A/N: I h

Flashback:

"Hey, Parker who's that guy talking to your brother?" Asked Parker's friend Jamie.

Parker looked where his friend was pointing for barely a second. He brushed it off saying it was an old teacher/friend of Tempe's. Parker of course thought nothing of it at the time. Parker had been looking at old pictures once with her and asked about one and that's how he knew who Michael was.

Parker and Jamie soon ran off towards the soccer field and that was the last time he saw his little brother.

End flashback.

"It was my fault, I was being selfish" cried Parker.

"Parker you didn't…" Booth didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because by this point Parker had run off in the direction of Brennan and Booth's bedroom.

Once there Parker climbed up on the bed with her. "Hey Parker, is your brother still asleep?" He nodded sadly at the woman he had come to call Mom and who he knew better any other adult in his life.

"Mom, I ….I should have turned back around maybe it would have made him come back. This is all my fault."

"No. Parker Booth, This is not your fault. If you knew Michael's intentions you would have never turned around I know you well enough to know you would never put either of your brothers in harm's way. Don't blame yourself. We will find him I promise."

She did the only thing she could think to do. She pulled Parker towards her and he wrapped his arms around her. She held him close while he cried into her side. The boy just fell asleep against her from exhaustion after twenty minutes.

A few minutes passed and then the bedroom door opened as Brennan was softly Parker's hair. Booth stood there. He had a look of sympathy, and anguish on his face. She laid Parker down and covered him with a blanket figuring that Booth wanted to talk to her.

He followed her out and back into the living room.

"Booth, what is it? I'm exhausted and I have work to do to find my son."

"Bones, how do you know Luke's okay?"

She groaned. "I just do. I know he's alive and that's enough to keep me going. Michael didn't take him to hurt me or to kill him. He wants me to come there for Luke. In his twisted mind he wants us to be a family. As in thinking you're not their Dad. He knows how I think and what I'd do in any given situation. Right now, he's expecting me to come running without thinking it through first. Honestly I probably would have if it had been a random kidnapping, but it wasn't. It was someone I'm quite familiar with."

He grabbed Bones' hands. "I'm sorry about what I said before. I just feel helpless."

"I know. I'll look over the addresses you have for him so far. I can probably narrow them to the last place I remember him living."

"Good idea Bones. Let's get started then." "Okay Bones, so it's not the North Carolina, New Jersey, Ohio, Illinois, or Vermont addresses?"

"No Booth, because I remember all those. Wait look for any in or around D.C. I didn't even think of the possibility of him being close."

"I don't see any Bones."

"Booth as much as It pains me to say it…we have to talk to Tristan again. I know he's only five, but he's all we have left to go on." Booth only nodded dejectedly.

About thirty minutes later she went and woke up Tristan. They went and sat in the living room. They'd decided to let Parker sleep through this since he was still overwhelmed with guilt for his decision.

"Tristan honey, I want to talk to you about what happened at lunchtime on the playground alright?" said Brennan hesitantly. Booth added "just tell us everything you remember buddy. Anything you saw, heard, felt, or smelt."

His small hand made a grab for Brennan's right hand. "It's alright just tell Daddy." She told him letting him know it was okay. She pressed a kissed to his forehead reassuringly.

"Well it feeled weird around then Daddy. Like somebody was watching I know that sounds silly, but I guess there really was. That's what it feeled like until Luke was thrown in the car after that, it was scary." Booth could feel his anger rising within himself at the thought of anybody throwing any of his kids anywhere.

Brennan put her other hand on Booth's arm. He noticed and looked over at her. Her eyes pleading with him for just this once to stay calm.

"…the car was dark all over, and so were the windows. He was wearing dark pants, and a red shirt..."

"Any smells you might remember sweetie?" asked his mother softly.

Tristan tapped a finger to his chin trying to think hard. "I don't think so. WAIT! Fish Mommy!" He said whipping his head around to look at her. "His car and him smelled like fish."

Her head snapped up at his words. Looking at Booth she told him "forget these addresses. Look for warehouses down by the marina for selling fish, buying fish, anything to do with fish." Finally, they thought something solid to go on.

"Bones do you want to come with me?" she looked at him skeptically then back down at her son. "We could call Angela and have her come over for a bit."

"Yeah, Booth I'll go call her. Here," she said handing Tristan to him. "Put him back in bed. Parker can stay in our room. He should be fine." Booth kissed her quickly. Picking up Tristan he rounded the corner towards his bedroom. Tristan was already half asleep by the time Booth tucked him in bed.

"Hey, Ange it's me." Said Brennan.

"Bren, oh my god! What's happening over there? Have you guys found anything?"

"Actually Tristan just gave us something and we're going to check on it. I need a favor though can you come sit with Tristan, and Parker while we're gone? They should be okay they're both asleep."

"Yes, of course Bren anything. They'll be angels. They always are when I watch them for you guys. I'll be there quick bye."

"Thanks Ange bye." All the while Brennan was thinking. Please Lucas James Booth be okay. I hope we aren't too late.

Eventually Lucas passed out in the cage from exhaustion. When he opened his eyes he didn't see Michael anywhere. Lucas wondered if his brothers missed him or if his Mommy and Daddy were looking for him. After Michael threw him inside the cage he had said that his parents wouldn't notice at all that he was gone. Lucas whimpered feeling a sharp pain in his left arm. He looked at his arm and his eyes widened. He cried silently. He had a gash on his left forearm. Most likely from when he was put in this cage.

Foot steps pounded down the old creaky stairs. Michael must be coming back he thought terrified. Please God don't let him hurt me again.

Angela was quietly reading a book in dim light in Booth and Brennan apartment when she heard a scream. She jumped slightly and gasped, but before she could go to check it Parker was already standing there in the living room. He had run in sweat and tears mixed together on his face. He was probably searching for Bren she thought.

"Angela? Where's Bones at?" questioned Parker frantically.

"Sweetie she's not here right now. Her and your Dad had to check a lead they got on your brother's case."

"I need Mom though." He said as the tears started to fall again.

"Okay Parker I can call Rebecca…"

" No not that mom Bones is Mom. I need her right now."

Angela enveloped Parker in her arms. I know sweetie I'll tell you as soon as she calls. We can't talk to her though right now because she's working on the case. Come on, let's sit down on the couch. You can at least try to sleep for me okay?"

"Alright." Said Parker nodding. …but I really need Mom he thought to himself.

Lucas looked up at the person walking towards him now. Confused etched in his small features. That so was not Michael.

Lucas suddenly had wide eyes as he shockingly whispered "Mommy!"