Hodgins felt his eyes flit across the screen as his thoughts powered through his mind. An endless playlist of his favorite memories with Michael and Angela filled his vision, making it impossible to read his findings. Berating himself for not focusing, he shook his head, hoping to rattle some sort of sense into himself. Make him see what was actually in front of him so he could create more memories with Michael in the future.

A loud ding brought his attention to the present, his vision clearing. His eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. Hodgins darted out of the room, flying up the steps of the platform, almost missing the key card slot. Cam looked up at him, startled. He caught his breath, his whole frame shaking visibly.

"I know where they are!" He burst.

It felt like hours had gone by, cutting the stupid tape with the stupid screw was going by slowly. By the time he got himself free, it would most likely be too late. Christine and him would be killed. Michael bit his lip roughly, his cheek grinding into the floor. He really hoped their deaths would be quick and painless. Sure, Christine would most likely be more tolerant of the pain, but suffering... that was something he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.

He heard a slight rip. Tentatively, he felt the area with his fingertips, the tape had worn away enough to rip. Michael gave a pained smile and began sawing away even more frantically. Once his hands were free, he would be able to get his legs free. Michael's gaze strayed towards where the door would be. His only problem was getting past that. Then he would have to find Christine...

When they had been yelling to each other, it sounded as if she had been really close. The room next to him at least... maybe even down the hall. Sound didn't travel all that well in here so she had to be nearby. Unless... their drain's were connected. The sound could have traveled through the pipes. If that was the case, she could be anywhere.

They didn't need to ask him twice. Hodgins launched into detail about how he had found them in his excitement only to be cut off by Booth. Hodgins paused for only a few seconds before explaining, bringing up a map on one of the nearby screens.

"They can't be holding them far from the station," Hodgins zoomed in on a more concentrated area, "This is a man made lake only fifteen miles away from Capitol South Metro. If we send a team down-"

Booth cut him off, pulling out his phone, "I'm on it."

"Dr. Brennan?" A voice piped up, all eyes turned on the mail carrier, "A package for a Dr. Temperance Brennan?"

She walked towards him, signing for the package before taking it over to the examination table. Cam grabbed the nearest sharp object and cut away the tape, opening the sides to see the contents. Packing peanuts filled the box to the brim, causing the team to frown. Brennan shoved her hands inside, peanuts spilling out as she dug around. She felt her hands brush against something inside, another , she pulled it out of the box, opening it before anyone else could get a good look of what it could be. Inside, sat a perfect, silver key. Brennan held everyone back, all eyes glued to the only piece of the children.

"Pull for prints," Brennan breathed.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment before shooting forwards again at a million miles per second. Angela had whisked the box away along with the key towards her office. Booth dialed a number on his phone and began barking orders. Hodgins was glued to the screen, trying to find schematics of the area as Cam hunched over evidence. Brennan frowned, a thought occuring to her.

If they knew the locker and the place as to where they were to put the money, then they should be able to find out who ordered the locker. Brennan pulled out her phone and called the train station. After several accounts of being put on hold, verifying her information, and several other seemingly pointless steps, all the information she needed was being emailed to her computer. Booth was headed out the door when she called out to him.

"I may need you..."

Alfred Davis sat stoically as Sweets observed him from the other side of the table. Sweets had insisted that he conducted the questioning for fear Booth or Brennan would harm the man before they even got the information needed to make the arrest. Booth's eyes bored into the side of Alfred's head, if looks could kill... Brennan was in the same predicament as Booth, wishing she could be in there, wanting him to have a Cerebrovascular accident.

"I didn't take the brats," This statement evoked a low growl from Booth.

Sweets raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then why is that locker under your name?"

Alfred smirked, "I can't believe this..." He watched Sweets cock his head to the side, "Have you ever heard of identity theft?"

"He's lying," Booth grumbled.

Brennan glanced at him, "How do you know?"

"Gut feeling," he replied.

She didn't argue because... despite the lack of evidence and the logical answer he had given Sweets, she didn't believe Alfred either. Brennan figured that she felt this way because she needed someone to blame, a normal reaction during times with great amounts of stress.

"You never reported anything about identity theft..." Sweets said, flipping through Alfred's file.

"They just bought a locker at Capitol South-"

"I never told you where the locker was..." Sweets interrupted.

He sputtered, "I-I found out through my bank records! This is ridiculous."

Sweets pursed his lips, "Not necessarily, you see... Several people said they saw you at the train station, renting out locker 307. Now, the right thing to do would be to tell us why you bought the locker and who it's for."

Alfred stared disbelievingly at Sweets, "I-I didn't do anything! I swear! If I don't tell you anything, y-you can't arrest me!"

Apparently, Booth had seen enough. Only then did Brennan realize that he had left the room. He burst through the interrogation room's door, his eyes landing on Alfred. Sweets stood to keep him away from the suspect but was pushed to the side. She watched as Booth grabbed Alfred by the collar and pinned him to the wall, his feet almost an inch off the ground.

"Where. Is. My. Daughter?" He ground out, his voice deadly quiet.

"I-I don't know! I-I-I just bought the locker for some guy!"

Booth pressed him harder against the wall, "What was his name?"

"Rodney! Rodney! That's all I got! Just Rodney, I swear!" He choked out, "He-he said he'd pay me two grand for my troubles! I swear to God!"

"He's telling the truth, Booth," Sweets said from behind.

He dropped Alfred to the ground, "You're pathetic."

There was room for his wrists to move about freely. Michael sucked in a shaky breath, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He had been on edge for the past however long he had been cutting himself out. Every scrape or scratch that his ears picked up caused him to jump and drop the screw. He was secreting mass amounts of adrenaline, his muscles shaking from the tension and lack of movement.

He began wrestling with the tape, his wrists stretching and wearing down the sticky restraint. Michael felt his hands slipping through and began pulling harder despite the pain and discomfort. He would be free soon and couldn't stop now. He had come so far.

Sorry I haven't had Christine in the story for a while :p I mean unless you want to read about her being taped to a chair with a broken arm in a dark room then message me XD Oh gosh, I have this horrid cough, I had a fever on Sunday and I'm getting over it but I always get these awful coughs afterwards. :p

About Michael and Christine, I've read a few fics with him and Christine and either they're together (which I can't really see...) or they aren't really close at all. How I envision them is a brother sister relationship since they've been raised together. I could see them having some flirtatious moments but other than that, I don't see Michael being all shy and nervous around Christine. If you look at both of their parents, Hodgins and Angela and then Booth and Brennan, how can you expect either of them to be all bashful? I can imagine Michael being more like Hodgins, being sarcastic and into conspiracies and Christine being a huge mix between Booth and Brennan.

Thank you for all the comments and support! You guys rock!