10.

Sweets was almost about to drift off when the loud door creaked open. His eyes shot open and his head pounded.

"Don't go falling asleep on me now." Ryan said pulling him out again. They were at a remote and quiet rest stop.

"What do you want?" Sweets asked as he was pushed from the car towards the small and dimly lit restroom.

"I keep my promises Lance. I promised to try harder this time. And we need a little break from this mundane driving don't we?"

Sweets looked around and knew this was bad, there was no one for miles, no cars went by. He considered the fact maybe he shouldn't have antagonized the psycho so much.

"You see Lance, when you left, and you told them about our times together, well I went away for a while." He pushed Sweets to the ground of the cement rest stop floor. Sweets sucked in air as his bound behind his back hands couldn't cushion his fall to the ground.

"And the funny thing about prison is that you just keep picking up more and more bad habits. So many that things start to change inside of you."

Ryan walked back to the door and motioned for someone to come inside. A young man came in, about 13 and Sweets was surprised. He had a phone in his hands with another gadget stuck to it. The young man didn't look at Sweets except thru the camera.

While studying the young man Sweets attention was pulled away from Ryan who was now over him pushing Sweets to lay on the ground. Sweets was wedged between the wall and the floor, unable to get away as he rolled back Sweets shirt exposing his chest. "Wow, those aren't mine." Ryan said admiring the fading scars from Sweets time with Derringer. "You are just a glutton for punishment aren't you?"

"So anyway, I just got really angry for a while. And then I'd go back and out and back again. Well I decided to break that cycle. And I thought, what is it that made me that way? That was you Lance, you put me away." He laughed as he pulled out a lighter and a metal file. He ran the lighter along the edge of the metal to heat it. "You put away your first criminal even as a little spec on this earth."

Sweets looked away from Ryan and to the young kid whose face was devoid of emotion. His attention was brought back to Ryan as he pushed the searing metal against his already broken side. Sweets had no choice but to scream out in pain, the sound echoing within in the cinderblock walls but falling on deaf ears.

"Oh God, not another one." Angela said as the video came in. "We've seen Sweets talk, followed by Sweets get beat outside the car, then more talking with a promise to make it worse this time."

"I have an awful feeling this is that worse time Masters referred to." Cam said wrapping her arms around herself.

Angela's hand shook as she pressed the play button.

"You put away your first criminal even as a little spec on this earth." Ryan's voice came on with the image of Sweets on the ground with Masters over him with the red hot poker. Sweets was obviously unable to hold in the screams of pain and Booth thought he might throw up. Emma ran from the room and the rest of them wanted to follow but their eyes were glued to what happened next, fearing and anticipating the next moment. This was true torture to everyone.

After three gruelling moments of burns and screams Ryan stood up and nodded to the camera which shut off. The group let out a breath they had held, Sweets was alive when it was over.

"I don't think I can take many more of these." Angela said with heavy misery. They all looked away from the screen.

"None of us can." Hodgins said wrapping his arms around her.

"We are getting too focused on these videos." Booth said rubbing his head.

"Well how can we not?!" Angela shouted back and Booth immediately held out his hands to calm her. "What I mean is if we concentrate on them too much we're not finding Sweets."

Angela nodded as she knew what he meant.

"Maybe we aren't looking enough." A voice from the door said and they saw it was Emma, she had come back. She pointed to the screen. "Look, in the reflection."

Angela backed up the paused image a few seconds and saw what Emma had seen. As the camera was lowered it caught an image of the young boy holding the camera.

"So he does have someone with him, who is he?" Hodgins asked excitedly but paused. "Wait, he looks like a kid."

"Angela, see if Ryan Masters fostered any other kids." Brennan suggested.

"No, after Sweets left he was sent to jail, he was never allowed kids again." Angela said checking the records a second time.

"But that wouldn't stop him from having a kid." Hodgins suggested and Angela dug again.

"Victor Masters, age 13." She said with a sigh. "I wonder what this guy did to that kid, based on what he did to Sweets.

"No, this kid looks like he's helping Masters." Hodgins observed. "It's only a partial image but after what he just filmed, look, there's no look of disgust or sadness on his face after what he just saw, he's totally okay with it."

"He had a monster for a father. He assumes this is what life is supposed to be like?" Angela asked.

"Can we track down anything about this kid?" Cam asked and Angela tapped away again.

"No school records, he must be home schooled. I'm not finding much." She answered.

"What about the mother?" Booth asked.

"Now here's something…." Angela began.