Booth loosened his tie as he walked into the room. Anthony Taffet sat at the table looking at his hands. Booth gripped the back of the chair with white knuckles. His jaw was ground tight together. "So how's it going, Anthony?" he asked icily.

As usual the man made no comment.

Booth pulled the chair out and sat across from the man. "Do you like kidnapping men? Does it make you feel like a man?" he mocked. "I think it makes you look like a coward!" he slammed his hands hard against the table.

Anthony bit his lip.

"I also think it makes you look like a creep." Booth growled then he held up a hand and motioned Brennan in.

Brennan came in with what appeared to be fresh tears running down her cheeks. She handed Booth a file folder, but kept her eyes on Anthony.

Booth opened the folder and started throwing pictures down on the table. "You see these, Anthony?" He shoved them closer to the man. They were some of his surveillance pictures from the office they'd found him in. "It means we can peg you on something. Suspicious activity, at the least, which means we can hold you for as long as we want."

"Booth." Brennan said quietly.

"What?" Booth snapped back.

"Isn't it… harsh?"

"He kidnapped Sweets, Bones. What else am I supposed to do?" Booth turned his attention back to Anthony. "Now why don't we make this easy and you tell us where Sweets is."

Anthony stayed silent. He looked down at his cuffed hands and shuffled his feet slightly.

"Look, buddy, tell us where Sweets is and I won't have to tear up everything and everyone in your life!" Booth yelled right into Anthony's face.

"Booth!" Brennan yelled. She bit a quivering lip.

"I don't care, Bones! This guy took Sweets whether he'll admit it or not." Booth said back. "He hit me in the head with a baseball bat and drugged Sweets so he could make the hit easier."

Beads of sweat started dripping down the side of Anthony's face. The heat of the room was getting to him.

Brennan sat in the chair across from Anthony. "I'm sorry, Anthony. He's a little emotional right now."

"A little? Ha!" Booth got right in Anthony's face again. "But you know all about emotion, don't you? You get off on it! You love seeing people in pain!"

"Look, even if I was the person and I drugged this guy with rohypnol, it doesn't last that long!" Anthony realized he'd slipped up when he saw the smug grin spread across Brennan and Booth's face. "What? It was a 'what if' scenario."

"We never said anything about rohypnol." Brennan replied.

"Nice job, Bones." Booth said and gave her a high five.

"Thank you, Booth." They both leaned on the table and got in Anthony's face once more. "Will you tell us where Sweets is now?" Brennan asked.

Anthony scowled. "That doesn't prove anything!"

"Yes it does." Booth mocked.

"No it doesn't." Anthony replied.

"I'm quite sure it does." Brennan mocked this time.

Anthony stood up angrily and yelled. "He only has six hours left! And I'm not gonna tell you where he is!"

"Bones, get out of here right now." Booth muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

"Booth-"

"Brennan." He shot her a look. She quickly exited the interrogation room.

"Look, Anthony, we have your hideout. It's only a matter of time before we find him for ourselves. If you tell us where he is in advance it might cut you a little slack in court." Booth's voice was low and sounded dangerous.

"He'll die before I tell." Anthony spat venomously.

Booth clenched his jaw hard and gripped the table. The table flipped over to the side of the room in a tremendous clatter. Booth got about two inches in front of Anthony's face and started poking his chest. "If he dies, you die!"

A smile spread across Anthony's face as he sat back down in his chair. "So be it."

Booth's fist moved before he realized he was doing it. It connected with Anthony's cheek and his chair tipped over onto its side from the force of the blow.

Booth stormed out of the interrogation room. The door closed and he muttered, "That went well." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

"What was that, Booth?" Brennan asked.

"That was an interrogation, Bones." He replied.

"Hey." She caught his arm and spun him around.

"We're not gonna find him, Bones." Booth said.

"Yes we are."

Booth and Brennan looked up to see Agent Hanson. "We're trying to track some radio signals at Taffet's hideout. That's how he gave Sweets extra air. We also started comparing the maps he has marked up on his walls to the diagram Angela made."

A/N: I feel like Taffet cracked too easily, but other than that I liked this interrogation scene! :D