal. Behind me the forensics unit pulled in and piled out. Sliding my game face into place I climbed out, shouting orders to my team and heading straight for what I had sized up as the Sheriff. I flashed my badge and as calmly as possible informed him I was here to take over, and that this was now the FBI's case. Oddly enough the Sheriff's face showed relief and put his hand out to be shaken.

"About damn time you got here." He breathed. "That woman in there is about to drive me and my deputies nuts. She's barracked the stairwell. Won't let us near her sons' room, something about contaminating evidence. I've had to duck a few 'prized' vases myself, the husband's currently trying to talk her down but she's not movin'."

Despite the turmoil I almost smiled imagining what I was about to come face to face with. My stomach fell as I entered the house, the sheriff had made the understatement of the year. Angela was currently giving one of the younger deputies a good thawacking with her shoe when I came around the corner. Every piece of moveable furniture from the hallway upstairs had been piled on the stair case haphazardly. I wasn't even quite sure how the dupty had even gotten within swinging distance of Angela's wrath.

"Angela, stop!" Hodgens yelled. "You're going to get yourself arrested for assault!"

"Wasn't it you who I told to keep them out of Jackon's room?" I asked coming up next to him. Hodgens turned and his shoulders sagged as he nodded.

"She overheard you…she took off for the staircase before I could stop her." he muttered."…she started throwing things…and then started piling things on the stairs…we haven't been able to move her since."

Suddenly the thwacking stopped and we both turned to see why. Angela was starring right at me and I felt sick. I'd never seen so many tears spilling out of someone's eyes that quickly or with that much anger behind them. The wrath of a mother, my Pops at told me once, was not to be taken lightly; and Angela was feeling the anger for two. I knew, had Bones been coherent, I would have had that face starring me down twice tonight.

"And you!" she yelled throwing her shoe at me that I barely dodged. "If you ever keep something like this from me again I'll…I'll…I'll…!"

Suddenly the deputy lost his footing and the entire barricade came crashing to our feet with him beneath it. Hodgens ran up the stairs snatching Angela into a firm embrace before she could react, and guiding her to a sitting position. Pulling my game face back into place I marched passed them, my heart breaking a little more, as Angela whispered, 'I want my baby Jack. I want my baby.' Over and over and over again as Hodgens rocked her gently.