Searing pain shot through his left temple, leaving him grimacing in the dark. Michael's head lolled to the side as he tried to take in his surroundings. It only took him a moment to realize his glasses were missing, and something wet and sticky was dripping down his forehead. Most likely blood, which would explain why his head hurt so much. The last thing he remembered was being hit over the head with something. But he had a niggling feeling at the back of his mind, as if he could barely remember something after that. He had a fuzzy picture of him being dragged over rocks and branches before being shoved into a trunk with Christine...

He was with Christine.

"Chris?" He called out, listening to his voice ring around the room.

Nothing.

"Christine!" He yelled louder, wincing again as the sound bounced off the walls.

Michael sucked in a deep breath, breathing in the musty air, trying to get a feel of where he could be. The room itself seemed small with high walls, from what he could tell. Most likely a square shaped room, possibly 8x8 feet. How tall it was would be trickier to figure out. This was not good. Not good at all. He had been kidnapped with Christine, and he didn't even know where she could be. For all he knew, she could be dead.

No, he chastised himself, she couldn't be dead. But she could be hurt... or dying. He needed to get to her, help her, wherever she was. Michael yanked his wrists and ankles against the duct tape, hoping something would give, but other than the uncomfortable rub and pinch of tape, nothing happened. He gave a frustrated groan, wincing again at the pain in his temples. He needed pain killers, and his glasses... If he were to go on a rescue mission, he would need his glasses or else he was of no use.

A door creaked open, filling the room with bright light, blinding Michael in the process. A short figure stepped up with a bucket full of some sort of liquid. Michael saw his chance. His chance to find Christine.

"Chris!" He bellowed despite how much it hurt to hear his own voice, "Christine!"

And that's when he heard it.

"Michael?"

"Christine, where are you?" Michael called.

"A dark room, I-" He heard her scream bloody murder.

"Christine!"

A large figure shoved the smaller one to the side of the room, "There was a reason we separated you two."

Michael squinted at the figure, trying to make out the fuzzy looking blob. Before he could see any distinct colors, a firm hand struck him in the stomach, leaving dark spots in his vision as he retched. Another blow to the stomach knocked his chair over, and into a shallow puddle. Michael watched the colors around the edges fade until the bright lights and contrasting shadows disappeared completely.

Brennan paced the platform, stopping only when she saw Hodgins barreling towards her, out of breath and trembling. She watched him curiously, trying her best to keep calm, but in this situation, she was sure they would understand her unease. Everyone was on their toes.

"The traces of blood we found on the glass match Michael's-"

Brennan cut him off, "And?"

"And, I found some Cylindrospermopsis raciborskii on his glasses." He smiled at the group, watching as they raised their eyebrows, "Algae." Hodgins explained breezily.

"This should help because...?" Booth asked.

Hodgins sucked in a deep breath, "It's not just any algae, it's Blue Green algae. It grows in fresh water and leaves a distinct musty smell. It can also be found in gravel and-"

"Get to the point, Dr. Hodgins," Cam interrupted.

"Right," he nodded, "anyways, on the algae were traces of gravel and steel. If we use the Angelatron, I can figure out where there are trace amounts of gravel, Blue Green algae, and fresh water."

Angela headed to her office, "I'll help you with that."

Cam nodded, following the two as the disappeared into Angela's office, leaving Booth and Brennan to their thoughts. It took only a moment for that silence to be broken by a ring. Booth fumbled with his pockets to grab his phone.

"Let me talk to my daughter," he answered immediately.

"I'm sorry, but your daughter is a little busy at the moment," came the reply.

Booth snapped his fingers quietly to a nearby security guard, giving him the signal to trace the call, "I swear to God, if you touched her-"

"Agent Booth, calm-"

"Don't tell me to calm down," he barked into the receiver. "If you don't let me speak to her, I'm not giving you the money."

There was a long pause over the phone, leaving Booth breathless. He prayed that the man on the other side of the call wouldn't hang up. He let out a deep breath as he heard a shuffling, along with a loud creak.

Light burst through the room, causing Christine to squint at the figure. Something about her father wanting to talk to her. The phone was pressed against her ear, and she gave a groan. Her dad was speaking quickly, she couldn't understand him.

"Say hello, sweetheart," her captor hissed.

Christine sucked in a deep breath, this might work, "6'4'', osteoporosis, blonde, male, cau-"

A fist connected with her cheek, tipping the chair to the floor. Christine let out a cry of pain, barely hearing her dad screaming on the phone. Her arm hurt, she felt the crack, she didn't want to move it. Oh God, it hurt.

He wasn't expecting her to give him information, he was expecting a "dad!" or "help me" but instead, he got descriptions. And right as she was saying something, one of the men, no, one of the bastards that had her and Michael hit her, injured her. All he could do was yell into the phone, hope that she was alright, but from what he could hear, Christine wasn't alright. Something had happened, she had screamed from the pain, screamed for him. Christine was usually tolerant of pain, but this, this was something entirely different.

"Christine!" He yelled once again before letting a wave of curses wash through the receiver.

Nothing around Booth registered, not the touch of Brennan, only the whimper of his daughter. His child was in danger, and he could do nothing to save her. He felt powerless. Nothing was stopping the flow of foul language that was pouring out of his mouth, only the sound of the kidnapper's voice silenced him.

"That should keep you and Christine in line. Like I said before, if the money isn't at the train station in six hours, Christine and Michael will die. You should be receiving a package soon." There was a pause, as if waiting for any protest from Booth, "Six hours." The line went dead.

"Agent Booth," The security guard from before raced up the steps, "We were able to figure out the general area of the call but-"

"But what?" Booth snapped.

The security guard shook his head, "There was too much interference, wherever he was... it didn't give off a clear signal."

Booth ran a hand through his hair before resting them on his hips, "You record the call?"

"Of course."

He glanced at Brennan, "Take the recording to Angela. Maybe she can figure something out."

As the security guard jogged down from the platform, Brennan took hold of Booth's jacket and pulled him to the side.

"What did she say?" Her eyes searched his for some sort of unspoken answer.

"Christine told me what they looked like... She wasn't able to finish- But what she was able to tell me should help." Booth watched Brennan carefully, "Uh... 6'4'', she said osteoporosis and that he was blonde, that they were definitely male, and- and then she was cut off."

"There should only be a handful of men that are that tall and have osteoporosis. It should be easy to find who he is." Brennan looked at him hopefully.

Booth nodded his head slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, "I-I just feel so useless, Bones."

She nodded, "I know... I feel that way too..."

He dragged her into a hug, burying his head into her hair.

I thought tonight's episode was adorable :D I'm guessing that a bunch of fans were bothering the producers for more Brennan/Booth kissing time. lol, anyways I hope you were happy with Michael's face time. I miss him in the show. I want to see Michael and Christine on a play date as babies, have the two being watched by Max and Angela's dad at the same time XD That would be interesting.

Thanks for all the comments and reading! I have star testing tomorrow morning :o And it's math... which I suck at soooo... yeah ha ha ha, Thank you again!