5.

"Well what the hell happened there Caroline?" Booth wasn't intentionally so upset with Caroline as he was at what had happened.

"I'm trying to find out Booth, I haven't had a lot of times where a search warrant was interrupted by an injunction. Whoever this guy knows he's up the food chain that's for sure."

"Well if they want to keep us out I'm sure that Sweets is in there, we need to get in there."

Sweets was more than winded from his afternoon excursion to the point he hardly noticed the needle prick in his arm. It was soon after he found himself on the cold and damp floor of a small dark room. He could see nothing, momentarily touching his face to make sure he still existed because he was starting to feel strange, very strange.

"What are you doing there boy?" Sweets heard a deep voice say. He thought he must not be in the room alone. He was sure the room was dark but he could see a face, a familiar face, but a face he didn't like.

"You miss me boy? I missed you, I missed my old sport."

Sweets felt like he was in a panic, he hadn't seen his foster father in twenty some years.

"No, it can't be you." Sweets said. It can't be, can it? Why does he look the same as he did twenty years ago?

"You're not real." Sweets said out loud and touched his own arm. They must have given him something. As vivid as everything was he knew it must be strong. He just had to overcome his own fears. "You're not real." He said to himself again.

"But I am aren't I?" The man said again. "I'm always with you, I'm who you are, because of me, I'll always be there."

Sweets began to repeat to himself that this was all just a hallucination, he couldn't hurt him anymore.

"I know what you're thinking, I can't hurt you anymore." The man said and Sweets realized his mind was pitting it against itself, he couldn't hide from his own brilliant mind.

"But I can hurt you, you know that and so do I. You can think about all the things that I did to you. They hurt didn't they, and you remember each day so vividly even though it was two decades ago."

Sweets tried to put those memories out of his mind but he was right, they were there, always there. He may have never become a psychologist had he not lived thru those early days.

Sweets started to feel sick to his stomach as a metallic taste filled his mouth indicating the medication he had been given began to enter his blood stream, the feelings associated with the memories were becoming stronger as was common with hallucinogens. Sweets found himself slipping down a darker hole with only the thoughts of his foster father there with him.

"Sweets?" Booth's soft voice came in. Sweets would have sworn he saw Booth next to him. "You okay buddy?"

"No, I don't think so, this is hard to…"

"You need to give up Sweets, you can't fight this, you're not very strong." Booth's voice told him.

"No, I can, I just need to concentrate." Sweets pleaded and was soon forgetting that image wasn't real, the drug induced trip was taking a deeper hold and the lines between real and drug induced were heavily blurred.

"Sweets, don't you know by now that we have no faith in you? Hell, you knew I was here, if I really cared I would have busted down the door, but I left. That proves I don't care right?"

Sweets started to consider the idea. "Maybe." Sweets said aloud.

"Right, I don't listen to your leads, even when they prove to be right over and over. I don't really like you Sweets, I never have. But don't worry, I'm not going to leave you alone, your foster dad is still here, he's going to take over. Bones and I are going to have a good laugh about how much good your soft science did you." He laughed as the image disappeared.

"Now, let's revisit what happened all those years ago, can you still feel the sting Lance?" The not so fatherly figure asked. Sweets nodded, he did remember, vividly where the marks on his back came from. And in that moment, he was sure it was happening all over again, it felt real.

"Is the stuff working?" Stevens asked Richards on the other side of the door. The question was followed with the sound of Sweets shouting out as though he had been hit and was followed by a soft sob.

"Yeah, I would say so." Richards said smiling.

"Come on people think!" Booth shouted to the Jeffersonian team.

"Well what did Caroline say again?" Cam asked having just joined the team on the platform.

"She's trying to find out who this Richards guy has paid off, something is going on with someone that they are keeping us out." Booth explained. "It's late but she' calling everyone she can find."

"Well, do we wait until we hear from her?" Wendell asked.

Brennan interjected as she could tell Booth was on edge with concern and worry. "I think that time is of the utmost importance and Caroline could be battling this issue for a long time, weeks even."

"And Sweets doesn't have that kind of time." Angela half asked and half assumed.

"With the history and allegations made against this place, it just can't be good." Hodgins explained.

"But Dr. Sweets is a psychologist. He would be okay, he's sort of made for places like this right?" Wendell asked.

"Every man has his breaking point." Booth said under his breath.

"So what do we know about this place?" Cam asked examining the evidence like they would with any case.

