In the Department of Justice's Conference Room, Don, David, Colby, Brennan and Booth sat there with Tom, Kim and Janine, all listening to the message from the Gravedigger. "Upon receipt of the wire transfer, I will provide you Brennan and Hodgins GPS Coordinates. This will be my last communication."
Thomas nodded. "It will be his last communication too. He's never varied."
"You learn from the Kent boys." Kim said. "He's got two of them, he cut the deadline in half."
Don sighed. "Why is The Grave Digger demanding so much money? It's doesn't make any sense."
Janine shrugged. "Well, he's always been reasonable at knowing how much people can raise within the time limit."
"Has... uh... Dr. Brennan made that much money from her books?" Thomas asked Booth.
Booth shrugged. "I don't think so... but why would he demand so much money if-"
"It's Megan." Don suddenly said.
"What?" David asked, confused.
Don sighed. "She's the soul heir to The Cantilever Group."
"What's that?" Thomas wondered.
"Just the third largest privately owned corporation in the country." Colby explained.
Booth glared at Thomas. "Make sense now, Tom?"
Brennan sat in the front of the car, while Megan still sat in the back of the car. "I was on my way to karate class, so we have lots of bottled water."
"What happened?" Megan asked, her breathing hitched from the pain. "Where are we?"
Brennan shrugged. "Last thing I remember is being at the lab."
"I'm really confused, what happened to my legs?" Megan looked at Brennan. "Where are we?"
"Underground. Buried. I have a burn." Brennan pulled her hair back, showing Megan the two red marks.
Megan nodded. "Zack was trying to figure out what kind of stun gun..."
Brennan looked around the car. "It has to be the Gravedigger. I think he ran you down with his car, and then pumped you full of drugs to ruin your short term memory... same as Ryan Kent."
Megan began to get worried. "How long have we been down here?"
"Um." Brennan looked at her watch. "It would be... 2 hours... I think."
"Okay, so this vehicle is 6… 60 by 60 cubic feet of air, uh, it's just 20 percent oxygen... two people... my brain is not working." Megan said softly, trying to get the words together. "Man, I wish Charlie was here right now."
"Who's Charlie?" Brennan asked.
"A math genius... and also Don's brother." Megan answered.
Brennan nodded. "The Gravedigger is very consistent. If we started with 12 hours of air, we'll be unconscious in 10. After that if-if no one pays the ransom..."
Megan sighed. "We're dead."
At the Jeffersonian Medico Platform, the clock on the screen was counting down, reading 10:43:04.
Cam sighed. "How the hell are we gonna get our hands on eight million dollars?"
"Megan is rich." Colby answered.
Cam looked surrpised. "She is?"
Don nodded. "'Rich squared to the power of ten times four' is how she described it when she told me."
Angela turned to Booth. "You're gonna pay the ransom, right?"
Booth nodded. "Yes... FBI standard ops, they won't work. The Gravedigger operates outside statistics."
"They'll fire you." Cam warned him.
Booth shrugged. "Ah, that's cool. One less reason to wear a suit."
"How did The Gravedigger catch Dr. Brennan and Megan together?" David asked them.
"Brennan was on her way to karate." Angela said.
"And Megan and Hodgins went to go find her because Hodgins said he found something huge." Zack added.
Hodgins sighed. "And I asked Megan to go find Brennan and tell her."
"And that's when they were caught." David finished.
The group entered the Jeffersonian Garage, and walked over to a section to find a bloody stain on the cement.
Angela looked at it, disgusted. "Oh my god. Ohh, that's blood, isn't it?"
Don nodded. "And it'll turn out to be Megan's."
"Dr. Brennan doesn't like it when we jump to conclusions." Zack said to Don.
"I'm sure she'll appreciate it, Zack." Cam told him. "We're on a deadline."
Colby sighed. Look... Megan interrupted the kidnapping, just like Ryan and Matthew. The Gravedigger must have run her over."
"God, what are we gonna do?" David asked.
"Well, it's a crime scene, alright. They'll look for tire tracks, and they'll check the security cameras." Booth pointed to Zack. "I need you to be Dr. Brennan."
Zack looked confused. "I don't know what that means."
Cam rolled her eyes. "It means, keep working the case."
Don nodded. "Alright... Hodgins, what were you going to tell Dr. Brennan?"
"I can't exactly remember... I'll go look at my notes." Hodgins told them.
"Well, what about me?" Angela asked.
"Call Bones' brother, Russ, and tell him what's going on." Booth told her, and he then turned to Don."You and me should go talk to the chairman of The Cantilever Group."
"We have water, towels, my mini kit, ibuprofen, two cell phones no batteries, a digital camera with a back up battery and uh, a handful of pens." Brennan said, pointing to each item as she called them out.
"That one's a laser pointer." Megan told her, referring to one of the unidentified items.
"And uh, a copy of my novel." Brennan showed Megan the book.
Megan smiled. "Hey. We can read it to each other if we get bored."
Brennan smiled too and pulled perfume out of a dark blue velvet pouch. "Deep Rhapsody?"
"Careful with that. Don bought me that two weeks ago as a present... that's three grand a quarter ounce." Megan said, then made a face of pain.
"Yeah... I would be making that kind of face too if I spent three grand on perfume." Brennan told Megan, grinning.
Megan groaned. "Oh man. Some-Something... my leg."
Brennan opened up the bottle of ibuprofen. "Here... here." She opened up a bottle of water. "I'm worried that you have compartment syndrome."
Megan accepted the water bottle and pills from Brennan's hand, immediately downing them. "Is that terminal? I mean within the next few hours?"
Brennan shook her head. "No."
By the look on Brennan's face, Megan knew that there was something else. "But…"
"It's gonna get painful." Brennan said softly.
"More painful than now?" Megan asked, worried. The pain in her legs was already excruciating.
Brennan nodded and sighed. "Yeah... 'slip into shock and die' painful."
"Well, there's nothing we can do about that." Megan told Brennan, laughing sadly.
"Actually, there is." Brennan said.
Megan's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm not gonna like this, am I."
Brennan shook her head. "No... you're not."
