"I do not see the interest in that statement." Brennan huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You tried using psychology and when it didn't work you got angry." Booth commented with a smug grin.

"I did not get angry." Brennan protested.

"Yes you did."

"I was simply frustrated." She stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me." She started walking down the hall.

"Where are you going, Bones?" Booth called.

"The bathroom!" Brennan called back.

-break-

Daisy Wick was a wreck. Her apartment was stacked with rows and rows of books and papers. She had three chapters of stats to catch up on and a giant research paper due tomorrow. And it hadn't helped her stress level when bloody pieces of Lance's clothing started showing up at her door.

First had been a blue and green striped tie with some blood spatter on it. It had come with the note, 'Don't call the police or FBI.' Next was a blue button down shirt about an hour later with, 'You don't want him to die, do you?' A suit jacket, pants, socks, shoes, and a watch all showed up at varying times throughout the day and night.

Daisy had been sitting on her couch with her knees pulled up to her chest when the news story came on. The headline was 'FBI Psychologist Buried Alive.'

Daisy's stomach dropped and she felt nauseous. The reporter didn't say whether Lance lived or not.

She jumped up and grabbed her car keys. She slid flip flops on her feet and ran out to her car in a tank top and sweats. "No, no, no!" she cried. Her tires had been slashed. She ran back into her apartment to call a cab. Her phone line was dead.

Now what?

That's when Lime in the Coconut started blaring. That was Lance's ringtone! She found her cell phone and picked it up eagerly. "Hello?"

"Ah, Miss Wick, it's nice to talk to you in person."

"Who is this?" Daisy asked with a quaver in her voice.

"The man who buried your boyfriend." There was a loud bang. "Sorry, I'm busy shooting at Agent Booth right now."

Daisy swallowed hard. "What do you want?"

Another loud bang. "You're going to take me to Doctor Lance Sweets. But for now you're just going to sit tight." There were two more bangs and then the line went dead.

Daisy had done just that. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt. Especially if he really had been shooting at Agent Booth.

Two or three hours later a knock sounded on Daisy's apartment door. She opened it to find Anthony Taffet. She recognized him from the pictures on TV.

"What do you want?" Daisy demanded.

"Wait for them to call you." A rifle was slung over his shoulder and he let Daisy know about it. "Now are you going to invite me in?
Daisy was angry, but didn't see any other choice. She stepped aside and let Taffet in. He closed the door behind him. "Sit on the couch and don't try anything funny."

Daisy walked over quietly and sat down. She watched as Taffet laid his rifle on the counter in the kitchen, making sure to point it in her direction, and start rooting through her fridge.

A thought struck her then. Cam wasn't FBI or the police. Why hadn't she thought of this before? She scolded herself and carefully took out her phone from her pocket. Before she could do anything it rang shrilly.

"Answer it." Taffet said as oen hand rested on the high power rifle.

"Hello?" Daisy answered.

"Hi, Daisy, it's Cam."

"Oh hi. Is something wrong?" Daisy asked.

"Um actually, Daisy, something happened with Sweets. He's okay now, but he's in the hospital."

"Is it bad?" Daisy squeaked.

"I just really think you should be here." Cam replied.

"I can try." Daisy squeaked again.

"Alright, well he's at Presby."

"Oh, Washington Street right?" Daisy asked.

"Um no, James."

"Okay. Meet you in the lobby."

"Call me when you get here."

Click.

Cam hung up, very confused.

"There!" Daisy yelled. "He's at General. Are you happy now?"

Taffet grimaced. "I need to know what room."

"Then call them! You got what you came for!" Daisy stood up as anger surged through her and tears sprang to her eyes. She was tired of this.

Taffet's eyes narrowed. "Sit down." He said forcefully.

"Or what?" Daisy snapped.

"I'll shoot you."

Daisy grimaced and sat back down. A plot started developing in her mind. Lance was safe in the hospital. What was stopping her from calling the police now? Her hand reached into her pocket and dialed three digits. 9-1-1.

-Present-

"What do you mean you're calling me out? I'm off shift and I have a bullet hole in my shoulder!" Booth whisper yelled into the phone. "I don't care! I'm limited to desk-" He stopped midsentence. Brennan saw the change in his composure. Booth glanced from Brennan to Sweets and back. "Alright. I'm on my way." He clicked his phone shut.

"What is it, Booth?" Brennan asked.

"There's a hostage situation a few miles from here. Taffet's there." Booth replied stoically. He winced as his sling-less arm moved his phone from his ear to his pocket he then held it there stiffly. "You stay here and let me know if he wakes up."

"Alright." Brennan replied. Booth stopped at the door as Brennan added, "Get him, Booth."

A/N: I'm back! :D School and sports have really been keeping me busy. And just to make this clear, the whole Daisy part is taking place in the past. I tried to correlate it with other major events so you could piece together when exactly. But yes, I hate Daisy so much I made her a key character in my story. XD Don't you love it when that happens?