A/N: 41 reviews! :DD my goal is one hundred by the time i complete this. heehee. okay, there was a little confusion created during last chapter, but hopefully this will clear it up and add some new questions.

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Booth paced the length of the room, occasionally glancing through the one-way glass.

"Where is she?" he snapped. "I did her a favor by holding off the interrogation until she got here, but it's been over an hour!"

"She has a cell phone, doesn't she?" said Brennan. "Call her."

Sweets was oddly quiet. Brennan pointed it out and Booth said, "Lily walked out during their date."

"Oh." Brennan looked at Sweets sympathetically. "Did you try to analyze everything she said?"

"What?" said Sweets, getting defensive. "No." He looked out at the suspect on the other side of the glass. "Maybe. You know, that's personal, Agent Booth."

"Uh huh. Sure. Zack?" Booth was speaking into the receiver and scowling. "Zack, what the hell are you doing with Lily's cell phone?"

"She left it here," said Zack. "Your call got her so excited that she rushed right out. What are you doing calling Lily's cell phone?" Booth could hear the frown in Zack's voice. "Isn't she with you?"

"Where are you taking me?" Lily sat in the backseat of her car. He hadn't tried to block her view; she was able to stare out the windows. It was as if he didn't care that she could see where they were going. Her eyes were drawn to the handle of the door, but she could tell he was driving much too fast for her to attempt an escape.

"Remember the last time you said that to me?" Drew Hecklend sighed contentedly. "You were curled up in a ball, crying—"

"I was six."

"You know," he said, smiling, "you've made my job a whole lot easier. You don't even have a cell phone on you, do you?" He chuckled. "Now, all that's left is to pick up where we left off. Won't that be fun, Lily?"

"Her car is gone," said Hodgins. He looked worried, his paranoid mind probably sifting through the hundreds of things that could have happened.

Zack looked at him. "Maybe she's caught in traffic."

"There's no way traffic is that heavy, Zack."

"I checked the security tapes just in case," Cam said, entering the room.

"And?" asked Zack.

"And," continued Cam with a grim expression, "Lily was kidnapped."

"We know you did it, Mrs. Curthers," said Booth, sitting on the edge of the table. His voice was level. The woman's lower lip trembled. "There's evidence linking you to Tommy's death."

She sniffed pitifully, her eyes red. She shook her head and let out a choked sob.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, leaning towards her. "What could have made you strangle your own son with your belt?"

"He was..." she began. "He was living with that...that...man."

Booth waited. Soon, he knew, the dam would break.

"My only son," she said, "was sleeping with a...man." She was saying 'man' like it was an incurable disease. "He lied to us, he did drugs. His father knew, John always knew, but no one told me. They lied to me. When Tommy visited, I was suspicious, so I followed him. I caught up to him and I..."

"You pulled off your belt," Booth supplied in a solid tone.

"I was only going to punish him." Her voice cracked. "But we started to yell, I tackled him, and somehow it ended up around his neck..." She stopped, unable to continue. She put her face in her hands, but not before Booth saw the tears. "I didn't mean to kill him. I didn't, I really didn't. I loved Tommy, loved him."

With a sigh, Booth looked through the one-way glass and nodded slowly.

"Kidnapped?" repeated Sweets.

Brennan, who had been watching Booth in the interrogation room, suddenly snapped her head to look at Sweets.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"There was a guy holding a gun to her head as she got in the car, so yes, I'm sure." Cam's voice in the receiver sounded agitated.

"I'll be right there."

"What? Why?"

"I need to see the tapes," said Sweets urgently. "Don't argue, it's important, Dr. Saroyan." He hung up and turned to Brennan. "Get Booth."

"But the suspect—" she protested.

"She already confessed. Besides, this is more important: Lily's been kidnapped."

"Why did you kill Caleb?" Lily swallowed. Think of something. Anything. You have to get out of here.

"Haven't the police been telling you I didn't do it?" Drew was smiling.

"Bullshit."

"Quite right. Your brother was a nuisance. I bet you're wondering what happened to his body." He smelled strongly of tobacco.

Lily said nothing.

"Aw, you're not mad at me, are you, cutie-pie? You remember when I called you that last time?"

"You're insane."

"That means a lot to me, cutie-pie."

He didn't blind-fold her when he led her out of the car. At least that much was different. He did, however, handcuff her. As he placed her hands behind her back, he leaned forward a tad and whispered, "Kinky, eh, cutie-pie?"

She wrenched her head as far away from him as she could. His breath smelled like an ashtray. After all these years, he still smoked.

"I changed my name," he said conversationally, steering her towards the small building she remembered. "Moved to Oregon. I saw you on T.V., heard you'd gotten a job at the Jeffersonian, and thought I'd come to say hi. Didja miss me, cutie-pie?"

At her silence, he gave her an extra hard shove. She stumbled forward, nearly losing her balance.

"You were a lot more fun last time."

"Why the same place, Hecklend?" she snarled.

"It brings back memories, cutie-pie," responded her kidnapper, "of the good old days, before little six-year-old you put me on the FBI grid."

"My apologies," said Lily through gritted teeth. Her heart pounded in fear, but his gun was, for now, put away. She had a hope that Booth would find her, and find her fast.

"Pause it." Sweets peered over Angela's shoulder as she paused the security tape. "See there?" He pointed. "Play." Angela obeyed. "See?" he said again. "Her body language, look."

"So?" asked Booth impatiently. "This isn't helping us find her, Sweets."

"No, just look. Her body language suggests she knew him."

"Okay." Booth shrugged his shoulders, arms crossed over his chest. He was irritated. "Are you going somewhere with this?"

"Patience is a virtue, Agent—"

"Maybe you don't understand the severity of the situation, Sweets," the agent said in a low voice, advancing on the psychologist. "Some nut with a gun has the kid."

"I know who took her, Agent Booth," said Sweets.

"How?" asked Angela suddenly. "The man's face is out of focus. The more I zoom in, the worse the quality becomes—" She stopped before she could launch into an explanation about pixels, concerned it would sound too squinty.

"When she was six years old, Lily was abducted from her home. I'm willing to bet this is the same man."

"She was taken at night, snatched right from her bed. The man who took her drove for miles to this abandoned shack, where he locked her in a bare room and tied her to an exposed pipe."

Sweets paused. It was hard for him to retell. Brennan's eyes were beginning to redden. Angela's hand was over her mouth.

"He kept her there for a week. She hasn't told anyone what he did to her. She refuses to talk about it." Sweets licked his dry lips.

"Oh my God," said Angela.

"The man," Booth said. A muscle in his jaw twitched. "What was his name?"

"Drew Hecklend."

There was silence for a moment until Booth said, "Hecklend? That's the man Lily thinks killed her brother."

"Her brother's body was never found," said Sweets, looking at Booth, who thought, He knows all of this from her file? How in-depth is her file? "There was nothing tying Hecklend to anything. The only thing to signal her brother's death was a large amount of his blood on the floor of his apartment, but Lily apparently has it in her mind that he's dead and Hecklend killed him."

"Okay, now here's the important question." Everyone turned to stare at Zack. "How does this help us find her?"

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