Booth hung up with Brennan and then dialed a different number.

"Was that Brennan?" Angela asked.

"Ya," Booth answered. He took the phone away from his ear and squinted at the number again. "Sorry I woke you up."

"No problem." Angela answered. "Is she okay?"

"She says she is." Booth replied. "Why don't you call Hodgins and Cam and let them know she's alright. I gotta go track this phone down."

"I will." Angela said.

"Oh and call me if anything changes with Sweets." He said on his way out the door.

"Alright." Angela said quietly. She glanced over the sleeping psychologist in the bed. He hadn't even moved at the commotion. She picked up her phone and called Hodgins first. She waited and eventually got his voice mail. She guessed he was busy with Michael at the moment so she let it slide. She called Cam next. After telling Cam what she knew she hung up and sighed. She looked Sweets over and decided to go get a cup of coffee. Regular coffee.

Seeley Booth knew he was driving ridiculously fast, but he didn't care. He just wanted to find Brennan and find her fast. His GPS was sitting on the dash and was barking at him that he was going the wrong way. But he knew he was going the right way. Or at least he hoped he did.

Taffet wouldn't make it that easy. Oh ya! I'm gonna drop her off in the middle of nowhere with a cellphone so you can track her location and find her! Mmhmm. Of course he would. So that's why when the number came back and it was north of D.C. he headed south. But just in case he had sent agents to the GPS coordinates.

He'd done the math in his head and figured that given the speed he was going he should be at the three hour mark shortly. Taffet would have had to obey the speed limit to make sure he wasn't caught. His picture was everywhere. Every cop in a 200 mile radius had been alerted of the situation and pictures had been plastered on TV, the internet, and milk cartons everywhere.

Booth's grip on the steering wheel tightened. He swore if anything happened to Brennan he would wring Taffet's neck. He didn't care how long it took to find him. He was dead meat. The bastard had buried Sweets alive and then threatened Brennan and their baby. He swore the man, if he could be called that, had no soul.

He glanced back at the GPS to check his location. He slowed from his ninety-seven miles an hour to a much safer seventy-two. He glanced along the sides of the road looking for anywhere Brennan might take shelter. He picked up his phone and tried hitting the redial button. He pressed the phone to his ear.

"Booth?" Brennan asked.

Booth sighed with relief inwardly. "Brennan, I need you to describe where you are." He said immediately.

Brennan glanced around from the tree stump she was sitting on. "It's dark, Booth, I can't really see anything."

"No road signs or anything?" Booth asked.

Brennan heard the slight distress in Booth's voice. "It's a heavily wooded area, Booth, on the side of an abandoned dirt road." She got up and started walking down the road again. She looked off to her left. "There's a lake."

"Is there a sign for the lake anywhere?" Booth asked.

"I don't believe so." Brennan stated as she kept walking. "Wait…" she spotted a pole up ahead. She used the light of the phone to read some of the paper flyers that were attached to the telephone pole. "There are some flyers here that have the name Frostburg on them."

Booth kept his phone between his head and his shoulder while he steered the SUV with one hand and messed with the GPS in another. A smile spread across his face. "I'm only about 10 miles away from Frostburg Lake. I'll be there as fast as I can."

The miles quickly flew by and Booth slowed as he saw the lake on his right. He pulled off to the side of the road and got out of his car. "Bones!" he yelled.

"Booth!" Brennan yelled back and ran toward the headlights. She soon found herself in Booth's warm embrace.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Booth asked as he held Brennan close to him.

"I'm fine, Booth." Brennan insisted.

The two stood there in silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Bones." Booth started. "I shouldn't have put you through this. It's my fault he got out."

"He took you by surprise. There was nothing you could have done."

Booth released Brennan and put a hand on her abdomen. "I don't want anything to happen to this baby or its mother."

"I know, Booth." Brennan said. "You're a great father and protector and I am more than overjoyed to be having a child with you." She put a hand up to cradle the side of Booth's face. "I don't want anything to happen to our baby's father either." Booth smiled. "I love you, Booth."

"I love you too, Bones." Booth said and lifted his free hand to brush some of Brennan's hair behind her ear.

"Cecilia and Andy." Brennan stated suddenly.

"What?" Booth asked as his brows knitted together in confusion.

"While in Taffet's presence I had some time to think about the topic of baby names. I picked without research, but I am rather fond of them."

A smile grew across Booth's face. "And how did you arrive at these conclusions?" he asked in his best squint tone.

"Well Andy is obviously from my books." Brennan started. "And I remember my mother always singing the song Cecilia by Simon and Garfunkel when I was a child. But Cecilia also contains the name Seeley, which I thought was rather clever." She smiled at her own joke.

Booth laughed and then bent down to kiss Brennan on the lips.

That's when the shot rang out.

A/N: That's right, SweetSerendipity27, you were right! Something bad was going to happen. :D Nice guess! Thanks for the alerts and reviews, guys/gals! I'm going to try and be more regular again now that I'm back into the school groove. :)