Hey guys, I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update, but for some reason I just couldn't write this chapter no matter how hard I tried. I started watching Bones again though, I'm re-watching all the seasons, and suddenly I could write again. Funny thing is that I knew what to write for later chapters, but I couldn't work out what to write for this one. Still, I finally worked it out and hopefully I did a good job and you guys all like it. I'll try to update the next chapter in a shorter period of time... as long as I don't get another case of writers block, which is annoying when I want to get the next chapter out for you guys to read. Still, thanks for sticking with me.


Christine's Pov

The water continued to fill the room, and it was freezing cold. I was now having a bit of a hard time breathing properly and my wrist was killing me, but considering what that man had done to my wrist it wasn't surprising. Michael was beside me and was climbing over the railing of a platform the water had just reached, which made this pretty close to what dad had gone through. Only problem, my dad hadn't been in shorts and a short top, had a fractured wrist or a cut in his forehead. I had all those things.

"Take my hand." Michael said and I took it with my good wrist, which was my right one, and he pulled me up and over the railing by grabbing both my arms. I was shaking, but still I ran over – though it was more like stumbled over – to the next door and helped Michael open it.

We were able to open it and ran through it, slamming it shut behind us and locking it. I was still shaking fiercely and I worried a little that I might end up suffering from Hyperthermia, but right now that was the least of our worries. If I was right, and unfortunately I usually was in situations like these even though I had rarely been in these sorts of situations, this Navy ship was soon going to explode and Michael and I would explode with it. I also knew that we had to get some sort of a message to our parents because I was sure they thought we were buried alive in a car somewhere. I mean it was the logical thing. If this copycat was trying to follow the Grave Diggers footsteps, then it would make sense that he buried Michael and I alive in a car like the Grave Digger did mom and Hodgins. However, he wasn't doing this logically, which made me think that maybe he wanted us dead and had no intention of letting us live because if he was doing this right, Parker would be here like dad had been. I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted us dead, not in the least, mainly because I had hurt him rather badly if I was right and our parents were the reason the Grave Digger had been caught.

"Okay, we need to splint your wrist. I don't want to risk your injury getting worse." Michael said and I nodded because I agreed, but there was one problem.

"We're on a ship, where are we going to find anything to splint my wrist." I asked him, shaking slightly.

"We'll find something." He said and we started through the Navy ship. I was scared, I wasn't going to deny it, but I had to push past that so we could find a way to get out of here. I didn't exactly want to stay on a ship that was going to blow up in less than six hours.

We found something to use to make a splint in an area that was filled with a lot of different things; it was a big plank of wood. Michael went over to it and snapped it with his foot. He came back over to me and ripped his shirt, shocking me.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he started to wrap the piece of cloth he'd ripped from his shirt around the wood, only to rip three more pieces from his shirt.

"Your wrist is more important than my shirt, especially if we are going to die in less than six hours." He started as he put the piece of wood under my wrist and then used the three other strips to tie it tightly to my arm, which hurt but at least kept my wrist from moving.

It was as he finished that I noticed a window, or porthole that was covers, and went over to it. I opened up the cover and looked out, noticing no sailboats in the distance because it had gotten rather dark, but that told me nothing. I didn't know where we were, but I did know this. Whoever was doing this, they weren't making the same mistakes the Grave Digger had. We weren't on a ship that was going to be sunk to the bottom of the reef because it was old, this was different. I didn't know how our parents were going to find us.

"Christine, we were right about this ship not floating for much longer." Michael said and I turned around, seeing that he was looking at the charges all over the ship.

"Okay, we need to find the transponder." I said as I started looking for it and he looked at me weirdly.

"What are you planning?" He asked and I looked at him seriously.

"If I can wire the battery in the transponder to my phone we might be able to send a quick message to tell our parents where we are." I said and I saw his face graven.

"Chris, if we do that then the transponder won't work anymore. The only fail safe will be gone." He said, but he didn't need to because I already knew that.

