Michael stood unsteadily, light headedness settling in from the sudden movement. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in deeply through his nose, willing himself not to black out again. If his captors found him loose, they'd most likely kill him. The big guy certainly wouldn't mind beating him to death after all the taunting he had done earlier. If he wanted to save Christine and get them both out of their current situation, he'd need to stay conscious.

Once the dizziness subsided, Michael stumbled forwards, feeling for the wall. When he made contact, he let his fingers ghost over the cool surface, feeling for the indentations of the door and locking mechanisms. A smile lit up his face, what felt like a bolt greeted his hands. Michael unlatched the door, his heart racing in his chest, this was it. Once he made it out of his room, he would be free. All he would need to do is find Christine and they could get out of there together.

He gave it a tug. The door stood steadily. Another tug, only a dull thud was gained from the process. Michael felt for some sort of handle and tugged once again. His heart sank in his chest, he had forgotten about the lock he had heard from the outside earlier. Michael rose his hand, smacking the door with the side of his fist. He was still trapped. There was no way he was getting out of there with Christine. They would rot and die in there...

A sudden thought occurred to him. If he were to make enough noise, they would open the door, giving him a chance to run. Michael felt for the door again, and began screaming as loudly as he could, pounding against it with the palms of his hands. As he sucked in a deep breath, he could hear the grumbling of his captor. Michael took several steps back and readied himself for the blast of white. This was it. He was going to do it.

"Booth!" Hodgins yelled, causing the agent to jerk around.

"You find something?"

"Tire treads," Hodgins explained hastily, running towards the platform with his camera, "They're a match to the ones we found in front of your house. It means they're at the man made lake. We just need to look harder. We're so close!"

Booth pulled out his cellphone, "I want agents and medical personnel at 39.112547,-76.811063." Booth snapped his phone shut, "Tell Brennan where I'm headed."

"Hey," Hodgins called out, "Booth, I'm coming with you."

He paused for only a fraction of a second, "Then let's go."

"I have an ID on our kidnapper," Angela said suddenly, walking towards them, followed closely by Brennan and Cam.

Booth shook his head, "We've got a location, FBI units are on their way-"

Angela tossed her file to the side, "Then we're coming with you."

The door swung open, a shout. Michael didn't take the time to listen to what was said or who said it, he shut his eyes and lunged forwards with all his might, throwing his weight at whoever was blocking the door. It felt as if he had hit a solid object, and he bounced off as if he weighed nothing. Michael winced up at the shadow looming over him. A large hand gripped his collar pulling him into the air.

"I thought you knew not to mess with me," The figure spat.

Michael didn't make a sound. With his feet dangling from the ground, he wasn't in any place to be making sarcastic remarks to this guy. Anger and hatred bubbled up inside, he felt as if he were going to burst. From fear, from spite... Michael jammed his knee into his captor's crotch, instantly being freed from the vice like grip. Michael staggered to his feet before running out of the door, nearly tripping over his kidnapper.

"Christine!" He screamed, "Christine!"

Half blind, Michael used the wall as guidance, trying to keep his bearings. He was screwed if he was caught. But right now he needed to find Christine's door. He wasn't leaving without her.

Booth drove like a mad man, his heart pounded in his chest. Hodgins was certain that this was the place, and it had better be. But even with his doubts, Booth wasn't taking any chances. His siren blared loudly, scattering the cars on the road just in time before he barreled past. He glanced into the rear-view-mirror, watching everyone's tense stare's. He had felt so helpless the entire five past hours, and now he actually had something to go on.

Don't worry Christine. We'll find you.

A muffled voice shouted through the door. Then pounded. Christine looked up. Were her parents there? They were there! They would save her! Christine felt her heart leap into her throat. Did they have the keys? Why was it taking them so long to open the door? If they had her kidnappers in custody, wouldn't they be able to get her out? Then she listened to the voice... Michael.

"Christine!"

"Michael?" She shouted back.

"The doors locked! I can't open it, I don't have they key!" Despite his yelling, she could barely understand what he was saying.

"How'd you get out?" She asked.

"No time! I can't get the door op-"

Christine cut him off, "Then get out of here! Tell my parents where I am, They'll find me!"

He began to argue,"No, I'm not-"

"If you don't leave, then they'll never find us!" She shouted over him, "Now go!"

She listened in for his footsteps. No sound could be heard. And then... there was loud cussing. Were her captors going after Michael or were they coming after her? Was the cussing from Michael? Christine felt her chest tighten at the thought. But he was a few seconds ahead of them, they couldn't possibly catch up to him that quickly. The creak of the bolt made her feel sick, suddenly wishing that Michael had stayed... but that would most likely result in his death. At least from her death, Michael would be free.

Hallways of concrete and piping threw Micheal off, the only thing keeping him on a strait pathway was the faded green arrows on the walls, which, to him, looked like green blobs with a very sharp point at the end. He clutched his stomach as he breathlessly jogged through the underground maze. He stopped at a paved staircase that lead up into darkness. Michael turned back to where Christine was... She had told him to leave, and he was more than happy to run, but part of him wanted to stay with her. Find another way to open the door.

Sharp echos ran off the walls, someone was running towards him. Without a second thought, Michael darted up the stairs into the darkness. He slammed into a wooden panel or door, forcing him backwards. Regaining his balance, Michael felt for a door handle, pushed against the wood panels, tried sliding it to the side, pulling it outwards. Nothing worked. Michael felt tears slide down his face. It wasn't fair. He had come all this way, and abandoned his best friend only to be trapped in the end anyways.

Michael pounded against the door and managed to choke out, "Someone? Help! Someone, help me!"

Brennan looked over the landscape, now covered in FBI agents as they searched for their missing children. Several conversations could be overheard, but a small voice grabbed her attention. She walked towards the sound, wondering if she was hearing things. She traced the voice back to the abandoned building, straining to listen for the voice. The sound grew louder. Brennan pressed the door open cautiously, hearing a light pounding coming from the bookshelf. And suddenly-

"Please! M-My name i-is Michael H-Hodgins-"

"I need agents over here!" She yelled suddenly.

"Brennan? Dr. Brennan, is that you!" It sounded as if he were sobbing.

"Yes, it's me. I'm here, Michael... Where's Christine?" Brennan asked, stepping back to let agents into the room.

There was a pause.

"Michael?"

"She's still back there. I-I couldn't get her door open... and I couldn't see- It was so dark..."

Angela and Hodgins burst through the room, "Is that Michael?" Angela asked breathlessly.

"Mom!" He shouted through the barrier.

Several agents pushed the bookcase over, opening up a whole in the wall. Michael squinted in the light as he was pulled out into the room. Several agents rushed inside the opening, yelling warnings to whoever was down there. Booth followed them quickly, his gun drawn. Brennan watched him disappear, knowing he would bring their daughter to the surface. She turned back to face Angela, Hodgins, and Michael. They showered their child in kisses, squeezing him tightly in their arms. Michael glanced towards Brennan, his grubby face hitching up into a smile. His curly hair was matted against his forehead, sweat and tears pouring down his face.

Angela gave him a teary kiss on the cheek, ignoring the dirt and blood, "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Yeah," He glanced down, "I hope we can say the same for Christine..."

Thank you for reading! A few more chapters before this finishes up! :D