No! No! Not our son. Please God no, not Lucas Booth thought pleading with God as tears burned behind his eyelids. He reached for Bones and pulled her close to him before she collapsed. He needed to be strong.

For her he needed to be.

"Come on, sit down and tell me everything."

They sat down on the couch in her office. He held her hand encouraging her stroking it softly so she would explain.

"They said while the kids were outside, they heard a child scream. It must have been Lucas. By the time they found out where the sound came from he'd been thrown in a black car, with tinted windows and no plates."

Oh God. "Were Tristan or Parker there?"

"I don't know but we need to go pick them up. It'd be better if they were with us right now.

When they arrived at the school Booth treated it like a crime scene. Of course because it was his kid he was yelling at everyone that he could to get answers. He came up with almost nothing.

"Booth, I'm taking Tristan and Parker home now. I'll see you later." He nodded and she kissed him on the cheek before leaving.

Once she had gotten the boys home and had spoken to them about the incident she found out a couple things. Parker was inside the school he told her. However Tristan had been with Luke right before he was snatched.

"Mommy, he wasn't a stranger though. He was the school teacher friend of yours that came over once when we lived in Chicago."

What teacher? She kept thinking. Then it hit her like a slap in the face. Oh. My. God.

"You mean Michael?" Tristan nodded at her firmly. Thank God for my son's memory she thought. Michael Stires kidnapped my son. WHY?

"Mommy, I didn't know it was bad! Not until Lucas yelled from the car, and I… couldn't help anymore." Tristan started to cry feeling more than guilty.

"Tristan Anthony Booth, this is not your fault. Look at me. We will find your brother. I promise you that." The little boy just nodded to his mother.

"Parker, can you get your Dad on the Phone for me?"

"Sure, Mom," said Parker handing her the phone a few minutes later.

"What is it? I'm busy here!" said Booth agitated and yelling into the phone.

Bones was in no mood to deal with his attitude right now. "Seeley Booth, don't you dare raise your voice to me like that." She said sounding somewhat defeated.

Oh man he thought I'm such an asshole. He'd completely forgotten it was his girlfriend on the phone. "Temperance," he said with a sigh. "Look baby I didn't realize it was you I'm so sorry."

She sighed. "It's alright. I talked to the boys."

"Yeah, did you get anything Bones?"

"Yes, Seeley I know who has Lucas." He knew this meant he wasn't going to like the name she was about to give him. "It's Michael."

"Wait, Stires? Your college professor? Who you were involved with?"

"Yes, him."

"How did they know who Michael was?"

"Tristan knew him. He had been by my apartment once back in Chicago when the boys were about three. It was when he wanted to get back together, and I told him no."

"Okay, thanks I'll look for any addresses I can. Don't worry Bones we'll find him."

Booth returned home a little later with about a dozen addresses to check out. It was quarter after 6 now. He wanted to do the work at home. He needed to be home now with his family.

He walked into their living room and noticed she was laying on the couch with one boy on either side of her. The boys were a sleep and she was softly stroking their hair. Hm she must have heard me open the front door. Her eyes were still closed but he knew she was awake.

He to close and lock the front door. She laid the boys down on the couch and off of her so she could get up. She noticed the file box he had set on the smaller couch. She walked quickly over to him and wrapped her arms around him. He held her tight as if to never let go. "Shh...It's going to be alright we will get him back. I have more than enough information for us to track Stires." He peppered soft, gentle kisses in her hair and on her forehead.

When they pulled apart he saw the evidence that concluded she had really been crying for quite some time.

"Come on let's see what we've got. All we have to do is locate the current address and go from there." He knew it was easier said than done, but they both needed so badly to hear something positive.

"Have they been asleep long?" he asked her curiously.

"Well, no not really. Ten minutes at the most."

Marina Warehouse

Lucas sat against a wall in a corner of the warehouse. His small hands shook and were tied with duct tape. It was cold and damp in the warehouse. What if Mommy and Daddy don't find me? What's Mr. Michael going to do to me? Please God don't let him hurt me. I promise I won't put anymore toothbrushes in the toilet. I'll even stop playing jokes on Parker's Mommy and Cam. I'll just have to be brave like Daddy. I won't cry….he started to sniffle a little bit. How am I going to get out of here? Thought Lucas.

Lucas heard the door to the ware house open and stiffened. Michael was back now.