The doctor smiled slightly at the group and then led them down the hall. She had felt bad for the young man the minute she saw him rolled into the OR. She was glad he had good supporting friends to get him through this.

The doctor stopped after a short while and quietly pushed open a door.

A light beeping reached the group's ears as the door swung open silently. Sweets had a heart monitor attached to his chest and an IV attached to his wrist. He had tubes in his nose that were supplying him with oxygen. His left arm was in a sling and peeking out from underneath the hospital gown you could see gauze from where they'd gone in and wired his collarbone back together.

But Booth was just glad that the psychologist was finally getting some rest without any pain.

"He's so young." Angela sighed.

"Poor kid." Cam agreed.

"I guess I'll stay here." Booth said softly. "You guys should go home and get some rest. I can update you on Brennan when I get word."

"I'm not leaving you here alone, Booth." Angela protested. "Besides, you'll go run off to save Brennan and you'll leave Sweets here alone. So I'm staying."

Hodgins glanced at his watch. "Michael needs picked up from day care."

"Okay then, Hodgins and I will go and Angela and Booth can stay." Cam said. "How 'bout that?"

"Sounds good." Booth agreed.

Brennan was sitting in the passenger seat of her car. Yes. Anthony had the audacity to hotwire her car. She found this rather idiotic. Booth would recognize her car from (using a vague colloquialism) a mile away. Then she remembered that Booth wasn't looking for her at all. Or at least she hoped he wasn't. She loved the child already. She'd even started thinking of names even without proper research.

Brennan's left hand had been tied tightly to the door so that her arm was crossed in front of her. She could feel her skin had rubbed raw and took a safe guess that it was bleeding, but she couldn't really tell. She assumed he had tied her this way so that she couldn't interfere with his driving. But so far Anthony had kept his promise. He hadn't laid a finger on her since he started driving.

"Why'd you do it?" Brennan asked breaking the silence.

"I've done lots of things. Please tell me which one you're talking about." Anthony said.

"Why Sweets?"

"He was the most vulnerable. Always alone, has a routine, and things like that. Not to mention that he's the most emotionally attached one to the rest of you." Anthony replied. "Besides," He sighed. "You, Booth, and Hodgins already had your turn. And Agent Booth is way too over protective of you. I couldn't get near you if I tried." A slight smile passed over his face. He then turned the blinker on and pulled off to the side of the abandoned road. He pulled the gun up to Brennan's head. "Open the glove box."

Brennan grimaced but did as she was told.

"Take out the cell phone." He instructed.

As Brennan's hand was in the glove box Anthony quickly reached over and cut the rope from her left hand. "Now get out of the car."

Brennan glanced down at the phone. "But there's no service here!" she protested.

"I never said there would be." Anthony replied. "Now get out."

Brennan opened the door and stepped out. She slammed the door shut. Anthony sped off with a squeal of the tires. Brennan was half tempted to kick the car as it sped off.

The anthropologist sighed and glanced down at the phone in her hand. 'I guess it's time to start walking.'

Booth sighed. He was exhausted. Angela had curled up on two of the chairs and was sleeping lightly. Booth desperately wanted some sleep, but knew he needed to be awake when Brennan's phone call came. He also needed to be awake if Sweets woke up. But he hoped that he wouldn't for a while.

He glanced at his watch. It'd been 29 hours since Sweets was abducted, 27 since Booth had woken up in the hospital, and only a little over three since Sweets had been admitted to the hospital and Brennan had been captured.

Booth started twiddling his thumbs. He needed something to keep his attention. He dug his phone out of his pocket and started to try and guess when it would ring. He started a countdown in his head. He gave up on that idea and went to get the TV remote. He started aimlessly flipping through the channels.

"A copycat Gravedigger… FBI psychologist Lance Sweets… found in a… Gravedigger…"

"Isn't there anything good on?" Booth complained quietly. He sighed and switched the TV off.

Booth literally jumped when his phone rang very loudly. He figured he must have accidently turned the volume up. He answered it quickly. "Brennan?"

"Booth!"

"He didn't hurt you did he? 'Cause if he did there-"

"I'm fine, Booth." Brennan insisted. "I don't know where I am though."

"Don't worry about that, Bones, I'll call someone from the FBI and get a track on your location. Just get in a safe place, alright?"

"I can take care of myself, Booth." Brennan said. "I am a safe distance away from the road and I'm going to stay put."

"Good." Booth answered. He took a shaky breath. "Bones…"

"We can discuss today's events later, Booth." Brennan said stoically. She changed topics. "How is Doctor Sweets?"

"He's fine, Bones. Just hold tight, I'll be out to get you shortly." Booth replied.

"Alright, Booth."

A/N: Sorry for the delay, guys! Life has been very busy lately. :P Hope you enjoy!