10.
Hodgins & Brennan take a shaken & traumatized Sweets out of the box. He pulls himself together only by repressing his pain and the thoughts in his mind. Brennan suspects injuries but Sweets refuses to go to the hospital and instead promises to let Cam look him over, which he has no intention of fulfilling. Booth gets back to the house with Kline and realizes that Kline has been playing him, Kline knows who Booth is and has the whole time.
If you have a "Sweet" tooth, then be sure to check out the many other Sweets stories! Am wondering if there should be another story… Has Sweets had enough? Should I torture the poor soul any more of just stop writing? Nah, this is too fun, plus there are like many more things to do to Sweets (yeah wow that made me sound psycho).
"Hey they're back!" Cam said turning towards the sounds coming from the door.
She left Angela's office to find Hodgins in the lead and several feet behind him Sweets with a cloth of some kind behind held by his hand and Brennan just behind him.
"Dr. Sweets!" Cam said in surprise. She could see that the psychologists' handkerchief or whatever it was had blood on it. His white button down shirt was covered in dirt as well as much of his dark pants and blazer. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Sweets answered quickly and failed to stop walking towards Angela's office.
"Sweets, you promised to let Cam look you over." Brennan reminded him.
"Later." Sweets said walking into Angela's office leaving Cam & Brennan in the hall.
"What the…" Cam began but Brennan motioned for her to lower her voice.
"I don't know what happened but I was following Sweets in because I noticed a bump on the back of his head." Brennan informed Cam.
"He could have a head injury!" Cam said concerned.
"I also suspect he had injuries to his ribs but he is being rather distant and I find that very distressing." Brennan explained.
"Why wouldn't he want to get help?" Cam mused.
"I think it's because he has to confront the fact that it appears that Booth is the one who did this damage." Brennan said equally as distressed.
She looked back at Sweets who had sat down in a chair in Angela's office and was waving her away and repeating that he was fine. She was sure he was most definitely not fine.
"What do we do?" Cam wondered. It was hard to administer medical treatment to someone who was not willing to accept it.
Brennan shrugged her shoulders as Hodgins came up.
"I've got a match, the tire treads, I took a picture of them, they match the images of Kline's SUV we got from the traffic cams. I'm sure it was Kline, and presumably Booth who were there." Hodgins said.
He was hoping that Sweets mind was wrong or that he was given a hallucinogen but it wasn't looking like that was the case. The trio walked in Angela's office where Sweets was finally accepting a glass of water from Angela.
Sweets had to admit, that wasn't half bad.
"Okay Sweets, out with it, what happened?" Cam said as the other stood rigidly around her with the same resolve.
"I don't know." Sweets said and hoped they would go away. His head was really starting to pound. He saw that they weren't moving as he rolled his eyes, giving himself another layer of a headache. "I went after Laura, she wasn't out there. I looked up and here came an SUV."
"Like, what, how?" Angela asked confused.
"Like I looked up and there it was, over me." Sweets said, now he was feeling a bit nacreous. You realize this is bad right? His subconscious was asking him.
"The SUV hit you?" Cam asked wondering why Sweets was so together and non-calant about the whole thing. This only added to her concern.
"Well yeah, seems like no big deal compared to the rest. Kline got out, took my gun, smashed my phone, we chatted a bit about where the gems were, I told him Virginia. Next thing I know I'm waking up in a field of wet grass and Booth is hitting my with a shovel, firing a gun at me and locking me in a box. Does that help any?" Sweets asked sarcastically. His head was really spinning now - a combination of nerves he was desperately trying to keep masked over a complete panic attack, a stomach that was acting like a bouncy house with dozen kids in it and a head that was currently home to the entire percussion of the London Symphony Orchestra.
"Hey look, there's Booth!" Sweets said pointing to the screen. It had the desired effect as the group turned to look at it. Sweets was relieved to see that they had turned their attention away from him. He sighed for a moment but then realized the repercussions of trying to get his friends to not notice the pain he was in. Later, we need to figure this out now, I can wait.
"Where is he at?" Hodgins asked looking at the traffic camera shot. Angela had it set to notify her when any came up.
"He doesn't look happy." Cam said. "He looks far more stressed than the previous shots."
"He's at Independence and First, wait, that's like five minutes from here." Angela said.
"They're heading to the Jeffersonian." Brennan said.
"This system has a five minute delay." Angela said. "I don't get the images right away, it has to process them."
"You mean they're here?" Cam asked. "But security is at a minimum. Call the police."
Angela turned to grab the phone when everything went dark.
Cam sighed, "Not good."
"There, that should help." Kline said closing the electrical box.
"Hey, you there!" The guard said approaching them.
"Take him out." Kline instructed Booth who shook his head no. "Take him out or I will."
Booth knew that Kline's attack would be far worse than his. Booth stepped in the shadows allowing the guard to approach and attacked, sending the man into slumber. He would wake with a headache but at least he would wake. Booth didn't like to be a tool to be used and his temper began to flare within.
"Now, which way, and remember, I know where you live, where your family lives, unless you care to dispose of them like your friend." Kline said.
Booth motioned to the door and soon they slipped inside.
"What do we do?" Angela asked nervously.
The question was met with silence. Laura stirred from her nap to the almost completely dark room. There was only an emergency red light to illuminate the room.
"What's going on?" She asked nervous.
"It's okay, we uh, have a little situation." Cam said.
