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Opening his eyes the first thing he saw was the ceiling to bones office. Sitting up he looked around cautiously, where was everyone? His watch read 11:52 PM, why hadn't someone come and woke him up? Putting on his shoes he went out into the main area, there wasn't a soul to be seen. Walking by Hodgins office he saw a little hose/tube filling the room with a gas. "SHIT" he yelled as he held his breath and dragged Angela, Cam, and daisy out one by one. The girls hadn't moved a muscle; next booth went to get the boys. Now pulling them out took a lot of time and a lot of work, but not for one second did he breathe in the fumes. When everyone was finally out of the rooms he shut both the doors and went to find the source of the gas. Finally coming up to the source it looked like a generator. Finding the on/ off switch Booth found a note taped to the bottom. First turning the generator off he then read the note.

To Special Agent Seeley Booth: how are the squints doing? I assume they are still asleep, and will be for quite a while. When they wake you will realize they will have no memory of the past couple days, isn't this fun! Of course the girls might forget more than that, they are smaller than the guys and they received the same amount. Time is running out Agent Booth, keep up. Love yours truly…. Xoxo with love to the Jeffersonian.

Anger coursed through his veins, this was a fucked up situation. The only people who could solve this case are now handicapped with some mystery gas. Moving back over to the sleeping group he was too angry to be gentle. Going into Cams office he collected a big container and filled it with water. Jogging back over to the group he warned them "GET THE HELL UP OR I'LL GET YOU ALL WET." With no one answering he poured the water over his friends, with screams of protest. They were close enough so he could get all of them with one bucket of water.

"WHAT THE HELL" Angela screamed. "Why are we sleeping on the floor and most importantly WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Cam and daisy stood up, baffled at what they just heard come out of Angelas mouth. Looking around confused the guys also rose to their feet, Hodgins looked over at his wife.

"Ange what do you mean, that's Booth." Walking over to console his wife she backed away looking scared.

"Who the hell are you, who the hell are all of you, WHERE AM I." Visibly upset Angela took off towards the elevators. Running after her Hodgins grabbed her wrist and forced her to turn around. Prepared with a monologue he suddenly turned around confused.

"Guys why are we at the Jeffersonian? Weren't we just at the founding fathers because we finished a case?"

Booths heart sank as he heard Hodgins. None of the group remembered that Bones had been kidnapped. "JESUS CHRIST, WE ARE SO FUCKING SCREWED" Booth yelled. "Hodgins get Angela back here now; I have a lot of explaining to do.

As the stranger dragged her she couldn't help but think about who these people were. She knew who she was; she was Angela, an artist who wished she was in Paris right now.

All eyes turned to Booth as he started talking. "You have all been gassed. Bones has been kidnapped and she only has 86 hours to live. Now you egg heads don't remember anything about the case, and we're never going to find her."

Shocked the group looked around at each other, did anyone remember anything? Cam tried to think, but her brain was foggy, nothing was making sense.

"I REMEMBER" Daisy shouted, startling everyone. "Last night me, Angela, and Cam were discussing the details of the case; it's all coming back now." "EVERYONE THINK ABOUT IT." It was silent as everyone tried to think, Angela was the first to speak.

"Listen guys it's been fun and all but I have no clue who you are. I think I'm going to head out and go home, I hope you find "Bones" or whatever you call her, if it is a person at all. Do any of you happen to know where I live?

Stepping toward Angela, Hodgins grabbed her hands. "Angie, baby you live with me. I'm your husband, and we have a child. His name is Michael Vincent, don't you remember?"

Shaking her head she looked at her husband, everyone was still confused about what had happened to Dr. Brennan, except Daisy and Booth.

"I'm calling the doctor everyone sit tight." As booth made his way out of the room the group started to chat.

"Okay guys I know we don't remember anything, but we have to start working this case. I can try and trace the gas, other than that I'm not sure what to do. Sweets look after Angela; I need Wendell, Cam, Fisher, and Daisy to help me with the gas. I'm not sure what happened to Dr. B, but all I know is we need to find her. Cam call security and tell them to lock down this unit, no one's going anywhere." Hodgins stated.

"SON OF A BITCH" Booth yelled at the top of his lungs. Re-joining the group he explained that they might not get their memory back for 1-4 days. Angela might not retain her full memory back for a week.

"Booth we are here for you, I'm not sure what is happening but I am going to try and work with Angela to help her get her memory back. No one will stop working this case no matter what Booth, we will find her."

"Thanks Sweets, oh and I'm sorry for punching you."

"So THAT'S why my face hurts. I will forget about it for now Booth, but we really do need to talk abou….."

Cutting him off Booth dismissed him so he could help Angela. The squints were tracing the gas, and all was okay again. If by okay you mean back to horrible, then yes, all was okay again.

"They aren't as stupid as you assumed, your math was wrong. Angela is the only one who forgets the amount we wanted them to." She angrily stated to her accomplice. Watching the Jeffersonian security cameras, she saw the gang get up and get back to work, what the hell!

"I'm sorry, I thought it was right. Anyway this game is getting a little boring; maybe we should take someone else?" Nodding at his partner they had their minds set on the target. Circling the picture he stepped back and admired his work. A wall filled with pictures of the Jeffersonian team. With arrows X's circles and everything else, the target was selected and they readied themselves to take their next victim.

Poor Angela! Who do you think they're going to take next? Review my story please!