"That doesn't matter; they won't be able to shut it down. We have to send a message, then we're going to blow ourselves out of this ship like my father did once we find where the stairs are because it's the weakest area of the ship." I explained and he nodded, obviously knowing that I was being serious.

"I guess we have no other choice, but that might kill us." He said and I looked at him seriously.

"So will doing nothing." I said seriously, because it was the truth. This ship was rigged to blow, meaning we were going to be blown up with it if we don't do anything.

X

We searched the ship for a while, looking for the transponder. I was worried about what was going to happen when we tried to blow our way out of here, I mean I wasn't my father and had no previous experience with explosives, but I knew enough about it so I should be able to do it.

"Christine, I found it." Michael called and I ran over to him, my wrist still hurting badly and irritating me. I was still cold, but thankfully it wasn't affecting me too much.

"Okay, do you think you can do it?" I asked, handing him my phone and he looked at me.

"Of course I can do it, but you know that you can never use your phone again after this." He said and I nodded, because I knew that. I was just happy that my phone was waterproof. "Hand it over, I can hook it up and send the four letter message before the charge blows the phone."

"It'll send straight to your phone with redial because you are the last person I called, so let's hope our parents have found it." I said and I watched him work. He really was good at this sort of stuff. I mean I was good with technology and could do it too, but my wrist sort of stopped me from helping. Michael had always been good at this sort of stuff and had taught me quite a bit, he also knew about… let's just say bugs and slim instead of getting technical and scientific.

He quickly sent the message once it was all hooked up and about eight seconds later my phone starting smoking because the battery in the transponder was stronger than the battery my phone was used to. We no longer had a failsafe, so the detonation couldn't be stopped, but I had a feeling it didn't matter.

"Do you think it sent?" I asked and he looked at me.

"Let's hope so." He said and I had to agree.

"Come on, we need to start looking for the wall where the stairs would be." I said and even though I was freaking, I knew that I had to try and be level headed. That was why I hoped I didn't get hypothermia, though if we had to jump into the ocean we probably would, especially since it was now nighttime and when we jumped in – if we jumped in – it would be very late.

Booth's Pov

"Booth, Brennan, Christine sent a message to Michael's phone. It was sent an hour and fifteen minutes ago." Angela said as she ran up onto the forensics platform. That was music to my ears, mainly because we had gotten nowhere.

"Did you try calling the phone?" I asked and Angela nodded.

"It didn't go through so obviously the phone doesn't work anymore, but Booth, I know where they are. We've been looking in the wrong place. The message said only one word, 'ship'." Angela explained.

"Christine and Michael must be on a Navy ship, which means he's recreating what the Grave Digger did to you Booth, not Hodgins and I." Bones said and that wasn't music to my ears, because instead of them running out of air in three hours, thirty one minutes and six seconds, they were going to blow up.

"This shows that the copy cat killer is extremely intelligent. He knew that if he took Michael and Christine that you'd immediately assume that he was copying Dr Brennan's and Dr Hodgins kidnapping, especially considering that they are your children. He's playing against your weaknesses. Also, if I'm right, he doesn't want Christine and Michael to survive." Sweets said, which irritated me. We figure that the moment we didn't get a ransom, we knew that he was playing with us.

"Okay, so following the assumption that he's following Booth's kidnapping step by step, but also trying not to let us find them, we should search for any Navy ship that is currently out on open water at the moment." Cam said.

"I'll have a search done right now." I said as I grabbed out my phone.

"What do you think they're doing right now on that ship?" Angela asked.

"If I know Christine, she's doing what Booth did. She knows what happened to Booth." Bones said, which is what worried me. I didn't want to think about Christine using explosives, I just wanted her home safe.

Michael's Pov

Christine and I had found what we needed, we'd found the wall where the stairs were. We were now setting up the charge, Christine with the C4 and the wires. I did not want to know how she knew how to do this or how she was doing this with a fractured wrist, but I was sort of impressed. I was glad that she was the daughter of an ex-sniper, an army ranger, even though Booth scared me a little because he could shoot me if he wanted to. I mean not legally, but he had the ability.

