A/N: I can't give you secret family recipes. But I can update your story. :) Enjoy!

Sunday Afternoon

Booth was merely a flash of a suit as he ran through the lab and headed directly into Brennan's office.

"Thank God for crime scene tape." He muttered as he rifled through her still full trash can until he found what he was looking for.

"Booth, what is going on?" Cam asked as she came into the office. He held up his hand to hush her while he read the letter.

"The letter. It was a warning!" He said as he handed it to her. "Max knew that someone was going to try and kidnap her, it's why he made contact even though he's supposed to be in hiding."

"Dear Temperance," Cam read, "I'm sorry that I've had to put you through this again. Please know that I love you and, just like when you were younger, I will always be watching over you, even when you can't see me. Love always, Max." Cam looked up at Booth.

"The son of a bitch knows who is doing this and he's not coming forward to help her." He told Cam as he kicked the trash can into the desk.

"Booth, you don't know that."

"I do. I do know that. He's going to try and handle this on his own." He dialed his cell and started pacing. "Caroline? I need all of those case files you found brought to the lab. I think we've got something."

OOOOO

Late Sunday Evening

"Okay, listen up. This is a list of all of the locations where Max and Ruth Keenan robbed banks." Booth told the team as he handed out the list to each person. "This group made their living by kidnapping criminals and stealing their loot. We think Max may have been a target of this group before he and his family went into hiding. I need you to match one of these case files to one of these locations and times that Max and his gang were known to have been. And guys? We needed it yesterday." The team immediately went to work, reading as fast as they could.

They worked for over an hour before Angela stood up.

"Booth?" She said as she handed him the file with shaking hands. "I think I found it. Richmond, Ohio. It's on both lists in August of 1976."

"Okay, but how is that going to help us locate where Brennan is now?" Hodgins asked.

"It isn't." Booth said as he stood up. "Just keep looking." He ordered as he took the folder out of the room.

OOOOO

"Sir, I think we've got a lead." Booth said as he walked into Cullen's office.

"So do we. I just got off the phone with a buddy of mine. He's a Virginia State Trooper. He said that they've had a rash of criminals being kidnapped in West Virginia. It matches your theory."

"Do they have an idea of where these guys might be?" Booth said, trying not to get his hopes up.

"No, but they do have a fingerprint for a Peter Phillips, originally of Charleston, West Virginia. Never captured. We've got his picture out now. What do you have?"

"This group was in Richmond, Ohio in August of 1976, the same month that Max and Ruth Keenan were there robbing banks. I think they may have been eyeing in on kidnapping the competition." The two detectives stared at each other, knowing they were close and racking their brains for something that might lead them closer to what they needed.

"We're almost there, Booth. We're going to find her." Cullen promised.

"I appreciate the work you're doing on this case, Sir. I know that it's not your usual work."

"Hey, this woman solved my daughter's case when we didn't even know that there was one to solve." He reminded him. "She may not have been able to save Amy, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let this one slide." Booth nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude that someone outside the team seemed to care as much as he did in that moment. Cullen's phone rang and he picked it up.

"Cullen." He answered. "Where?" He nodded to Booth. "I need an HRT team there yesterday." Cullen demanded before hanging up the phone. "Neighbor saw the picture on TV, said that he saw Phillips at an abandoned farmhouse outside of Augusta, white van. A team is headed to the chopper now." Booth pulled out his phone and hit speed dial.

"What are you doing?" Cullen asked.

"Calling the squints." Booth answered before turning his attention back to the phone as Cam answered. "We got 'em." He told her. "We're on our way with HRT now. We're going to light up that house like the 4th of July."

OOOOO

Early Monday Morning

After a helicopter flight and a car ride out to the farm house, Booth was dying to get inside and find his partner. However, Cullen had told him that the house had to be cleared first and he couldn't have Booth be a part of that for obvious reasons. So here he stood, bullet proof vest on, pacing like a lion trapped in a cage, waiting.

"All clear." The radio crackled. Booth and the agent next to him exchanged confused looks.

"Come again?" The agent requested on their behalf.

"All clear. No one is here, sir." Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire as the agents in the house came under attack. Booth grabbed his gun and headed towards the house. Screw protocol, his agents were under attack and all bets were off.

By the time he made it up the driveway, it was quiet again. Agents were beginning to trickle out the front door.

"Booth!" He heard his name and spun around to see who had called out to him. "We need to talk."

OOOOO

Early Monday Morning

It was the sound of gunshots overhead that woke her in the middle of the night. She could hear loud footsteps on the floor as someone fought their way into the house. A sickening mix of terror and hope filled her and that, combined with the hunger pangs, made her glad that she currently had an empty stomach.

This was it.

Either way, this was finally going to end.

OOOOO

"What do you mean, she's not here?" Booth yelled. "Did you check the property? What about any out buildings?"

"Yes sir, all cleared." The young agent said.

"Then she's in that house!" He said, refusing to listen to anyone. "There is no reason for that much ammo if you aren't guarding someone. Bones!" He started yelling as he entered the house. He was desperate and he didn't care what anyone else thought. He knew she was here. She had to be. "Bones! Can you hear me?" He started pounding on the walls, looking for some sort of sign that there was a room behind one of them. When that failed, he spotted the back door and ran out into the backyard. He looked back at the house, trying to see if any windows were blocked out. It was then that he saw the door near the foundation.

A cellar.

Booth ran to the trap door and shot the lock off in one clean shot. He pulled the heavy metal door open and shined his flashlight down into the hole.

"Bones!" He saw her huddled in a corner, hand protecting her eyes from the bright light. He dropped down into the hole as fast as he could. "Bones! It's okay, I'm here. You're safe." He had never been more happy to see her and his legs nearly gave out with the relief that she was still alive.

"Booth?" Her voice was weak and cracked when she tried to speak. Oh God, she looked like hell. She was covered in dried blood, filthy, and so very pale.

"Are you hurt?" He asked as he ran his hand over her cheek. She didn't answer, just threw her arms around him.

"I knew you would come. I knew it." He hugged her as tightly as he dared without knowing the state of her injuries.

"Come on, let's get you home." He said as he called for help on the radio. She kept her face buried in his neck, not wanting to let him go and that was fine by him.

"Booth?" She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I'm, I'm gonna pass out now..." She informed him before slumping in his arms.