"They have a number of patients enrolled at the facility. I've done some research at some of the allegations against this place and they are bad. But the thing is when I looked for family members there are none. I don't even know where these patients came from." Hodgins explained.

"A lot of patients in the old days were a mixture of mentally ill patients that people could no longer care for, others were criminals that were being treated to correct that behavior." Cam explained.

"So social misfits and criminals. Great." Angela said.

"What if this place was taking people, without families, like Kyle Cooper to do experiments on. They wouldn't be missing, and honestly still wouldn't had we not going to look for Dr. Sweets." Wendell suggested.

"Sure but where is the research coming from it?" Hodgins asked.

"Wait," Angela began. "If this place isn't receiving any kind of federal or state funding and if they don't have family members paying for them, then how are they staying afloat?"

"Good question Ange." Hodgins said going to the computer.

"You know a common practice among nursing homes is to take the elderly patient's social security checks in exchange for care." Cam suggested.

"And from what I know, this place has lots of elderly patients." Hodgins said.

"That might give Caroline something to go on." Brennan said to Booth with hope.

Booth smiled in appreciation, "I'll tell her, but it's still going to take weeks. We need to help Sweets, like today, like now." Booth stressed.

"What if I go in?" Hodgins asked. "Admit me. Tell them I'm a conspiracy nut."

They turned to look at him like he really was starting to go crazy. Booth though might have thought he already was.

"It's too risky Hodgins." Booth said. "They know we're snooping around, it wouldn't take long for them to figure out you were connected to the rest of us. But I appreciate the thought."

Truth was while Booth wanted Sweets back he wasn't willing to put a second member of his team in that place.

"I'll go in." He said. "Hodgins can you get maps of that place?"

"Seeley!" Cam said surprised. "You're wanting to break in?!"

"Booth, I don't know if that is a good…" Brennan began but Booth cut her off.

"We need to get Sweets, now."

"Had enough son?" The foster father asked again.

"Yes." Sweets said as though he were out of breath.

"Oh I don't know, we've only reviewed what happened the first two weeks you were with me, we still have a few more to go." The voice repeated.

Sweets shook his head as he had just vividly recalled two weeks of pain and torture from his childhood. Pain so real it felt like it had all just happened.

"Ha, ha." A familiar voice laughed.

"Angela?" Sweets asked.

"Sweetie, you look terrible." She cooed in his hear. "I mean, you never look good, it's really no wonder you are single."

"Angela, that's a bit harsh don't you think?" Cam said joining her at Angela's side. "Dr. Sweets inability to have a stable relationship isn't a sign of his looks but the fact that he is an undesireable mate. I mean, look at the emotional baggage he carries with him."

"You said I was a nice guy." Sweets squeaked out to laughter by the two women.

"That's just what people say to be nice Sweets, we were just being nice." Cam said.

"And why?" Angela asked laughing. "Sweets is just so annoying."

"Ladies, stop being so harsh." Hodgins said as they disappeared. Sweets wondered where they went, forgetting they were hallucinations.

"Don't listen to them Sweets, even though, they may have a point you know." Hodgins mused. "I mean, I'm into bugs and I still got a hottie like Angela. Look, why don't you just get comfy. This is sort of like that time we thought you were goromon and put you in jail. It's where we like you best, far away from us."

"Your friends have a point son." The foster father said upon his return. "Let's show them what a lightweight you are. They can watch you suffer. Remember the time I locked you in a closet? It's just like that now. Being so alone in the dark. That was after I broke your fingers? Let's think about that. Which one did we start with, the pinky?"

Sweets could hear laughter from Booth and the Jeffersonian team as he was sure his foster father was breaking his fingers, one at a time.

"Okay these maps are really old but from the looks of the place I don't think it's ever been changed much over the years." Hodgins said placing the large maps on the exam table.

Angela brought up some photos on the screen.

"It looks like this wing of the hospital hasn't been used in years. It's most likely been abandoned to save on heating and cooling, general maintenance costs. You could enter this side undetected." Angela suggested.

"The back section here also shows heavy growth around the fence." Wendell suggested pointing. "I would get in from there."

"Booth, maybe we should go with you." Brennan suggested.

"No, I grab Sweets and we run out of there. If anything happens I don't want anyone else in trouble." Booth said.

"Well you're taking this." Angela said holding up a small device. "I can see where you are and tell you where to go. It will be like we are all going with you."

"Okay." Booth said donning the item. He was dressed and ready to go.

"Booth," Brennan said "good luck." And with a kiss he was gone.