"We need a battery or something." She said and I grabbed the torch from my back pocket.

"We can use this." I said as I unscrewed the bottom of the torch to get the battery out and she looked at me in confusion.

"Um, where did you get a torch?" She asked as I removed the battery from it and handed it to her, letting her get to work.

"It was in the container." I explained and she nodded as she worked with the explosives. I really didn't like watching this; I mean she was working with something that could kill us if something went wrong.

"What are were going to use to set it off?" I asked.

"My metal bracelet." She said and for the first time I noticed that she was wearing a metal bangle around her uninjured wrist. "By the way, I didn't ask before but where exactly did you learn to pick a lock?" She asked.

"Darius taught me." I explained and she looked at me in suspicion.

"Do I want to know how he knows how to pick locks, especially with a girl's bobby pin?" She asked me and I shook my head because she really didn't want to know.

"Nope, you don't. Now let's focus on this, I don't think we have much longer until the ship blows." I said to her and I saw that I was right. She was counting down in her head, I knew she was.

X

Christine set the wires on the floor, making sure that they weren't touching, and we quickly moved away, hiding behind two beams.

"Are you ready?" She asked me and I nodded, watching her as she held the bracelet in her hand. She was good at bowling, so hopefully she could hit the two wires with the bracelet and not get hurt from the blast.

I watched as she crouched down and slid the bracelet across the floor, and we both ducked down and she looked away from the blast as the wall blew up, sending debris flying and both of us to the ground. My ears were ringing from the sound of the explosion and I was having a little trouble seeing because I had looked at the blast.

"Michael, are you okay?" Christine asked and I felt a hand on my shoulder. She was standing in front of me now, although I could barely see her.

"I looked at the blast." I admitted as she helped me up and put my arm around her shoulder.

"Then hold onto me, I'll lead you out. Your eyesight will come back properly in three to five minutes." She said and I swear I heard a worried tone in her voice.

"Why so urgent?" I asked her.

"Simple, the ship is going to blow in less than half an hour." She said and she helped me from the room, while I wondered how the hell time had moved so quickly and prayed our parents knew where we were because I was not looking forward to jumping into the freezing cold water.

Angela's Pov

I sat in the passenger's seat beside Jack and looked back to see Katherine fidgeting in the backseat, worried about Michael. We were following Booth who was speeding towards Michael and Christine's location. The F.B.I was going to be there, ambulances and they were sending out both helicopters and boats to get Michael and Christine. The ship was going to blow in a couple of minutes and that worried me because the helicopters were delayed.

"Do you think Michael and Christine could have made it to the top of the ship?" I asked Jack and he nodded, grabbing my hand reassuringly in his. I didn't get why this kept happening. First the two of them were poisoned and now they had been kidnapped. The only thing I was glad about was that they hadn't been buried alive.

"They're smart kids, they got out Angie." Jack said and I looked at him, wanting more than anything for him to be right. Booth parked his SUV and was out of the car and onto the pier before we even got out. We raced after him and I could see the old Navy ship in the distance, even though it was dark. I didn't even want to think of Michael Vincent and Christine jumping into the water.

"Where is the helicopter?" Booth demanded as he reached an agent.

"They won't be here in time; the kids will have to jump if they got out." The agent said and that wasn't what I wanted to hear. I didn't want to see my son hurt or Christine for that matter, but we knew they would be.

Christine's Pov

We pushed open the door that led out to the open area of the ship and ran out, looking into the distance. I spotted the shore and saw that there was red and blue flashing lights, but unfortunately no helicopter.

"We're going to have to jump." I said and I knew that it wasn't something either of us wanted because it could kill us, but we had no other choice. The ship was going to blow any minute now. I took his hand in mine and we ran in the direction of the shore, running as fast as we could. It was pitch black and because it was night the water was going be freezing cold – colder than usual – but thankfully we could both swim well so we wouldn't drown easily if we were able to swim. We looked at each other as we ran and without any hesitation we jumped off the end of the ship and plummeted towards the water.

