ASC: There's a set up for another story (yet to be written) in the first paragraph, you know, JIC I write another one. Enjoy! I love to write so hope you enjoy reading.

4.

Sweets found his head bobbing from side to side as though he were shaking it in denial. He still felt wet from head to toe but he noticed he no longer felt like it was a cold wet. Instead he felt something heavy laying across him and once his eyes focused he could see what it was, a heavy heat warming blanket. He recognized it as one used in hypothermia, an unwelcome memory of another past case came to mind.

Sweets limbs were restrained so he was unable to push the intense heat blanket away. Instead he lay on the table, sweating and feeling like he was roasting from within.

He had no idea if it had been minutes of hours that had passed when Richards and his henchmen came back in.

"I'm just curious what this guy did is all?" Denny was asking.

"I told you, murder." Richards answered.

"You sure boss, he doesn't seem like the type he says he's a doctor."

"They all say anything they can think of. Look Denny if you don't need this job or think you know more than me then…"

"No, no, no, Sorry Mr. Richards, you're right, you know best."

"And how are you feeling?" Mr. Richards said looking down at Sweets who could hardly focus in the heat exhausting haze. "Looks like we're about done here for today don't you think?"

Sweets mouth was dry despite the breakfast hours ago of water and oatmeal. Still he tried to clear his throat and focus on the old miser.

"Go, to, hell." Sweets said and added a smile. Richards smile faded and he turned to Denny.

"Looks like we'll need one follow up and take him back to his room."

After a series of high voltage shocks Sweets was back in his room, his head swimming and arms striving to wipe the drool off his lip. Sweets knew he had multiple doctorates but right now he wouldn't have laid money on knowing what two and two put together added up to.

Sweets lay on the bed and Denny picked up the restraints but laid them back down.

"I doubt you're going anywhere." He said and left for a moment. Sweets looked at the open metal door but lacked any capacity to make a move towards it. Soon Denny reappeared with a cup of water with a straw and a bowl and sat them on the table next to Sweets. He left again.

Sweets looked around the room and wondered if he had gone deaf or if the room was that quiet. He knew it was a good technique to drive someone crazy. He let out a noise which turned out to be a low moan. It assured himself he was still able to hear and was glad the shock therapy hadn't done that.

The bed Sweets laid on was easily a century old, it was wrought iron and the table next to him was an old beat up wood table. It was the same way with everything else there, like a step back in time a century old. Sweets looked at the cup of water so near being less than a foot away but in terms of energy to pick it up it may as well have been a mile away.

Sweets wanted to pick it up and throw it across the room but he knew he had to eat or drink whatever he found if he were going to keep up the strength to get out of here.

It was maybe hours later, Sweets couldn't tell and there was no clock, but the numbing pain began to ease and Sweets made small adjustments towards the table. If he picked up the cup he wanted to be sure that he could hold on to it tightly and not drop it, who knew when the next serving might surface.

His own body felt electrified as though it continued to hum. His head especially continued to buzz like a light that goes out and just won't stop, a low and annoying hum. Sweets grabbed the cup though his hands wouldn't release from being balled up, a side effect of clenching his fists during the administering of the therapy. He held onto the cup with an intense connection and drained the cup.

The task was exhausting and he dropped it to the floor once he was finished. It made a loud clanging noise as it hit giving Sweets a headache. The noise summoned no one and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. His head was now putting thoughts together again. He was getting a clear idea of what the true mental effect that solitary confinement had on people.

Next he reached for the bowl on the table and though he almost dropped it, it was soon next to him as he propped himself on one elbow. The opposing shoulder was shouting out in pain and Sweets recalled the express trip down the steps.

He put the thought away and instead looking down into the bowl. He had heard of mush and now saw that the name accurately fit the entrée. He ate the bowl, even the bug he found in it knowing that his strength was dipleating faster than he was regaining it. He assumed this was part of their plan, a sort of imposed prisonment of its own, invisible chains as they were.

Sweets lay back on the old bed and thought of ways to keep his mind sane. His mind was at odds over the idea of how to keep the hope that he would be found, he wondered why it was taking so long, or did it just feel like so long based on what had happened so far?

"What do you mean I can't see the director?" Booth asked the guard at the gate.

"Sorry sir, you'll need to call ahead."

"Did I not mention F.B.I.?" He said again pointing to the badge.

"Sorry sir, I called the director and he said this is a private institution and you'll need a search warrant."

"No problem." Booth said backing out of the drive.

The guard picked up the phone. "Mr. Richards, he's gone."

"Good, good job Harold. These outsiders, they don't understand our work."

