Okay guys, here is the next chapter. Truth is, I did have a little trouble writing it because one) I am currently writing my own books and they have been a priority for me lately because I've known wanted to write and two) I've had some writers block on this story lately because I keep thinking about what is going to happen later on. Still, today I went through the story and re-read what I'd already wrote, then I went and read all your reviews. Re-reading your reviews made me smile and reminded me that a lot of you like reading this and I found that I knew what I wanted to right again. So thank you everyone who reads this, whether you've reviewed or not, because you give me a reason to keep writing. Seeing how much you guys like it and want to read more, it makes me really happy and I am so thankful to all of you, so a big thank you from the heart and I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Michael's Pov

As I became conscious I moved my arms up, only for them to bump into a cold metal surface above me and panic to course through my veins as my mind realized something was wrong. My eyes widened the moment I realized I was in some sort of metal container and I reached my arm back to touch my neck instinctively, feeling the marks from the taser that'd been used on me to knock me out. Damn, my head was killing me right now. Realizing I was trapped and that the Grave Digger copycat was definitely behind this, I moved my hand around beside me, knowing I needed to find some way out of here and that I obviously wasn't buried alive because there was a very small stream of light coming in from the end of the thing I was in. No light would get in if I was underground, that was basic knowledge for anyone who could calm themselves down long enough to focus.

When my hand fell on someone else's smaller one then though and I looked sideways, but it was too dark to see anything but an outline of the person. Thankfully though, the next thing I felt was the handle of a torch and I fumbled around with it, finally hitting the button and illuminating the thing I was in, which seemed to be some kind on container. When I did though, I wished I hadn't, because lying beside me was Christine.

"Chris." I said and I moved to lean over her, thankful that there was enough room to do that. She was unconscious and her head was bleeding, but not badly, or at least not anymore. I knew instantly that she must have come looking for me (without thinking about the consequences or taking someone with her of course because she was obstinate like her mother that she could do things alone) and been attacked by the Grave Digger, only unlike me she worked out they were behind her and fought back. Honestly, she was never going to be someone who goes down easily. "Christine, come on. It's time to wake up."

She mumbled in response, but other than that she didn't wake up. I knew I needed to get her out of here so I used the torch to look at the lid of this thing, only to see a latch that would let us out, except it had a pad lock on the inside. What had this guy done, put us in and wield the metal on the other side, and why on earth would he do that when it made it easier for us to escape? To my luck though, I knew how to pick a lock, I just needed something to do it with. That's when I remembered Christine had been wearing a bobby pin and I looked at her again, thankful it was still in her hair. I carefully pulled it out and instantly started fiddling with the lock, grateful that it was on my side of this thing and not hers because I didn't want to risk hurting her.

I unlocked the padlock easily, grateful that I could keep my panic from taking over and that Darius had taught me to do this, and pushed the lid off us as it groaned. I got up and, not giving a shit about where we were, and picked Chris up in my arms before I climbed out of the box and laid her down on the floor so I could check out her injuries.

Her face was pale, that was unmistakable considering the fact that she was pretty tanned most of the time. The wound to her head thankfully didn't have anything in it though, which meant I didn't have to find some impossible way to clean.

"Christine, wake up please." I begged as I shook her shoulder lightly and she groaned as her eyes fluttered open, blurry for a moment before they focused on me. I was relieved because I needed her help and I needed to know she was safe.

"Michael, where are we?" She asked in a low pain filled voice and I looked around now, instantly realizing we were on some sort of military ship like Booth had been.

"On a navy ship and I have a feeling it's rigged with explosives." I said and that's when she cried out in pain and clutched her left wrist to her chest. "What is it?"

"I think that basted fractured my wrist." She said as she winced in pain and I figured she was right. She nearly always seemed to know what seemed to be wrong with her to an extent, even if she didn't have an x-ray or test to tell her. Seriously, I had a feeling she could be an excellent doctor if she wanted to be.

"Why on earth didn't you take someone with you when you went to look for me you idiot?" I demanded her and I saw her look at me, her eyes soft.

"Call it a lapse of judgment because I was concerned about my boyfriend. Anyway, I know this copycat is a man. I know his build and I hurt him pretty badly so that will help." She said and I looked at her with a blank expression. I was smart; don't get me wrong, but how she seemed to calculate things in her head even in a fight amazed me. "What?"

