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Boss pulled away from Booth, who stared at the psycho with cold eyes. He did not like this new helpless feeling and was racking his brain for a way out.

"So, Agent Booth, lets get right to the main event shall we?" he pulled a quarter out of his vest and held it out in his hand. "Heads, the doctor, tails, the boy." Boss smiled as he tossed the coin into the air.

The clinking noise it made when it hit the cement floor, was the most deafening sound Booth thought he'd ever heard.

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"Look. There's Booth's SUV." Angela whispered to the others in the car and pointed outside.

Cam pulled up a few spaces behind and listened as the snow crunched under the tires.

"Zack?" She said expectantly.

Zack nodded and pulled a laptop and something that looked like a radar gun out of his backpack. "This is a thermal imaging device. Red will being the warmest, giving us outlines of people while black is the coldest, snow and ice. I made it from a retired radar gun and the imaging technology used in…"

"Zack, love you to death, but all I need to know is how to turn it on." Angela grabbed the device and pointed it at the house.

"There." Hodgins said pointing at the colorful blobs on Zack's computer.

"Yes. It's sensing several heat signatures."

A vague outline of walls was visable around the colorful blobs of human-shaped shadows on his screen.

"I count six. This one," he pointed to one in a sitting near the bottom of the screen. "Is stronger than the others, I'd say he's in a different room, closer to us."

"And the others?" Cam was straining to see, turned around backward in her seat.

"This on is the smallest, that's probably Parker." Zack pointed at the smallest blob near the wall.

"God, look at all the green and blue. He must be so cold." Angela said quietly, a pained expression on her face.

"This one's Booth." Cam pointed at one of the bigger, redder blobs.

"How do you know."

"I just know." She said decidedly.

"Then this one is probably Brenenn." Angela pointed to the blob in the middle, "It's got the most blue and green next to Parker."

Zack nodded. "These concentrations of yellow in the torso and cranium indicate bruising. She's injured."

Angela turned away to regain her composure, finally letting go of Jack's hand, which she'd clung to for the entire trip.

"You guys. I have a plan." Hodgins said finally, his face betraying two parts worry and one part excitement.

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"Hmmm…" Boss stared at the coin on the floor. "The doctor it is then."

He sauntered over to Brennen and again yanked her drooping head up violently, putting impossible strain on her shoulders and she bit back a cry of pain. He pulled out his pocket knife and twirled it daintily in his fingers.

"Booth." Brennen whispered, her eyes focusing on the man at the door, she'd never seen him look so helpless. She allowed the tears to fall silently, but refused to sob.

Booth's eyes darted back and forth between Parker and Brennen.

I need more time.

"Uh…hold on a second. Just hold on." Booth put his hands out as if calming a crowd. His chest felt like it was shaking with every pound of his heart. "Don't do this." He pleaded quietly.

Boss glanced at Booth but turned away again.

"Oh well since you said it so nicely." He brought the knife to Brennen's neck and she closed her eyes.

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"Hodgins! Where did you get those?" Cam stared wide eyed at the gas mask and seeming grenade Hodgins had just pulled out of his own backpack.

"If I told you that I'd have to kill you." Cam glowered and he gave in. "Don't worry, it's not a grenade, it's a smoke bomb. Maybe it will buy me some time." Hodgins moved quietly to get out of the car.

"Jack." Angela grabbed his arm as he started to rise and looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"You can't do this. You might be killed."

If I don't do this, Brennen and Parker and Booth will be killed.

"Angela. Call the cops." He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, then pulled away quickly. He crouched low and made his way to the house.

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