Both of us hit it and I lost my grip on Michael's hand as the freezing cold water wrapped around me, chilling me to the bone… figuratively. It was so cold that as I got to the surface I struggled to move but welcomed the air I breathed in. There were slight waves and I looked around myself.

"Michael!" I shouted and suddenly he popped up in front of me, scaring the hell out of me, but considering the fact that we were in the ocean I wasn't going to complain.

"I'm here, I'm okay." He said and then suddenly an explosion went off behind us, causing Michael to pull me under the water so we weren't hit by debris. I held onto him tightly, the water hurting my eyes, and before long we were forced to break the surface of the water again. "Well that was a close one."

"Yeah, now we're just going to freeze to death." I said through chattering teeth as I saw my breath in the air.

It was so cold, so damn cold, in the ocean. It was then that a light was shined onto us and we turned in the water to see a boat coming towards us.

"Or maybe not." I added as I used my arms to help keep me afloat, though I was struggling.

The boat reached us in what felt like a life time later, which was factually only about two minutes, and the agents on the boat helped both of us, immediately wrapping towels around us once we were on.

"We've got your daughter Special Agent Booth and Michael Hodgins." One of the agents said into his radio and I just rested against Michael, shivering.

X

When we reached the shore everyone was waiting for us and I immediately got off the boat, moving slowly until I reached my parents and was pulled into my mother's arms, Michael being hugged by his little sister.

"You nearly gave us a heart attack. I've never been so worried about you." Dad said and I smiled weakly at him as I hugged mom back.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't mean to get kidnapped." I said, wincing as my wrist protested again in pain.

"We should get you to the paramedics, you might have hypothermia." Mom said and I nodded in agreement because I too was worrying about that. Dad wrapped his arms around my shoulder, holding me against his side as he walked me towards one of the ambulances.

That was until I saw one of the F.B.I agents talking to Cam. He was exactly the same height and build as the man that had attacked me and he wasn't using his left arm, which could possibly be because he had broken ribs. I had kneed the man who had kidnapped me in the left side with a lot of force, meaning that this man was probably the copycat Grave Digger. "Dad, that's the kidnapper." I said suddenly and dad froze, both him and mom looking at the man I was pointing at. Michael and his parents and Katherine were behind us and Michael froze at my words.

"Are you sure?" Dad asked me and I looked at him.

"Not entirely, but he's the same height and build and he's using his left arm, which would be congruent with what I did to the kidnapper, which was break some of his ribs. If it's him he'll have fingernail marks one his lower right arm." I said and dad pulled away from me, heading over to the agent I had pointed out as a paramedic came over to me and led me over to an ambulance.

I had to hope I was right because I wanted the man who had done this to Michael and I arrested and thrown in prison for what he had done. Also, I wanted justice for the people he had killed. I wanted the people who had lost even more now because of this man to know who took their loved ones. I wouldn't know if I was right though because I was taken to the hospital with my mother beside me as Michael was taken to the hospital in another ambulance.


Hey guys, so that's the end of the chapter. Still, I want to say thank you to everyone who has stuck with me. The main thing that keeps a writer going is knowing that people like what they write, that they enjoy the story. For me personally, seeing all of your reviews makes me happy and it gives me the best reason to keep writing. There's really no point in writing if no one is going to read it, but I know that there are people out there that like what I write and want me to watch more. I am the not the creator of Bones, but I am the writer of this story and seeing how much you guys like this story gives me the hope that maybe I can make it as an author and people will like my books. So, thank you all so much, this story has only gotten to this point because of you. If you didn't say you liked it or asked me to continue I probably would have discontinued it by now or removed it completely, but now I intend to finish it for all of you and hope you all tell me what you think, mainly because I enjoy hearing what you think and want your opinion.