Dr. Sweets had never seen anything like that before. He had simply gone to find a glass of water, and all hell had broken loose. He had been bending over the fountain when the men marched by him towards Booth's room, and when Cleo started screaming, his feet rooted him to the floor. The nurse who had ran to assist was shot in front of his eyes. Sweets felt like he was choking, and he sank to the floor behind the counter so that when the henchman came out swinging his gun, Sweets was out of sight. He crawled towards the nurse's desk, carefully avoiding the blood that was running everywhere. He checked her vitals, but she was already gone. Sweets held back the urge to vomit, and instead crawled under her desk so as not to be seen. Her blood was on his hands, but he did nothing to wipe it off. He felt in shock. He had seen Pam Nunan get shot before his eyes, but this was somehow different. This nurse was innocent. She had done nothing wrong, certainly not attempted murder at least. Sweets regulated his breathing, knowing that he needed to stay focused. After a few moments, he heard the men come out with a shrieking Cleo.

"Nobody move! You move, she dies!" he heard a man shout. Sweets wondered how many others were standing by watching this. He carefully lifted his head to see four men and a very tall man leave with Cleo kicking and fighting between them. They hadn't seen him.

"Booth!" Brennan's voice shouted. Sweets felt his blood run cold. Had he been killed?! He went to shout back at them when Brennan continued.

"Where are you going? Cleo's going that way!"

Their voices disappeared. He wondered why Booth wasn't chasing after Cleo, why Cleo had been taken in the first place. He knew Booth was a little more vulnerable than usual, but he was still usually very good at his job. Sweets saw no other choice. He was going to have to follow Cleo on his own. He picked himself up and stumbled to the exit, avoiding looking at the dead nurse. He crashed through the doors, sweeping the parking lot with his eyes. A black sedan squealed away, and Sweets just knew that Cleo was in that trunk.

"I'm coming, Cleo," he said, hardening his resolve. He raced to his own car, hell bent on catching them. He phoned in to the police, giving the make and model of the car and releasing details that a hostage was in that car. Then he gunned his car and took off after them.

...

Cleo succeeded in unlatching the trunk. Now, she was mentally preparing herself for the jump. It was scaring the hell out of her. She wanted out of this car, but she didn't exactly want to die either. If they would just slow down a little, she could hop out. That didn't seem to be the case, though. She held the trunk up a little so she could see the cars behind her. Jimmy was driving like a maniac, and lots of cars were swerving to avoid being hit. One car was following them, though, and from where she was, she saw that it was Dr. Sweets. He was coming to save her. She felt relief wash over her like cold water. She wasn't alone in this. Someone was coming. She heard sirens then, too. Police. They'd stop Jimmy's car. She decided to hunker down again to wait for when they stopped. Then she'd make a run for it.

...

Booth felt very woozy as they made their way to Brennan's car.

"I'm driving," she said. He didn't argue. He didn't think he could anyway. He got in next to her, and she reached to open the glove compartment, revealing a pistol inside.

"Bones! You drive around with that?!" he exclaimed.

"Do you wish I didn't have it right now?" she challenged.

"No," he shook his head, grabbing it and loading it.

"I thought so," she said, throwing her car into gear and hauling ass out of the hospital parking lot. "Where is he taking her?"

"My guess is where the bomb is," Booth answered.

"Do we know where that is?!"

"I'm calling Hodgins right now," Booth said, dialing.

"Dr. Hodgins."

"Bug boy, it's me. Do you have the location of that bomb yet?"

"Booth! Thank God! I've been trying to get a hold of you for an hour!"

"Where's the bomb, Hodgins?!"

"It's...it's at the White House."

Booth felt his blood run cold. He turned to face Brennan, who was staring at him. She'd heard him say it.

"Thanks," Booth said, hanging up.

"The White House," Brennan repeated.

"We're in for a shit show," Booth said, dialing his phone again. He needed to get a hold of the Secret Service.

...

Hodgins was a little disgruntled. Booth hadn't asked him where in the White House, and he knew exactly where that bomb was lying in wait. It was the only place that made sense. He knew he shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, but at a time like this, a guess might save them all. He tried calling back, but Booth didn't answer.

"Damn it!" he shouted, banging his fist on his table. He made up his mind. He'd have to meet them there.

"Where are you going?" Angela asked, seeing him race by.

"To help Booth save us!" he shouted.

"Wait! I'm coming too!" she cried, chasing after him. He didn't argue. It wouldn't hurt to have an extra pair of eyes.

...

