Two hours passed before Booth came back to consciousness for good. "Mmm…" he groaned. He put a hand over his eyes.

"Booth!" Brennan called. "Booth, can you hear me?"

"Don't talk so loud." He mumbled. He put his hand down on his stomach and tried to pry his eyes open. "The lights are so bright." He complained.

"You're in the hospital, Booth. You have a very serious concussion." Brennan tried to explain.

"A concussion?" Booth was thoroughly confused. How did he get a- "Sweets!" He shot upright and a wave of nausea swept over him. He kept it down and swung his legs off the bed. The floor titled horribly. He kept a tight grip on the edge of the bed as he tried to gain balance.

"Booth! Lay back down!"

"What happened to Sweets?" Booth asked as he squinted in Brennan's direction.

"Someone took him." Cam said.

Booth started and turned to see Cam and Hodgins sitting on the other side of the room. "What? How?"

"I did a drug test on the water bottle Sweets was drinking. It was laced with rohypnol." Cam said solemnly.

Booth pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to clear his thoughts. "You mean the date rape drug?"

"Yep." Hodgins affirmed. "And you got cracked over the head with a baseball bat that the guy left on the scene."

Booth plopped back onto the bed. "What about Sweets?"

"We don't know." Brennan said.

"What do you mean, you don't know? Did the kidnapper make any demands? Did someone try and trace Sweets' phone? Did-"

"We've tried everything, Seeley." Cam assured.

Booth closed his eyes again. "Can I leave now?" he mumbled.

"The doctor has to release you." Brennan told him sadly. If Booth had been watching he would see the guilt that was written all over the anthropologist's face. She had been there and all she'd done was sit at Booth's side. A hand travelled to her stomach. This child was causing her to think irrationally.

A sudden ringing cut the silence. "Would someone get that?" Booth complained as the loud noise echoed in his head.

"It's yours, Booth." Brennan said gently.

Booth went to dig his hand into his pocket and found he only had his boxers on. He opened his eyes and saw Brennan handing him the cellular device.

He flipped it open. "Booth." He answered.

"Doctor Lance Sweets has been buried alive. If the attached money amount is not sent to the correct bank account in 24 hours, Lance Sweets will suffocate to death." Click.

The stunned look on Booth's face set everyone on guard. "Was that the kidnapper?" Brennan asked.

Booth pulled the phone away and squinted at the screen. A text message had just come through with the money amount and bank account number.

"Seeley." Cam pressed.

"I need out of here. Now." Booth said as he shot out of his bed. "Where are my clothes?" he asked. He picked up a bag on the side table. "You," he pointed at Hodgins. "You're driving." Hodgins stumbled to stand up. He was not going to get on Booth's bad side.

"Booth." Brennan said sternly and stood up to look him in the eyes. "What happened?"

"There's a copycat Gravedigger on the loose, that's what happened." Booth snapped as he struggled to find the opening to the bag his clothes were in.

"There's a what?" Hodgins exclaimed.

"Sweets is gonna die if we don't get in gear and find him!" Booth yelled. "Is that enough for all of you?" The small room fell silent as Booth tried to dress himself. He didn't bother to button his shirt the whole way. He didn't even put his socks on. He just slipped his feet into his shoes. "Let's go, Hodgins." Booth ordered.

Hodgins didn't hesitate.

Brennan and Cam were left alone in the room. "Um… I'm going to go help find Doctor Sweets." Brennan said. That left Cam to deal with the doctor.

It didn't take long for Brennan to catch up with the disoriented FBI agent. Hodgins had jogged ahead to bring his car around front. "Booth!" Brennan called and walked up.

"What is it?" He snapped. He really just wanted to get to the FBI building and try and track this guy down.

Brennan recoiled at his harsh tone. "I just wanted to apologize, but I can see you're in no state of mind to be accepting one." She replied.

Booth stopped as he heard the hurt tone in her voice. He turned and pulled her into a hug. "I'm the one that should be sorry." He whispered.

"I watched Sweets get taken, Booth. And I didn't do anything… I just watched." Silent tears spilled over onto her cheeks.

Booth rested his chin on top of Brennan's head and closed his eyes. "There was nothing you could have done."

"Why Sweets?" Brennan sobbed. "He's never been involved in any of the Gravedigger cases. We tried to keep him out because he was FBI!" She sniffled. "Why Sweets?" she repeated.

"He's our little duckling. That's why." Booth replied. "He's the youngest out of us. We all protected him in our own ways, trying to keep him an innocent kid."

Brennan nodded and swiped at her eyes. "Stupid hormones." She mumbled.

A corner of Booth's mouth turned up. "Now let's go find Sweets."

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far, guys. :) So I'm going to try something different with this story. If you've read my Numb3rs story, When Ends Meet, you'll know that I skip around from scene to scene quite a lot. With this one I'm going to try and give Booth and Sweets every other chapter. So we'll see how that works out. Let me know what you think!