Okay...waaay late on this. I am really sorry, buuuuuuut I have the next chapter already written so for anyone who is still reading it will be up sooner.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or Bones, but I do know where the owners live…on

Earth. 0.0

Arthur looked down from the edge of the stairs at the strangers who most likely were their captors, but he wasn't thinking about escaping at the moment. Sure it was in the corner of his mind, waiting for its time to be planned out, but at the moment the only thing that was top priority was what had happened to his men. With every passing second he began to realize that the chance of the missing group members surfacing alive and unharmed grew less and less. That is why the worry in his eyes slowly grew into a furious glare.

Unfortunately the people on the floor below did not take his anger kindly, as their eyebrows furrowed into expressions similar to his. All of them had now moved to stand at the bottom of the platform stairs to glare at the now living statues.

Well, everyone except the shorter man with brown, curly locks.

"You mean the freaky black haired guy?" Hodgins asked with a questionable look of calm concern.

Quickly every pair of eyes flickered to the scientist standing at the back of the Jeffersonian team, though not all of the anger in them had left which caused the entomologist to step back a little shocked by his friends' and the strangers' reactions.

"Woah," Hodgins said widening his mouth and putting his hands up in a defensive position in front of himself. Seeing his surprise the team relaxed their faces a bit, but the strangers kept their hard glares.

"What black haired man?" Arthur asked bluntly, without emotion, narrowing his eyes and gripping the handle of his sword with his right hand so the man could see it as an incentive to continue.

"Calm down, man," Hodgins said with a nervous smile, keeping his hands in front of him, sending the blonde man a look that showed he meant no harm.

Arthur's eyelids lowered into slits, not particularly caring about the feelings of someone who might be his captor. This man would be willing tell him where his people were or he would force him to.

The man just stood there with the same expression, hoping Arthur would release his grasp on the sword, but neither moved, looked away, or spoke.

That is until Gwen, in a state of shivering worry, decided to intervene.

"Please," she started stepping from behind her husband. He moved his free arm to stop her, but stopped with one look from his wife. Admitting defeat he lowered his one arm, keeping the other hand on the sword grip. Her mouth was edged into a worry frown but she kept her head held high, showing her inherited royal power. She looked directly into Hodgins' eyes with a pleading look as she spoke, "Please, they are our friends, and he might be my brother."

Hodgins sent his friends a questioning look. They're only response was to continually stare at him and give him a few short nods, silently urging him to proceed with his previous statement.

With a sigh he returned to looking at the people before him, and lowered his hands. Still keeping the nervous smile as he spoke, but slowly letting the dark skinned woman's encouraging and hopeful eyes turn the nervousness into compassion.

"I don't know if he is your brother, but he's a skinny pale fellow," Hodgin's told them, and as he said that all five of their eyes widened in recognition.

"Merlin," Gwen whispered to Arthur in a breath so softly that neither the strangers nor the knights could hear, though the knights were already thinking of the name and looking at their king for his reaction.

The group on the floor below looked up at the medieval party on the platform, searching for some answers as to who was the black haired man, the one who Brennan had watched wake up first, but they only received an even angrier look from the blonde haired man.

"What have you done with him?" Arthur growled out to the entire group, hand griping onto his sword so tight that his knuckles were turning white in his tight fighting gloves.

"Nothing," Brennan said a tad loudly, raising her eyebrows in annoyance from the accusation but keeping her straight face. "He's right behind you."

She motioned with her uninjured hand, palm facing up and throwing her hand out flat, motioning over their heads. As soon as she said this they simultaneously widened their eyes and whipped their heads around towards the direction she pointed in.

Their eyes searched wildly for their missing friend, over the stone slabs and strange tables until they caught the familiar red color of Merlin's neckerchief barely sticking out from the rim of stone surrounding him.

Gwen was the first to run over followed by Leon and Gwaine, though Arthur and Percival turned back around to stare at the scientists in case they decided to attack while their backs were turned.

"Is he okay?" Arthur asked while keeping his cold glare locked on the woman who had pointed to Merlin. Her eyes showed that she wasn't intimidated in the slightest; in fact she looked almost annoyed at the very presence of the young king.

"He's unconscious, but breathing," Leon reported back in his solider tone.

Arthur let out a small breath, almost of complete relief before he caught himself, remembering that he was still missing some others. This caused him to tighten his grip on the hilt.

"Where are the rest of my men?" He growled towards the woman. "There were two more of us."

At that her eyes, a flash of sympathy in those pupils, flickered behind him, and he almost followed but caught himself. Though he did spare a look around the others and found similar empathy on their faces as well. Her eyes locked back onto him the compassion in them replaced by incredulity.

"I will not tell you anything, not until you explain yourself. Who are you?" Brennan commanded.

Arthur's eyes widened, he hadn't expect that response. How long were these people planning on keeping up this ruse?

"You know who we are, now tell me why you have captured us or I will cut you down where you stand," Arthur barked with conviction, this time actually slipping his sword out with the sound of sliding metal and directing it towards the woman a few steps below him.

