Sorry about the delay guys. My grandfather just passed away, so I haven't really been in the right frame of mind to keep writing. Nonetheless, I'm hoping this will make me feel a little better. Hope you enjoy!

His legs quavered under him and Booth didn't trust them to hold him up. His body fell heavily down into the chair behind him. He could feel the blood coursing with adrenaline through the veins of his body; it was the only thing keeping him going. Trembling hands cupped his head in his lap.

"We've tried tracing the feed from the video," a cautious voice prompted. "But it's been rerouted through too many servers to find out where the signal is coming from," Angela said. "Booth." She fell to her knees before him, talented hands squeezing his knees, "We're going to find them. You just have to have a little faith." His dejected face stared back at her, eyes pleading for answers she didn't have.

"I've got something," Hodgins demanded as he swiped his card and ran up to the platform. "I collected a soil sample from Dr B's carpet when Ange and I went to her apartment. It came back with traces of cadmium and crude oil." He looked around the platform expectantly as if someone should know what he was talking about. When no one responded, he continued. "In the eighties there were a bunch of cadmium plants along the coast that were owned by a company called BioTerring, who were using cadmium as an experimental agent. In the early nineties the company went bankrupt and sold back all their warehouses to pay off their debts. There are about twelve of BioTerring's old warehouses left still standing, all along the coast, which is where the crude oil came from. But I can't seem to narrow it down any further."

Relief seemed to pass through the group.

"Well then let's get people out to all the warehouses!" Angela said. "They need to start searching."

"It's not quite that simple. The BioTerring warehouses were designed as labyrinths. They were doing highly controversial studies and had hidden away the most debatable ones in the depths of these buildings. To thoroughly search just one building would take way more than a day. There are twelve buildings. We need something else, something to narrow it down further."

And as fast as the hope had come, it had left.

"We have to be missing something," Booth whispered, more to himself than the others. "There has to be something we haven't found yet." He looked around the group as if expecting an answer. The daunting faces before him sucked every last breath of hope from his body.

BrennanBooth

She awoke sometime later, cold, shivering, body pressed heavily against the stone floor. A strange warmth was pressed against the front of her body, but the effort of opening her eyes seemed too labouring. Her face was taught and ached and Brennan could feel the dried blood that had pulled the skin tight across her forehead and cheek. Sniffling from the warmth in front of her brought her mind a little more to the present and with a great deal of energy, she flicked her eyes open. A curly mop of hair was tucked under her chin, little body curled up into hers, his face nuzzled against the soft skin of her chest. She moved her hand and placed it on his shoulder, gently rubbing a soft circle into the cotton of his shirt.

He stirred from below her and raised his eyes to meet her. His eyes were scared. "Dr Bones are you okay?" The concern in his voice made her heart melt.

"I'm fine, Parker. Don't worry about me." Brennan wondered if her words were empty to the little boy. She had no idea how bad her face looked; probably just as bad as it felt. "Are you okay Sweetie? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

Parker shook his head in an adamant no. "He just threw you back in here and left again." His stomach growled loudly at the end of his sentence.

"You haven't eaten since we got here, have you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Parker shook his head again. Brennan knew she had some quick thinking to do. Their captor hadn't seemed all that intelligent, and Temperance thought that if she could use what little psychology she knew (and resented) that she may be able to manipulate the man into releasing Parker.

"I'm going to get you out of here Parker, okay? I'm going to get you back to your Mommy and Daddy." Gingerly, she pushed herself into a sitting position and stood, every bone aching painfully from the slightest movement. She turned back to Parker. "I've got to get the man to come here for a minute. I want you to just sit there quietly and not say anything. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded his head yes. He gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile and proceeded to the door. Her fist raised to the heavy metal and banged loudly and repeatedly. It took a few minutes, but his angered face finally appeared and snarled at her.

"What do you want?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute please? Alone?"

His eyes found Parker in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around his knees, and he smiled. "Anything for a pretty lady." A strong hand wrapped around her arm and dragged her from the room. "What the hell do you want?"

A deep breath attempted to calm her nerves. "I want to make a deal."

The smug smile on his face was sickening. "And what is it that you think you have to offer that will be tempting for me in exchange for whatever it is you what?"

"I want you to release Parker."

He laughed, a cold, merciless laugh that echoed off the walls.

"Just hear me out," she prompted before he would stop listening and throw her back into the room. "You said you were setting up a trap for Booth. You don't need both me and Parker for that. You seem like an intelligent man," she lied to feed his ego. "I don't think my team is going to figure out where it is that you've brought us."

His face betrayed his poker mask and a flicker of concern found his face.

"If they were going to find the clues to our whereabouts, they would have found us already. This amount of time going by means that they've exhausted all their clues. They don't know where we are. Send Parker back. Give him some sort of clue that will renew the case. If you want Booth, you have to give him back Parker. It's not conceding defeat, you're not losing you're winning. If you send Parker back to Booth, you get Booth. Do you see the correlation?"

His face remained blank and then twitched into a smile. "Alright Dr Brennan, you've got yourself a deal."