'Everyone knows who's the weakest link in the chain. You testify at my appeal and I'm gonna walk.'

The words echoed through Lance's mind as he shivered in the dark. Was she right? Was that why he was down here?

Dr. Lance Sweets had no idea where he was. The first thing he had registered when he came to was pain. Pain was exploding from his shoulder and radiating down his arm. When he had tried to reach back and tell what was wrong he had found his hands were zip tied together. All he knew for sure was that he was in a box or crate of some nature and that whoever had put him down here had indecently stripped him of all his clothes except for his boxers. On all the sides of the crate, except the side he was laying on, shards of glass were imbedded into it. So unless he wanted to bleed to death there was really no chance of escape.

Hot tears rushed to Lance's eyes and he furiously wiped them away as best he could. 'Heather Taffet was...is dead. This is just a bad dream. Soon enough you'll wake up and find you just had too much to drink and Booth will be standing there laughing at you and Doctor Brennan will be chiding you...' His racing thoughts weren't comforting him. He tried to remember how he had gotten here and reached for one of two items that had been left with him. A tape recorder.

He hit record. "Um… This is Doctor Lance Sweets." He gave a nervous laugh. "Well I'm… I'm underground… buried alive… or at least I think I am."

7 HOURS EARLIER

"You should have seen the look on his face!" Sweets gasped out in between fits of laughter. The other occupants at the table were also laughing quite hysterically. Booth wondered why they were all laughing so hard. It could have been the fact that they were all on their fourth round. Or it could be that Sweets had actually told a funny story. … He decided the first option was more likely.

Booth was seated comfortably beside Brennan (who was drinking water). Brennan was beside Angela who was beside Jack. (Obviously.) Then came Wendell, Sweets, and Cam.

Angela glanced down at her watch and gasped, "Jack! We told the babysitter we'd be back by now!"

"What?" Hodgins asked and then glanced at his watch. "Aw crap."

"Actually I think we should all probably head home." Brennan said as Angela and Jack stood. She looked over at Booth pointedly.

They had all just finished up on an extremely hard case and had been eager for a drink. But they were also all eager for a bed. They all gave each other a look and a silent agreement was shown. They each stood in turn, saying their goodbyes and leaving. Soon it was just Bones, Booth, and Sweets.

Booth slung an arm over Sweets's shoulders. "You gonna be okay to drive home?" he asked seriously.

"I'll be fine, Booth." Sweets said with a roll of his eyes. He was perfectly sober. Tugging out of Booth's grip he walked over to the counter and got a bottle of water. He turned his back on the counter and turned his attention to the couple in front of him. "Are you okay, Booth?"

"Look, I don't need a 12 year old looking after me." Booth retorted with a cocky grin. He pulled Bones over to his side.

The water was on the counter. But Sweets didn't notice that the seal was broken. Sweets turned and took the bottle and put a bill on the counter. He gratefully took a swig to try and clear his head more.

"We can take you to your car." Bones offered.

"Really, I'm fine." Sweets insisted.

"Naw, come on. You paid. It's the least we can do." Booth said.

Sweets took another big swig of his water and shrugged. "I guess so." He gave in.

" 'Atta, boy." Booth said and started walking Sweets out of the Founding Fathers. They started down the street to where Sweets's car was parked.

"Ah." He hissed and put a hand to his head.

"Sweets?" Brennan asked cautiously.

Everything suddenly started spinning for Sweets. He toppled to the side.

"Woah there, Sweets." Booth started. "I thought you said you were sober."

"No, Booth, I don't think this is the effects of alcohol." Brennan said with some panic.

"Didn't drink that much." Sweets mumbled as he pitched forward again.

"BOOTH, LOOK OUT!" Brennan yelled.

"Huh?" Booth didn't have time to react before he felt something hit the back of his head. He was out cold before he hit the ground. And without Booth's support Sweets soon followed.

"BOOTH!" Brennan yelled. She saw the attacker grab Sweets's leg and drag him away. All Brennan could do was shake Booth's shoulder. She turned. "Sweets!" She yelled desperately.

"D-doctor B!" Sweets slurred. He was fighting unconsciousness, but panic was still in his voice.

Brennan took out her phone and dialed the first person that came to her mind.

"Hello?" The voice asked.

"Cam! They're taking Sweets! They h-hit Booth on the head and now they're-they're taking Sweets!"

"Dr. Brennan, calm down. Tell me what happened." Cam's voice came back.

Brennan couldn't help a sob that escaped her lips as she saw the dark figure throw Sweets into the back of a black van with no license plate and then speed off. "He took Sweets." She gulped out.

"Look, I'm coming to you. Are you still at the Founding Fathers?"

Brennan nodded until she realized Cam couldn't hear a nod. "Yes."

A/N: So this is my first attempt at a Bones fanfic! I actually had this idea a long time ago when Heather Taffet threatened Brennan that it wasn't over yet. (Or whatever she said. It's been a while. ^^") I actually had a version written out for that too, but it was really crappy. So this is the rewrite of that old idea! This takes place about a month or so after season 6. Leave it up to your imagination! :D