The woman's sorcerer guard didn't take too kindly to his mistress being threatened. The magical, metal weapon soon resurfaced.

"Woah put that away right now," Booth shouted, eyes widening at the flash of the sword. It wasn't being pressed against Brennan's neck like it had been with Cam, in fact it was a good two feet away, but the man who wielded it gave off a wave of danger. His body language and the look in his eyes were similar to the look enemy soldiers and criminals gave Booth, and he didn't like that look being directed to his partner.

And it seemed that the knights didn't like their king being threatened either, which is why three more swords appeared. Percival and Gwaine were both next to Arthur and Leon protectively standing in front of the Merlin's unconscious form and Gwen who looked at the scene before her with wide eyes, yet still glancing down at Merlin every now and then. Unknown to the knights, even Leon who wasn't even looking in the direction, she also kept looking over at the statue of the man next to Merlin, it looked just like…that could wait until after the standoff scene. The sorcerer was threatening her husband, would notify him in a moment.

"Aw, not this again," Angela said exasperatedly, though no one looked her way.

"Who are you?" Brennan said narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms, her injured hand laying flat and staining the blue sleeve of her lab coat with the last drops of blood as it finally clotted.

For a moment they all just stood there staring, at each other, a stalemate that no one was going to win, but then Arthur saw it. He saw that slight tilt of her head and that swift glance between his men, her brow ruffling slightly almost unnoticeable. She was genuinely looking for answers.

That doesn't mean anything. For all you know they are bandits, unassociated with Morgana. Maybe they are slave traders, who picked you off thinking you were just a group of knights they could sell. She could just be trying to find out who she exactly captured. If I tell them who I am, that could endanger us more and we will never get out of here, he thought to himself, his outer facial features unmoving and his sword still pointed at her.

He spared a moment's glance to his left and right, Percival and Gwaine readily awaiting orders to strike, and then looked down the length of his blade to the woman, eyebrows raising a minuscule amount. But I'll never find my men if I don't tell her.

Still keeping his sword pointed, his shoulders laxed and he let out a breath, giving the woman a look of defeat and distain. Through gritted teeth he took in a deep breath and spoke.

"I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot," he stated, his head held high as he spoke though his chin lowered in intimidation which sent a shiver down the forensics team members' spines as he asked, "Where are my men and what do you want from us?"

"Give me a break," Brennan said after a moment of being taken back, her mouth going from barely agape to a sarcastic grin. Arthur only narrowed his eyes at her. He glanced around and saw looks of disbelief edged on each of her companions' faces.

"I am being truthful," he stated looking her in the eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm the president," Booth said tilting his head to the side and rolling eyes, keeping his gun pointed at the men with swords. "Bones, I think this guy is the ruler of crazy town."

"What is a president?" Gwaine whispered to Arthur, but was ignored as the king only stared down at his captors.

"Why. Have. You. Taken. Us." Arthur raged, an angry fire burning behind his eyes. He was growing tired of this circle of questions and unbelieving.

"We didn't take you anywhere. You just came out of the stone," Brennan said throwing her arms up in the air and pointing behind Arthur with an outstretched hand once more.

"Who are you, and why were you in those rocks?" Booth added.

"Stone? Rocks?" Arthur's brow furrowed in confusion.

Brennan nodded and gave a pointed look to where her hand was pointing. Arthur slowly turned, making sure his men held their positions, and saw what she was speaking of.

Back where Gwen and Leon were around Merlin, the stone slabs he had seen earlier were on the strange tables, but what he hadn't noticed was the amount of rubble and dust that littered the ground and the surfaces of the stones. He also saw the dust on Gwen's dress, looking over he saw that Leon was also covered in the gray powder.

It was then that he turned forwards and looked down at his front, finding that he too was coated in dust.

"I don't understand. What has happened?" he asked Percival who only shrugged, staring down Booth in the process.

"You don't think," Gwaine started, glancing to his right for a second then back at the group below.

"But it doesn't make sense as to why she would," Percival added.

"What are you crackpots talking about?" Booth shouted, bring the three out of their musings.

"What is a crackpot?" Arthur asked confusedly, eyes glaring at the incredulous look on the agent's face. Booth opened his mouth, but no words passed his lips as he searched for either a smart retort or an actual explanation. Somehow the mid-twenty-year-old's look made conversation an acidic idea, so instead Booth continued to scowl in return at the blonde man.

Taking in a deep sigh Arthur turned his attention away from the man and towards the woman.

"Listen, I don't know what Morgana has promised you, or how I have wronged you in some way which would draw you to her, but listen to me when I say she is lying to you and you will not benefit from her ploys. But if you help us, if you let us go, I can ensure that you will not be prosecuted by Camelot. Just let us go, show us where you are hiding the rest of our party, and all will be forgotten. I can promise you that on my word as King," Arthur said slowly, Brennan staring into his wide blue eyes as he spoke.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding!" Booth shouted exasperated next to Brennan.