She sits numbly on the couch. The apartment appears normal. She knows that it isn't. In a room, down the hall, there is a room full of people. Police officers, and CSI techs, comb through an empty room. A quiet, peaceful room, with an open window. A window that never should have been open. One that had been shattered when it wouldn't open.

She stares at a picture on the coffee table. Her husband enters the apartment.

"I came as soon as I could. What happened?" he questions.

She is overcome with fury. She picks up the picture, and throws it at him. He ducks, and it shatters on impact with the wall.

"You're really asking me that?" Her voice is weak, and raspy. "Where the hell were you? How could you let this happen?"

"Calm down," he moves toward her.

"Don't touch me. Don't come near me," she screams.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry can't fix it. Sorry won't..." her eyes overflow with tears.

Hours later she wakes up on the couch. She quickly leaves the room. She makes her way down the hall, pushing open the first door on the right. She looks in the room, and realizes that it's eerily silent. And cold. She steps into the room. She stops when she reaches a crib. She peers inside, and finds it empty. She sinks to the ground, realizing it's not a dream.

"Is Cam ok?" Angela asks when Temperance returns.

"She's fine. I think that she's just tired of all the kids that are coming through here lately."

"Yeah," Angela nods.

"Where did Booth go?"

"To check into the victims backgrounds."

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything."

"I need you to prevent him from finding out what is in their backgrounds."

"Why?"

Temperance doesn't answer. She follows Angela into her office. Angela takes a seat at her computer. She types a couple of words, and a dozen files pop-up. Temperance stands over her shoulder. She points to one name.

"Make it go away."

"What?"

"Make it so he can't see it," Temperance answers.

"Delete it?"

"No, but Booth can't see it."

"Why not?"

"It's not pertinent."

"Brennan what is going on?"

"Read it, and then..."

Angela clicks and begins reading before Temperance can finish her sentence.

"Why did they do it?" Booth questions Brennan as he drives.

"They couldn't have children, so they decided to kidnap them."

"Why wouldn't they just..."

She answers before he can finish, "They couldn't adopt because they had misdemeanors for breaking and entering in high school."

"They knew each other since high school?"

"Yes."

"Two couples?"

"Right," Temperance nods.

"How many children have they kidnapped?"

"They've allegedly taken eight," she quickly corrects, "Seven."

"Which is it?"

"Seven," Temperance lies.

"And the second woman? She's the one who found the children?"

"She worked as a nurse."

"I still can't understand how you could take someone else's child."

"People will do anything to get what they want."

"How did you get access to all of this? Why was I denied access?"

"Angela hacked into the files."

"So how old is the oldest child that they allegedly kidnapped?"

Temperance thumbs through papers, "He's seventeen. Christopher Jackson."

"And the other children?"

"Preston Kelly. He's twelve."

"And the others?"

"Kylie Turner, sixteen months old. And Ryan Bennett, fourteen years old."

"And the two new bodies?"

"Believed to be Emily Davis, and Preston Kelly."

"What about the other three kids?"

"The investigators on Ryan Bennett's case believe that he didn't make it out of the house alive."

"So then two kids are missing?"

"That's why we're going back to the scene," she answers.

"And how old were these kids when they disappeared?"

"Christopher was the oldest. He was kidnapped when he was five. The rest were three and under."

"So Christopher probably remembers his real parents?"

"He may."

The car stops and they get out. They walk the grounds. After an hour they move from the house to the barn. The barn, and field is empty.

"If they're hiding somewhere how are we going to find them? There are thirty acres of woods," Booth points out.

"If you had seven kids, in the middle of the woods, you'd have a play house, or something, wouldn't you?" Brennan questions.

"Yeah, you'd need something to keep them occupied."

Temperance follows Booth out of the barn into a clearing in the trees. He starts down a path. They walk for twelve minutes, without finding a thing.

"Nothing," Booth shakes his head.

Temperance steps off the path.

"Where are you going?"

She points, "Look, there are few leaves over there," she points to a piece of ground a hundred yards away.

He follows her. There is a thin layer of leaves on a three by three area in the dirt. He clears them away with his foot. He finds a piece of metal level with the ground.

"There's no handle," he points out.

She shoves it, and it flies to the side, "Because it slides," she answers.

"So you don't trip over the handle," he adds, handing her a flashlight.

He descends the steps, with her close behind. When they reach the bottom they find a wall of clay to their immediate left. The turn right, and another wall. He turns again, and at the end of the length of the wall to the right is a door. They quickly move to the door. It is a heavy metal door. Seeley pushes on it, but it doesn't budge. He pulls on the handle, but again it doesn't move. He tries to push it, but nothing happens. Temperance steps in front of him, and bangs on the door.

"Christopher? Open up. You can come out. We're with the FBI," she yells.