"We need to get out of here." Hodgins suggested.
"I'm not leaving Booth." Brennan said as she looked to Sweets who gave her a dark look.
"We need to split up." Cam suggested. "It's Kline and Booth, he's looking for the gems. They may not know we're here."
"They'll know someone's here. They know we wouldn't all abandon the case." Hodgins suggested.
"They'll know I'm here. I'll wait on the platform." Brennan suggested.
Laura was about to have a panic attack. Sweets was sure his head was about to explode.
"Angela and Hodgins should take Laura." Sweets said in a tone that suggested he was more annoyed than anything else. "Kline's going to be looking for her. Take her up to the break area, find a fire extinguisher, anything for defense."
Hodgins and Angela nodded, that made sense to them and they quickly left.
"I'm going to my office, I think I have…" Cam began to say when a shot was fired.
Quietly they quit their conversation and all spread out in the very dimly lit lab.
That guard was not going down without a fight. Booth was able to wrestle the gun away but not before it fired into the ceiling. The guard now lay unconscious on the floor and Kline had lost track of the gun. He didn't care, as long as Booth didn't have it.
"Where now, let's get going." Kline said growing impatient. He could feel the jewels were nearby and he was salivating now at the notion of finally having them and the falcon. He also knew with the bypass he put on the security system would only hold for so long so they had to hurry. He didn't like to rush, but enough was about enough for him.
"Up ahead." Booth said with Kline behind him, a gun at his back. He was still trying to grope for a plan. He was tired, exhausted mentally and physically, he wondered if anyone was gone to find Sweets, wondered if Sweets was still alive.
They entered the main area of the lab.
"Okay where would they have it?" Kline asked. Booth could hear the edge in his voice, he was going to break if he didn't get it soon. He also knew that Kline would leave no witnesses. He needed a distraction to try and take Kline out, anything at this point.
"What do you want?" Brennan asked from the platform. She had been listening and she knew that Booth didn't know where the statue was. Kline looked up but kept the nose of the gun buried in Booth's back.
"You know what I want." Kline answered back.
"If I give it to you then you will only kill us." Brennan answered.
"Then the only difference is who goes first." Kline said.
"Bones, give him the statue." Booth ordered. "You let her give you the statue and let her go."
"No, don't think so. In fact I'm pretty sure that there are a few more of you here." Kline said looking around. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" He taunted.
No movement came about. Kline raised his gun and stuck Booth across the head. Unprepared for it Booth fell to the ground and Kline aimed his gun at Booth's head.
"I'll count to three. ONE!" He shouted.
"We're here!" Voices shouted and soon he could hear footsteps come closer.
Soon the rest arrived and stood in a line by Brennan a few feet from where Kline stood with his gun still pointed at Booth's head.
"We have the lovely couple, oh and Laura, so good to see you." Kline taunted. "Ah, and the lovely mocha woman and Dr. Brennan. Looks like the gang's all here."
Cam noticed that Kline hadn't mentioned Sweets and she realized that to Kline's knowledge, Sweets was dead. Booth looked around only to see that Sweets was not in the lineup. Booth rested his head on the floor a moment, Dammit they didn't find him, I couldn't get back, he's surely dead by now.
Before Booth could lament anymore Kline began to speak.
"Okay, now I'm damn tired and I'm sure you all are too. Now where are they?" Kline said in a low tone.
"You'll only shoot us." Brennan said.
"Yes, but do you want to die quickly or slowly? The first person to tell me gets to die quickly. I'm sure Agent Booth here can attest to my possession of a bag of tricks, but then again, you all know about Laura's dad don't you?"
They couldn't help but shiver at Kline's threat, they were just glad he couldn't see them as well in the dark with only the slight shine of the red emergency light they were standing it. The light wasn't broad but it wasn't dim enough that any one of them could make a sudden move though they all wanted to.
"What a waste, you're all such a talented group. When old man Tierney left paper work to suggest he sent the treasure here I followed up on all of you, I thought maybe he knew you and you were hiding it for him but that quickly fell apart. But that knowledge still helped out didn't it?" He chuckled but it quickly faded. "Now, back to the matter at hand."
Kline shifted his position and stood back a few feet from the group. "Now who is going first? My offer is going to expire soon."
The group stayed silent, no one was going to talk. Kline grew impatient.
"I'm counting to three and then I shoot the agent here!" Kline shouted. No one moved but their panic rose. "One!" He shouted. "Two!" He shouted louder as Brennan began to panic and take a step forward but it was too late. Kline's head exploded in a mass of blood. His corpse dropped to the floor. Blood sprayed across the floor and everyone stopped in a panic until the realized their captor was dead.
In the dark distance they heard metal hit the floor and a few seconds later they heard a thud follow.
With Kline more than neutralized they turned towards the noise. They were cautious about the noise when half the normal lights turned on causing them to all shut their eyes with the assault of brightness. An alarm wailed as the security override had failed and the security was now going off.
As their eyes adjusted they looked back to where the sound had come from and saw Sweets sitting on his knees, a gun next to him on the floor with his head clutched in his hands. They felt frozen in place as they put the actions together. They breathed as they realized that Sweets was the one who had shot Kline. Booth recognized the gun as the downed security officer's. Booth knew that Sweets had just saved his life, as well as everyone else's. It was then that his heart broke again as the psychologist went from a knelling position clutching his head which spun violently in pain collapsed to the floor.