Anthony Taffet looked smug. And Booth wanted to slap the look off his face.

Booth hated that there was a clock in the room. He hated that he knew what time it was. But he had an advantage. Sweets was alive.

Booth was dirty and sweaty when he walked into the interrogation room.

"Well, Agent Booth, did you have fun playing in the dirt?" Taffet taunted.

Booth roughly pulled the chair opposite Anthony out and sat down heavily. "Loads." He answered.

"I assume you came up empty handed? Why else would you be here? I'll let you know in advance that I'm not making a-"

"We found him."

Anthony's smug expression disappeared. "What?"

"We found him. He's alive and well." Booth answered. "He's in the hospital right now."

"You're lying." Anthony accused.

"No, I'm not." Booth replied. He liked being the smug one. "You lose, Anthony. You're going to jail."

"You have no evidence!" Anthony yelled as he stood up.

"Actually, we do." Booth said. He grabbed hold of Anthony's shoulder and forced him back down into the chair. He got up and started walking slow circles around the table. "When you combine the maps we found in your hideout with the location that we found Sweets at, I'm pretty sure we can convict you. I know some pretty good people."

"He'll never be the same again. I hope you know that." Anthony replied. "It probably would have been better to let him die."

"I don't think so."

The door to the interrogation room opened and Booth looked over to see Brennan standing there. "Cam called." Was all she said.

But this was the only distraction Anthony needed.

In one swift movement he jumped up from his chair and tackled Booth to the ground. Booth had the wind knocked out of him and felt his back crack as he hit the ground. Brennan ran out of the room and yelled for help down the hall. When she saw agents coming she went running back in and found Anthony had Booth pinned to the ground. A look of pain was on Booth's face. "Bones, get out of here." Booth managed.

"I don't think so." Anthony said as he pulled Booth's gun out of its holster and pointed it at Brennan. "Now, Bones, you're going to come over here and unlock these handcuffs. If you don't I shoot Booth." He looked down at Booth. "If you try anything I shoot Doctor Brennan."

Brennan carefully started moving her way towards Anthony as the other FBI agents made their way in. "Cam said that Sweets is out of surgery." Brennan whispered to Booth as she crouched down and searched the man's belt for the cuff keys. "They're keeping him sedated while they treat his wounds."

Booth managed a nod in return.

Brennan carefully unlocked Anthony's handcuffs.

Anthony then quickly pulled Brennan into a choke hold. A wide grin came over his face as he brought the gun up to Brennan's head. Anthony started making his way toward the door. "I promise that I will leave Doctor Brennan with a cellphone somewhere you can reach her once I've safely made it away. If you try and track me I shoot her. If any of your agents try and stop me or shoot me on my way out…" he lowered the gun to Brennan's abdomen. "I shoot your baby."

Booth struggled for words. Adrenaline was pouring through him and it was making it hard for him to make an accurate decision. He looked up into Brennan's eyes and saw determination there. He knew she could handle herself, but still… The two things he cared about most were on the line here. Brennan and their unborn child. But more importantly how did he know Brennan was pregnant?

Anthony enjoyed the torturous look in Booth's eyes. He smiled even wider. "I've done my research, Agent Booth."

"It's okay, Booth." Brennan said. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she knew she couldn't let this be Booth's fault. She needed to make this her decision so if anything went wrong Booth could live with himself.

"I swear to god I will hunt you down." Booth growled. "You lay a hand on her and you're a dead man."

Anthony looked back at the three agents blocking the door. "You heard him. Back off."

Booth thought that he was literally going nuts. He also thought he was going to wear a hole into the hospital floor. His back ached with every step, but he couldn't stop. He didn't stay at the FBI for very long after the incident. He drove over to the hospital and informed the Jeffersonian crew about what was going on. Hodgins was currently comforting Angela who was worried sick about her best friend. Things just kept stacking up on top of each other and Booth wasn't sure how much more any of them could take. That included himself.

He finally dropped into a chair and put his face in his hands while resting his elbows on his knees. He couldn't take it anymore. "Brennan's pregnant." He blurted.

It took a moment for the others to process what he said. "She's what?" Cam spluttered.

"Oh my gosh, Booth…" Angela started.

"You're not the dad are you?" Hodgins finished.

Booth nodded as he kept his face in his hands.

"Oh, Booth." Angela moved over to the chair beside him and hugged him.

Booth dropped his hands from his face. He looked over at Angela. "He threatened to shoot the baby. He held the gun to her stomach."

"That's awful, Booth. I can't even imagine what you're feeling." Angela said as she continued to hug the big man.

Hodgins had his fists clenched tight together. He thought of Michael and rage filled him. How could a man threaten an unborn child that way? Did this man have no soul? Cam was having a similar reaction.

A doctor walked out of a set of double doors. "Family of Lance Sweets?" she asked.

They all stood up expectantly. Booth thought about how Brennan would point out the fact that they were not in fact Doctor Sweets' family, but quickly pushed it away.

"How is he?" Cam asked.

"He's doing very well." The doctor said. "We moved him out of recovery already. If you'd like I can take you to his room. But I suggest you let him rest. He's been through a lot and he's probably exhausted."

"Alright." Booth agreed hurriedly.

"Before we go back I need to ask some questions about Mr. Sweets' lack of oxygen."

"Like…?" Hodgins asked.

"How long was he out of air for?"

"We approximated three to five minutes." Cam said.

The doctor nodded. "I don't know if I need to warn you about the side effects of not having oxygen for that long."

"A possible personality change." Cam replied.

"Yes, it's common for people with major head injuries or instances where oxygen doesn't reach the brain to have a drastic personality change."

"He'll have loads of support. I'm not letting this kid out of my sight for a while." Angela said.

A/N: Wow! Thanks for all the reviews, guys/gals! :D It really means a lot! I'm sorry this chapter took as long to post as it did. I've actually had it finished for a while, but I've been having some family problems lately. Also school started today so updates may be a little slower. Stay tuned for more on Dr. B! ;)