A/N: I apologize in advance for the cliffhanger. ;)

Booth and Hodgins were sweating buckets by the time the rest of the FBI agents got there with more shovels. The duo had made a pretty large dent in the ground, but they were getting nowhere fast. There were only two hours left. That meant that when they got to the coffin Sweets would be unconscious from lack of oxygen.

Five shovels made the process go faster, but not as fast as Booth would have liked. The ground was hard from the recent cold front that had come through. It was fall. What else was expected? Somewhere in the next ten minutes Booth heard a siren and saw the ambulance pull up near to where they were.

Angela was meandering around the area when the name on a tombstone caught her eye. She crouched down beside it and brushed some fresh dirt off to read it clearly. "Oh no." she breathed. She turned toward the mass of people not to far away. "Bren, Cam!"

The two women heard their names being called and jogged over.

"Is something wrong, Angela?" Brennan asked.

"Look at this headstone." Angela said sadly.

Brennan bent over to look at it more clearly. It was one of the kind that was made for two people, usually a husband and a wife. There was even a heart on this one which proved Brennan's theory. Then she took in the names. David and Meredith Sweets. No, the new Gravedigger couldn't be that deviant, could he? She looked at the dates of death. She grimaced.

"These are Doctor Sweets' adoptive parents." Brennan confirmed.

"Adoptive?" Cam questioned.

"Yes." Brennan stood up. "Much like myself, Sweets was juggled between foster homes."

Angela stood. "Poor Sweets." She sighed.

There was a clang and the three women turned their heads. "I hit something!" Someone announced.

Booth's digging speed picked up and soon he hit something too. But it wasn't wood. Booth cursed rather loudly. "What is it?" Hodgins asked.

"It's cement." Booth said. He threw his shovel up on ground level and then clambered up.

"What is it, Booth?" Brennan asked as she saw him. She held out her hand and helped pull him up.

"There's a layer of cement." He said.

Hodgins climbed up next. "We're not gonna get through that with shovels."

"Uh…" Cam put a hand on her head as she tried to think of a solution. "Construction companies?"

"Just get us some big hammers." Hodgins said and rolled his sleeves up for the fifteenth time.

"Jack." Angela gave her husband a pointed look.

"What? We don't have much of a choice." Hodgins replied. "If we wait for something more heavy duty from a construction company Sweets will be out of air by then."

"He's right." Booth agreed.

Hanson pulled her phone out of her pocket. "I'll call some people and see what I can do."

Booth sighed. "You don't think Sweets can hear us, can he?"

Brennan glanced at her watch. "He's most likely unconscious at this time, but there is a slight chance that he could still hear you."

Booth dropped carefully back down onto the cement. He could tell it had just been poured recently. It was hard but had a sheen across the top. He got down on his hands and knees. "Sweets! Sweets, can you hear me?" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

Sweets, only a foot below, could hear Booth. His lungs were burning and he could feel the familiar cold washing over him. He was running out of air again. At first Sweets thought he was imagining the voice. Then he realized that it was muffled. Why would the voice be muffled if it were in his head? He pulled as much air as he could into his lungs. "Booth!"

Booth was surprised at first. Then a stupid grin came over his face. "We're gonna get you out of there. Okay, Sweets?"

Everyone standing up above heard the raspy and muffled, "Okay!" that came from beneath the cement.

"Oh my gosh, was that Sweets?" Angela asked.

"No, I'm a ventriloquist." Booth snapped as popped back up.

"I believe that was a sarcastic comment." Brennan stated to her best friend.

"I know, sweetie." Angela said.

"How much time is left?" Hodgins asked with concern.

"An hour and a half." Cam said as she glanced at her watch.

"It's a … miracle that Doctor Sweets is still conscious." Brennan said. She chose her words carefully.

Sweets wasn't conscious for very much longer. "Hurry…" he whispered before his eyes drifted shut.

"Too long, too long." Booth mumbled under his breath. It had only taken five minutes for the heavy duty sledgehammers to get there, but the bureau wanted to make sure Sweets was under there before they went busting up somebody's grave. Booth had tried to convince them that he'd had contact with the psychologist, but as usual they had "protocol" to follow. Even though Booth was pretty sure nothing like this had ever happened before.

The forensics men had been down in that hole for half an hour now. That meant forty-five minutes before Sweets ran out of air. Fort-five minutes to bust through however much concrete there was and to get Sweets out safely.

"There's definitely someone down here." The lead forensic man said.

"Thank you, Captain State-the-Obvious. Can we break the cement now?" Booth asked impatiently. The forensics man nodded.

Now came more waiting.

Brennan touched Booth's arm slightly to try and get him to calm down. Yes, they were all agitated and nervous, but she had learned it was best to stay calm in these situations. Booth just kept pacing and ignored Brennan's touch. His head was in a different place. A much darker and more disturbing place. He glanced at his watch. It was five minutes past the deadline.

"What is taking so long?" He burst out.

"Agent Booth!" Someone yelled from inside the hole. The whole crew ran up to the edge. The cement was gone and a scuffed up coffin lay beneath covered in dust. Booth didn't hesitate to jump down.

It seemed like a dream. A really bad one. He pulled back the coffin lid. Sweets was very still and very pale. The area around his lips was blue. "Sweets!" he yelled and jumped down into the coffin. He didn't feel the pain as some of the glass cut his leg. He put two fingers to the psychologist's neck. Booth swore is own heart stopped as he waited. He pressed his fingers harder against the kid's neck.

"He's got a pulse, but he's not breathing!" Booth announced. "Get the paramedics over here NOW!"