Angela had just arrived at the Jeffersonian. She was just there to pick up a few things and then she was on her way home. She was ready for a nice warm shower and a comfy bed. She was curious to see the lights were on in her office when she walked into the lab. As she walked in she was surprised at what she found.

Next to her couch was Michael contently laying on the floor batting at some toys that were hanging over his head. Next to Michael on the floor was Jack. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and even.

Angela smiled. "My office floor isn't really that comfy." She stated.

Hodgins only stirred slightly. "It is." He protested drowsily.

Angela chuckled and then bent down to scoop Michael up off the floor. "Did daddy leave you all alone on the floor?" she cooed.

"He was asleep before I was." Hodgins mumbled as he sat up.

"I bet he was." Angela replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Is Brennan back yet?" Hodgins asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Booth went to go get her and got in a gun fight with Taffet. Booth got shot in the shoulder and Taffet got away."

Hodgins cursed under his breath. "This Taffet guy is a real piece of work."

"Tell me about it." Angela huffed as she held Michael close.

"Poor, Sweets." Hodgins sighed.

"He's too young. He's gonna have gray hair by the time he's eighteen." Angela complained.

The joke didn't lighten Hodgins' mood. He just leaned back against the couch and looked away. Now that the action was over he had started to think about Sweets more and more. (Not that he hadn't been worrying about him before.) But now his thoughts were drifting more towards his own experience with the Gravedigger. Twenty-four hours underground was a very long time. He'd had Brennan. They used their combine efforts to keep each other sane and motivated. Sweets had no one.

"Jack…" Angela could see that look in his eye. She was all too familiar with it.

"Sweets was all alone, Ange. No one to tell him, 'Don't worry, we're getting out of here' or 'The pain will be over soon.' He just laid in that… box having what he probably thought were illusions of grandeur." Jack pulled his knees up to his chest and rubbed his scarred leg unconsciously. "He probably sang that song just so he could hear a voice other than the one in his head. And even that wasn't a relief." He swiped a hand across his eyes and then looked over at the artist. "He ran out of air, Ange. When you're down there that is your worst nightmare. It doesn't matter how you got down there or who did it. Air is the one thing you cling to. It's your last connection to the entire world around you. And to lose that connection?" The entomologist sniffled and looked away again. His lip was trembling and tears were falling freely down his face. "Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better to not have been found. To have died down there and have kept those awful nightmares with us so we wouldn't have to bear them day after day after day." He used the couch to stand up and turned to face Angela. "But then I look at you, my beautiful wife, and then Michael, our handsome baby boy that we made, and I know it was all worth it." Hodgins took a step forward and put his hand out so Michael could grasp his fingers. "But what does Sweets have? What does Sweets have that he can hold onto to tell him it was worth coming out of that hole alive? Daisy isn't even his girlfriend anymore let alone fiancé, his mom and dad are gone, and he doesn't have any other family." He looked up into Angela's now glassy eyes. "How's he going to tell himself it was worth it?" he repeated.

"He does have family, Jack." Angela said shakily. "We're his family. All of us. Brennan, Booth, Cam, you, me, and even Michael. And we're going to make sure that Sweets gets through this. And he better or you know Booth is going to track that guy down and beat him to a pulp."

"He threatened Booth's baby. I'm surprised he's not dead already." Hodgins replied.

"He's crafty. But if anyone can catch him, it'll be Booth." Angela responded reassuringly.

"I hope so." Hodgins murmured.

-break-

Booth had grudgingly agreed to wear the sling on the way from Frostburg back to D.C. Agent Hanson had brought a car over to pick Booth and Brennan up because Booth's car had to be taken for evidence collection and repairs.

Currently Brennan and Booth were sitting in the back of the standard issue black SUV. Booth wasn't allowed to drive because of his shoulder.

"Do you think it's over now, Booth?" Brennan asked.

"I honestly don't know." Booth said and pinched the bridge of his nose. "But he's still out there and I need to catch him."

"After your shoulder heals." Brennan added.

"Your wrist too." Booth replied.

Brennan rubbed the white bandage carefully. The rope had rubbed most of the skin off her wrist. "It wasn't that bad."

"But if you didn't cover it there was a possibility of infection." Booth replied.

Brennan sighed and looked out the window.

Booth looked out the window too when a thought struck him. "What happened after I passed out?"

Brennan looked down at her lap. "Taffet fired at us a few more times then turned and left once we reached town."

"I'm sorry, Bones." Booth apologized.

"It's not your fault." Brennan replied. "If fault were to lie upon anyone it would be Taffet."

Booth suddenly realized how much this must be affecting Brennan. It was dredging up all those old memories that she had compartmentalized and tucked away inside. He had to admit that his thoughts had drifted to that day in the ship more than a few times now. "Taffet is gone, Bones." He said.

"No, he isn't. He's out there somewhere and-"

"Heather Taffet. She's gone." Booth pressed. "She's not going to touch any of us ever again." He reached over and squeezed Brennan's hand.

It was silent for a few moments as Brennan debated with herself. She took a deep breath. "Sometimes I still have nightmares about her. About waking up in that car with Hodgins. Usually in the dreams Hodgins is bleeding and you're drowning and there's nothing I can do about it. But Hodgins was there with me. Even you had the hallucination of your Army friend to assist you in your escape. But Sweets had no one." She looked over at Booth with shiny eyes. "He had to lie in that coffin and suffer with no on there to help him."

"Well we're here to help him now and that's all we can do." Booth said but didn't meet Brennan's eyes.

Brennan saw Booth's discomfort, but couldn't interpret what it meant. Her first impression was guilt, but why would Booth feel guilty? He had done everything he could to get Sweets out. Her next impression was shame. But shame about what?

Hanson had listened to the two talk silently. One part of her felt like an eavesdropper while the psychologist part of her twinged. There were so many deep feelings surrounding this case and they needed exposed. They couldn't keep these buried for long.

A/N: I really like this chapter and I hope you guys do to. I think it really brings out how Booth, Brennan, and Hodgins are reacting to this. I also really liked the Hodgela moment at the beginning of the chapter. :) Hodgins never really gets any opportunities to express his feelings about his family. Also this is where Agent Hanson is coming into play. Yes, she helped catch Taffet, but this is where she's really needed. And also I need a question answered for future chapters. Swaisy or no Swaisy? I'm kind of neutral on the topic, but wanted to know what you guys thought.