"Yes sir, Mr. Richards." The guard agreed and hung up.

Richards cleared his throat. He had a feeling if he let that agent in then he would cause a bigger problem. Now he had to make a call to figure out how to keep him out.

"Oh don't you worry chere, I'm on it." Caroline Julian promised Booth over the phone. "You think they've really got Sweets in there?"

"Call it a gut feeling." Booth said.

"Well I'll go with your gut feeling any day Booth but the judge tends to be a little more particular when it comes to warrants. You have your people get me something to tie Sweets to that place and I'll have them giving you a full tour."

"I don't know how much time we have Caroline." Booth stressed.

"I know chere and I'll be working on it as soon as I hang up with you but we do have to work within the confines of this thing called the judicial system. And from what I know about that place, they've got it IN with someone somewhere. You want in, you gotta get me something good."

"Okay, thanks." Booth said hanging up and calling the Jeffersonian and explaining they needed something to tie Sweets being at Danvers.

"Well, we did find one thing Booth." Brennan said along with the rest of the team going over every inch of Sweets effects. "There was a very minor amount of residue on the arms of Sweets suit. We've testing the fabric and it tested positive for Nembenal."

"What is that?" Booth asked over the line.

"It hasn't been used in decades but it's a knock out drug. While highly effective it's quite dangerous."

"That would certainly tie Sweets to this place right, it's full of, old and outdated stuff." Booth knew even as he said it that was not going to holdup in court.

"I'm afraid not Booth." Brennan said and was disappointed they weren't able to get what they needed.

"Wait a sec!" Hodgins shouted excitedly from the computer. All their spirits immediately lifted.

"I've got a print off Sweets wallet. It's a match to a Devlin Richards, he's the director at Danvers."

"I'm calling Caroline." Booth said hanging up.

"Let's go." Richards said waking Sweets quickly from his slumber as they walked thru the metal door with urgency. "Hey, why is he not wearing restraints?" Richards was upset with Denny & Steven, the two orderlies.

"He didn't look like he was going anywhere." Denny said sheepishly.

"You NEVER assume." Richards yelled. "Now come one, get him, let's go."

Stevens pulled Sweets up from the bed and placed him in the wheelchair as they wheeled him away. Sweets remained still, resisting the urge to rub his pounding head so he appeared to be unable to move. They headed to a new room and he was pushed up against a window. It took him a moment to focus but soon he saw that Caroline and Booth were at the gate. A smile crept across Sweets face.

"I want you to watch this." Richards said and Sweets was fearful of their safety. He was hoping that the guard wasn't going to shoot them. Instead Booth was waving his hands wildly while Caroline was stomping her foot. They were handing the guard papers while the handed them a set back. After a moment they reluctantly got in their car and reversed from the drive.

Richards leaned over to whisper in Sweets ear. "It's good to have friends in high places."

He turned Sweets around in the chair and away from the window.

"I hope you can see now that there's no way out of here." Richards said, gloating as he personally pushed Sweets in the wheelchair back towards the electro shock therapy room. Denny and Stevens continued to follow in the distance.

Sweets felt a pang of panic knowing where they were going combined with the fact that if Caroline & Booth couldn't get in, then he just might be stuck here forever. Richards continued to talk but Sweets was thinking about the doors they had passed from the days before. He thought of the large square doors he passed the day before. He was hoping he was right as he jumped up, bolting from the chair towards the nearest opening in the wall. Richards couldn't get around the wheel chair and Denny & Stevens rushed to catch up but Sweets had already opened the door and fell into it.

Sweets could feel himself drop several floors and wondered about this idea but figured anything was better than what they had in store for him. He was relieved as he landed in a large bin full of sheets. He sighed as it was a laundry chute after all.

The fluffy pile was comforting but Sweets knew he had to get out of it. He was still trying to feed off the rush of adrenaline he had in his escape. He rocked to the side and emptied the cart and rolled out. He was in the bottom floor and found a series of small windows that looked out to the grounds.

Mustering the last of his strength he pulled himself up on a shelf and pried open the window. He felt the rush of the cool and damp outside air and it gave him another dose of energy to get to his feet and begin to run.

In the distance he could see Booth's SUV pointed away. He and Caroline must have stopped to try and make another call while they were still there. He ran as fast as he could across the long grounds between him and the wrought iron fence to get their attention.

"Got him!" Stevens shouted and Sweets felt his body brought violently to the ground. He looked up to see Booths' SUV leaving in the distance.

A winded Richards now caught up to them. "You little shit, you're going to pay this time. I'll make sure you never try another stunt like this one."