"You just amaze me, that's all." I said, then I looked around. "We're in trouble. We have no way to warn our parents where we actually are and don't know how much time we have left."

"According to that big countdown clock, we have exactly six hours." She said and I looked at her, then I looked up to see the clock she was pointing at. Oh so this guy was just messing with us. "And my phone is still in my pocket, but my battery's dead."

"Then we better find a way to get out of her, or else we're in trouble." I said and I pulled her up with me.

"When are we not in trouble? It's seems like lately we are in the wrong place at the wrong time." Christine said and she had a good point. It was only a few months ago that we'd been poisoned and nearly died. I mean that had given me the chance to finally kiss Christine, but still.

"Me hacking into your computer all the time and changing your password doesn't seem so bad now, does it." I said in an attempt to lighten the very dark mood, but I knew it hadn't worked as she looked at me.

"Nope, that's still very annoying." She stated and I just sighed, then I looked at the door that seemed to be the only way out of here that we had any chance of reaching. I went over to it and tried to turn the wheel that unlocked the door, but I had a lot of trouble even budging it. And I had been worrying about telling Christine I was in love with her a few months ago. I kinda wished I could go back to only worrying about that.

Chris came over then and helped me turn the wheel, only being able to help with one of her hands though. She pulled down while I did my best turn it by pulling up. It started to move for us as we both grunted as we pushed ourselves to get it open.

Booth's Pov

This situation couldn't get any worse and time was running out. Six hours, that is all we had left to find them and we had nothing. I had an F.B.I team searching the area where Hodgins and Bones had been buried all those years ago, but I doubted they would be there. We didn't even know if they were buried in the normal sense. We knew NOTHING!

"This isn't good enough!" I shouted as I hit the screen, wanting to hit something else. Christine and Michael were running out of time and there was a great chance that they were also running out of air.

"Booth, we're doing everything we can." Cam said and I wanted to protest, but then I saw Bones face. Bones was trying to keep it together, but I could see that this was taking it's toll. She'd had nightmares for a very long time because of what Heather Taffet did to her and Hodgins and me, she still did sometimes, so I knew that she feared what Christine was going through right now and I wasn't helping by snapping.

"I know." I said as I rested against the railing, my head in my hands. For the first time in a long time, I felt helpless. When Christine and Michael had been poisoned, I had known that there was something I could do, but there was nothing I could do right now. There was no way right now that I could help save my own daughter and it made me remember that this was something I had feared before she was even born. I wanted to protect Bones and Christine as much as I could, because I knew that there would be a time I couldn't protect them and right now I couldn't protect Christine.

"Seeley, we're going to find them." Cam said as she came to my side and I looked at her, before noticing that Bones was heading for the bone room.

"I want to believe that, but unless they can find a way to tell us where they are, we're searching blind." I said.

"They're smart kids Booth, they'll work something out. You, Brennan and Hodgins got through it, they'll find a way to get through it too." She said and I had to hope she was right. I also had to hope that the Grave Digger didn't realize just how smart and resourceful they are, meaning he might have left something for them to use.

Michael's Pov

We continued to tune the wheel and the door creaked put all we could into opening the door, and I knew that it was nearly unlocked, that's when Christine froze while I kept moving it, trying to get us out of this room.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked and she looked at me, her eyes wide.

"We're assuming he's recreating what Heather Taffet did to my dad right." She said and I nodded as I nearly got the door open. "Don't you remember what dad said happened when he opened the first door on his ship."

I froze, understanding what Christine meant and what Booth had said about water coming pouring into the room, but unfortunately it was far too late. I had unlocked the door enough and the pressure of the water on the other side burst it open, sending the water crashing into us and us both off our feet. I hit the ground as the room began to rapidly fill with ice cold water, and quickly looked at Christine. The water was already at our knees, it was coming in that fast. We were in deep water now, literally.

A person would normally try to say that this situation couldn't get any worse, but it was probably evident to both of us that this situation really could. We were royally screwed if we didn't get out of here soon, because this room was filling up quickly and we couldn't breath underwater.


So I have left it on another little cliff hanger, but I promise I'll write the next chapter as fast as I can. Again though, thank you all for reading and sticking with me and the story. I'd love to hear what you guys think of the story and how it's progressing via review, because I like hearing what you guys think.