Booth had gone over his notes again. It wasn't hard to pull up Laurence Shankle's record. He was your class A scum bag. The list was long and Booth was surprised at the things he found. There were charges for drug possession, drug paraphernalia, child abuse, and attempted rape. After Sweets had been put into foster care Laurence was locked up in jail for seven years. But it was official, he'd checked with his boss, they were raiding his house. Not just to try and catch a murder suspect, but also on a lead for possible drug possession. He'd let Sweets know earlier that raiding the house was a possibility. He'd not been happy when Sweets had insisted on coming along. Booth glanced up at the clock on his wall. Nine o' clock. He shut off his computer and his office lights and then headed over to his favorite shrink's office.

"Sweets?" Booth asked as he entered the office.

"Over here." Sweets called.

Booth walked in and found Sweets sprawled out on his back on the couch. His expression looked troubled. "You alright?" Booth asked as he leaned on the back of the couch so that he was looking down at the twelve year old.

"Ya, just thinking is all." Sweets replied.

"Well don't think too hard. We need that brain of yours for tomorrow." Booth said jokingly.

The joke did nothing to lighten Sweets' mood.

"So I take it you're still going?" Booth made sure.

Sweets nodded. "I know the layout of the house. If anything goes wrong you could use my knowledge."

Booth sighed. "You don't have to do this to yourself, Sweets."

It was Sweets' turn to sigh now. "We went over this already, Booth. He needs to be punished for what he did to me and Julia."

Booth nodded. "I'll be over in the morning to get you. Make sure you get some sleep tonight. I have the feeling it's going to be a long day tomorrow." He slipped out of the office and closed the door.

Sweets continued to lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. He highly doubted he'd be sleeping tonight.

-break-

Booth was sipping his morning coffee. Brennan had made it this morning and boy did she make some mean stuff. He told her it could make hair grow on your chest. Brennan had said such a thing was not physically possible. Booth had shrugged and kissed her forehead and then leaned down to kiss his baby girl's forehead. He was now walking down the hall to his office. He grabbed up some folders and then decided to see if Sweets was in yet. He saw that the psychologist's light was on.

"Good morning!" He greeted loudly as he entered.

There was a loud thump. "Agent Booth!" Sweets said with surprise. He stood up quickly from where he'd landed on the floor. His clothes were rumpled and he hurried to smooth them out. "I wasn't expecting you!"

"I said I was stopping by in the morning." Booth said. He studied Sweets a little more carefully.

"I was… uh… just getting some stuff ready. Er…" Sweets grabbed some files off of his desk. "I made a profile on Laurence."

"You never went home last night."

Sweets sighed and slapped the file back on his desk. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at his feet. "That obvious, huh?"

Booth smiled sadly. "Ya."

Sweets grumbled and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "I just couldn't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong today." He looked up at Booth. "I haven't seen my biological father in probably sixteen years."

"I told you, Sweets. You don't have to go." Booth said. He took a large swig of his coffee and watched Sweets carefully.

"I still want to go." Sweets said determinedly.

"Alright." Booth nodded. "Let's get going then. But let me make myself clear. I know you have a gun and I know you know how to use it, but I do not, I repeat, do not want you in that house when we raid it. Do you understand?"

Sweets nodded. To be honest, he'd never wanted to be in on the raid in the first place.

The preparation had been quick. All the agents involved had been ready on time and they were rolling on time. The Shankle household was an hour and a half away. An hour and a half was a long time.

Sweets simply sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window. He watched the landscape pass by in a haze. His mind was in a dark place. Booth would occasionally glance over at Sweets and see the dark expression on his face. He was worried for the kid. This had to be hard for him. He couldn't imagine putting himself in that situation. He knew what an abusive father was like, but from the way Brennan had described Sweets' scars? His own father had taken it easy.

The FBI vehicles whipped themselves around the front of the house with screeching tires. Sweets winced as he saw the house. 643 Elmwood Street. The house was brick and the porch was half falling down. The paint on the porch had been white at one time, but it had all worn away by now. The roof was sagging and some of the windows had been boarded up.

"Let's go." Booth said into the mic on his wrist. Sweets waited in the car.

Booth nodded and a man beside him kicked the door in. "FBI!" Booth announced loudly as he scanned the living room. A man jumped up from the couch and started to run away. Booth chased after him. "FBI, freeze!" He ducked as something was thrown at him. It hit someone in the shin behind him. Laurence Shankle had ran into the kitchen and was now ducking behind the counter throwing everything he could get his hands on.

"Get out of my house! You have no right!" He was yelling.

"Look, Mr. Shankle, we have you cornered!" Booth yelled as he dodged a cast iron frying pan. "Just come out with your hands up and we won't be forced to use violence!"

Frying pan, pot, pot, wooden spoon, spoon, ladle, glass punch bowl… When the knife came sailing through the air Booth had his final straw. "That's it." He grumbled. He holstered his gun and pulled out a Taser. He crept up to the counter without being hit and quickly peeked around the corner. He then jumped out and shot the Taser at the Laurence Shankle. The man seized up with a large butcher's knife in his hand. After the electricity was done coursing through his body Booth cuffed the man. "Get him out of here." He told one of the agents standing by.

Laurence was picked up off the ground and dragged outside. When Sweets saw the man being pulled out of the house he went in to find Booth. Booth was moving up the stairs at the time Sweets entered. "Is anyone else here?" Sweets asked as he jogged to catch up with Booth.

"No, my agents say the house is clear." Booth said.

"Then why are we going upstairs?"

"To look for 'drugs.'"

Sweets got to the top of the stairs and gulped. His color drained from his face. Booth had moved forward down the hall once he got to the stairs. Sweets pushed a door open that was directly to his left. The door squeaked as it swung open to reveal a baby blue room. The room was relatively small. On the far wall were two windows, in between those was a bed. There was a dresser and a full body mirror on the right wall. On the left wall was a set of closet doors. Across all the walls though were posters. He recognized some of them as heavy metal bands. Another one was for the movie Inception. There was also some art taped up on the walls.

The red flag's went up in Sweets' mind as soon as he saw the posters and drawings on the wall. He was six when he left. Why would there be band posters up on his walls? He walked over to the small bed made for toddlers. The sheets were a light blue, almost the same as the walls. Then he noticed it.

Blood.

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