The video didn't focus on Lance's face. It focused more on his nasty looking shoulder and the bruises and cuts that covered his body. It was only a minute long, but just a minute was enough.

Booth, Brennan, Angela, Hodgins, Cam, and Hanson were all standing in front of the screen in Angela's office. They'd all seen worse. But this was Sweets. Their Sweets.

Agent Hanson was the first to speak. "Okay, I know this is difficult, but we need to look at the video from a non-biased point of view."

"Like how?" Hodgins asked in a rather sarcastic tone.

"Like can we figure out how big the coffin is? How much air he has left?" Hanson suggested. She turned to Dr. Brennan. "What's wrong with his shoulder? How serious is it?"

A lightbulb burst over Booth's head and everyone saw it. "Angela, can you get a time stamp on that video?"

"Ya, but what good would that do?"

"We can compare the time on the video to the time you got to your house. Then we can overlay a map with that time range and find anything in that area where Sweets could be." Booth explained.

"Good thinking." Angela said and ran over to her computer.

Hodgins had a hand on his chin. He was gazing at the screen with confusion. "Something's not right…" he mused.

Brennan took another look at the video and then came to a decision. "Angela, can you play the video again?"

"The audio's off." Angela replied as she played it. She continued working.

"What is it, Bones?" Booth asked.

"Right there." Brennan pointed. "Did you see it?"

Hanson squinted at the screen as Angela paused it. "His collarbone."

"Exactly." Brennan said. "Angela, can you replay the last few seconds?" She walked over to the screen and pointed. "Look right here."

Booth's color drained as the video played. You could see the collarbone had snapped and was clicking back and forth.

"Yes, that's nasty, but there's still something wrong with this whole video." Hodgins said. He closed his eyes and put a palm on his forehead as he did some math in his head. "Sweets is like six foot, right?"

"Ya." Booth answered.

Hodgins moved his lips silently as the math rattled through his head. His eyes shot open as soon as he was done. "That coffin should only hold nine hours of air."

Booth snapped his gaze over to where a timer was running. "It's already been almost eight."

"Which means that Doctor Sweets should be unconscious from lack of oxygen." Brennan replied.

"The video was burned onto disk forty-five minutes ago!" Angela yelled out. She pulled up a map of D.C. on the screen and then overlaid a series of colors onto it. "This is a map with the possible distances he could have traveled in that time."

The center point on the map was Hodgins and Angela's house. The color started out green and slowly turned red.

"Can you input golf courses, construction sites, anything where someone could bury a coffin without anyone noticing?" Booth asked.

"I can try. It might take me a while." Angela replied. She was suddenly glad that Jack had taken Michael down to day care before she had gotten back with the video. She couldn't focus on two things at once right now. Her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard as her full concentration turned to the map.

Booth pulled out his phone and started talking to someone at the FBI. "Look, I've got an estimated area of where Sweets might be. I want you to get techs ready so if this guy calls again we'll be ready to track his call." He clicked the phone shut. "Anything else?"

There was silence.

The silence persisted for what felt like forever to Booth. He was sure he was going to dig a trench into the floor from all his pacing. Brennan had been trying to figure out what had caused the psychologist's shoulder to break how it did. Booth walked over to the exam room where she was.

"The nine hours is up." He said as he ran a hand through his hair.

"The copycat Gravedigger gave us twenty-four hours. We still have plenty of time." Brennan said calmly.

"But all we're-" he corrected himself. "all I'm doing is waiting around and hoping that a copycat of the Gravedigger is gonna call us."

"And that's a very important job." Brennan said. She put down the bone she was looking at and looked over at Booth.

"What if we don't find him, Bones?" Booth asked. He couldn't really explain how he'd been acting around Brennan lately. But ever since she had told him that she was pregnant he felt like he could tell her anything. He also had that little square box jingling around in his pocket for the past couple days that was weighing heavily on his mind.

Brennan walked over to the FBI Agent. "We are going to find him, Booth. Okay? We have had experience with this type of case before and we know what to expect."

"But this guy's different. He sent us a picture and a video."

"It doesn't matter." Brennan said. She grabbed hold of one of Booth's hands and pressed it to her abdomen. "I don't care if I have to keep working from a hospital bed. We will find Doctor Sweets and then we'll find out who did this to him."

Booth titled Brennan's head up with his free hand and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. "I love you." He whispered.

"And I love you as well." Brennan replied with a smile.

Booth smiled devilishly and Brennan knew something awful was about to happen. "You know we still haven't talked about names yet." He stated.

"We haven't even discovered if it's a boy or a girl yet." Brennan replied.

"So?" Booth protested.

"I would like to do some research before we begin our debate." Brennan replied as a smile grew across her face.

Booth smiled. "Get back to your bones then, Bones." He said teasingly and walked casually out of the room.

A/N: Here's a little B/B fluff for you all! :D Hope you enjoyed! And yet again, thanks for all the wonderful feedback. I keep getting story alerts and every time I do I get really happy! Hahaha. Thanks a ton, everyone!