Cam didn't warn the people around her as she used her loud voice to get the EMTs' attention.

Booth started pressing hard against Sweet's diaphragm as he crouched overtop of his duckling. "Breathe, Sweets!" he yelled. "Don't give up on me now!" He continued pumping his hands. "I didn't waste all of that time just for you to die on me now dammit! Come on, Sweets! I wanna see those pretty brown eyes of yours!" Tears sprang to Booth's eyes as Sweets still didn't make any movement. Booth's acts became desperate. His pumps became harder. "Come on, Sweets." He whimpered.

Booth pushed down again and suddenly Sweets took a deep gasp of breath and started coughing hard. "There ya go, Sweets! That's my boy!" Booth said encouragingly. "Stay with me, Sweets. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" Sweets tried to say something over his coughing. "That's right. Just stay with me. The EMTs are on their way over right now."He suddenly felt himself being moved out of the way by the paramedics. They were lowering a backboard down into the hole. Booth crawled up to get out of there way. He furiously wiped at his eyes as he gained his footing. Seeley Booth was not going to cry. Not in front of all these people.

Before he knew it he was in the ambulance with Sweets. He kept a hold of the twelve-year-old's hand the whole time.

Everything was passing in a blur for Sweets. He felt the connection between himself and Agent Booth and was grateful. He could hear voices, but couldn't exactly understand their meaning. All he knew was that it meant he was alive. He was alive and not in that hole. But being alive also meant that the pain was horrific. His teeth were ground together tight as the EMTs poked, prodded, and bandaged. He felt darkness on the edges of his vision and welcomed it. He needed it for the pain. He didn't think it would be his downfall.

"Sweets?" Booth yelled as the heart monitor started dropping. "Sweets, stay with me!"

"He's crashing!" An EMT yelled.

"The hospital's five minutes away!" The driver yelled back.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- "Quick, get the crash pads!" –eeeeeeeeeeeeee- "Charging!" –eeeeeeeeee- Booth's connection with Sweets' hand was severed. –eeeeeeeeee- "Clear!"

Booth would never forget the sound or the sight. It would haunt him for years to come. The constant beep was ringing in his ears. The sound of whining electricity. Even the smell. But the most unforgettable part was the sight of Sweets' body jerking as hundreds of volts of electricity surged through his body. The second time 'clear' was yelled the heart monitor returned to its normal beeping.

Booth released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He grabbed hold of Sweets' hand again. "Hey, you look at me, Sweets!" Booth yelled at him.

Sweets tried to move his head, but realized he had a restraint on him. He looked over to where he could see Booth. His eyelids dropped, but he kept them open as best he could.

"You are going to look at me the whole time. You understand, Sweets?" Booth demanded. "I did not get a baseball bat to the head just to watch you die, alright?"

Lance's eyebrows knitted together. He got a baseball bat to the head? The psychologist winced as pain burst behind his eyes. He tried to keep the cry of pain down. His memories were coming back and he was sure they were going to kill him on the way back in.

'Everything suddenly started spinning. I felt myself topple 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." I mumbled as I pitched forward again.

"BOOTH, LOOK OUT!"

"Huh?"

I felt myself fall forward and hit the sidewalk hard. "BOOTH!" Brennan yelled. I felt someone grab my leg and start dragging me across the rough surface. I felt drowsy all of a sudden and had to fight to keep it away. I looked back and saw Booth on the ground with Brennan crouching beside him. "Sweets!" She yelled desperately.

"D-doctor B!" I slurred. 'Don't let him take me! Don't let him take me, please! Doctor Brennan! … Booth!'

A car door slammed.'

"Can't you give him something for the pain?" Booth asked not too nicely.

"We have him on our most powerful pain medication, Agent. I suggest you back off and trust us." A paramedic snapped back.

"It was th' water." Sweets suddenly slurred out. He opened his eyes and looked desperately at Booth. "Th' wat'r." He repeated.

Booth squeezed Sweets' hand reassuringly. "I know, Sweets. We caught the guy. He's in custody right now and he's not getting away with this." Booth saw the relief wash over Sweets. Then his eyes squeezed shut again and he saw the pain come back.

'My apartment? Why am I here? Did Booth bring me here after the bar? I looked down and saw my hands were tied. Same with my feet and a gag was in my mouth. But for the life of me I couldn't remember what had happened.

Great! Someone broke into my apartment and tied me up. They probably hit me over the head too which is why I can't remember anything.

Pain suddenly blossomed across my ribs as I was kicked in the side. The force flipped me so my back was on the floor and I was staring at a man that was leaning over me. An evil smile was on his face. I was eerily reminded of a similar look my biological father had.

"Doctor Lance Sweets." The man taunted. "How nice of you to drop by."

His foot caught my chin as he kicked out and I felt my neck crack.

"Just remember this. All of this is happening because your so called friends don't care about you." '

The ambulance pulled into the hospital and Booth followed as far as he could. He met up with Brennan, Cam, Hodgins, and Angela.

"How is he?" Hodgins asked. His hand was wrapped tightly around Angela's.

"He's in a lot of pain." Booth answered. "He… um…" he trailed off and looked at his feet.

"Booth?" Brennan prodded.

Booth looked up and saw expectant and caring eyes looking at him. He wasn't sure how to word this part. "He crashed. His heart stopped. They had to use the… the shocky things twice."

"The defibrillator." Brennan corrected gently. Angela gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

"Ya, it uh… wasn't pretty." Booth said and then walked off.

Brennan turned and followed him. "Where are you going, Booth?"

"I'm nailing this bastard."

A/N: I had a hard time deciding which way I wanted to go with this part, but I'm happy with how it turned out! :D Thanks for all the reviews guys! I think I've got the most reviews yet last chapter. I also want to thank everyone who's added me to their story alerts. I keep getting more and more every day! Thanks! Favorite stories are also appreciated! :D

(And just to let you know, the gloves come off next chapter. ;D)