Sweets wasn't sure what was happening when Jimmy's car suddenly disappeared. He blinked. It had been right there in front of him, but now it was gone.

"No!" he shouted, banging his fist against the steering wheel. He had been so close. His phone rang then, and he answered reluctantly.

"Sweets, where are you?" Booth's voice asked.

"Oh thank God," Sweets declared. "Where are you?!"

"Where are you?" Booth asked again.

"I..." Sweets trailed off. Where the hell was he?! He swiveled his head, spying something finally. "I'm by your favorite pizza place."

"Got it," Booth said. "Look, the bomb's at the White House..."

"The White House?!" Sweets shouted, cutting him off. He felt horror suddenly.

"That's where they're taking Cleo," Booth finished. "That's where Bones and I are heading."

"I'll meet you there," Sweets said, turning his car onto the street that would lead him there.

"Stay covert, got it?"

"Got it."

Sweets hung up feeling very shaky suddenly. He was rushing head first into what seemed like imminent death, but he wasn't going down without a fight.

...

Cleo didn't make it very far before she was tackled. She had no idea where she was. First she was outside, then a hood was over her head, and then she was in some sort of tunnel.

"Finally. Thought you weren't keeping your end of the deal," a male voice said. He turned to face her, and Cleo felt the shock wave hit her so hard her knees buckled a little. The henchman held her upright.

"Amon," she whispered. He smiled in return.

"Cleopatra," he said back, coming closer. "I thought I would never see you again."

"Y-you're dead," she stuttered. She felt the grief from her eight year old self hit her hard.

"It appeared that way, yes, but it was faked," Amon explained.

"Why?"

"I needed to be dead so that I could live."

"You're insane. What are you doing?" Cleo asked, looking around and seeing the bomb. "You're going to kill lots of people!"

"It is what it is," Amon shrugged. "That's the calling. I only made the bomb, I'm not making it go off. I'm sorry your adopted father had to die. He was going to blab."

"Okay, genius," Jimmy snapped. "You got the girl, now I want the bomb. That was the deal!"

"It's here as you requested. Have at it," Amon pointed. He took Cleo from the henchman and started to leave the tunnel with her as Jimmy went to look at his prize. Cleo didn't miss the huge grin on his face. All he had to do now was get it upstairs. He had some indoor help with that once the guy showed up again. They wouldn't have gotten it this far without him.

"We can't let them detonate it!" Cleo shouted, trying to wrench from his grip. Amon held on tightly.

"We can live our lives together like we talked about," he said. "Little sister, we're finally a family again."

"I don't want to be a family with someone who's a murderer!" Cleo shouted. She kicked him in the kneecap then, and when he buckled from the pain, she sprinted away.

...

Booth and Brennan got to the White House the same time Sweets did. They all got out, scanning the grounds.

"It looks normal," Brennan noted.

"Of course it does," Booth said.

"There's a tour going on," Sweets pointed. "Lots of people there. I bet you that's how they got it inside."

"How? Security is impeccable," Brennan said.

"It's an untraceable bomb, Bones," Booth said, scanning the grounds. "And I doubt it walked through the front doors." He noticed movement on the other side of the gate.

"Stop her!" a voice shouted.

"Cleo," Booth breathed, seeing her come flying out into view on the steps of the White House. A member of the Secret Service grabbed her, making them both fall. The people on tour were staring and pointing, gasping with shock.

"Booth! Go get her!" Brennan shouted, grabbing his arm. Then, Hodgins pealed into view.

"It's in the secret tunnel!" Hodgins shouted, jumping out of his car. "The bomb's in the tunnel!"

"Shit," Booth said. Where was his help?

"Oh my God!" Angela shrieked, pointing to the man who was now hauling Cleo away.

"What?" Brennan asked.

"That's...that's one of the men," Angela stuttered.

"Who?"

"That guy right there," Angela pointed. "He's one of the men who hurt Cleo!" Booth spun to see, and his heart sank. He was looking at a member of the Secret Service who was fighting with Cleo to cooperate. She was putting up an incredible fight in return. Then Booth realized with a sinking heart that this was the same man who he had just called to alert the White House to what was happening. He raced to the gate.

"Let me in there," he ordered. The security man shook his head.

"I'm FBI, see?" Booth said, shoving his badge into the man's face. "I called ahead. There's a bomb!"

"I can't let you in, sir," the man said.

"Then how...?" Booth trailed off. He looked back to the Secret Service man again, suddenly having it dawn on him what was going on. He rejoined Brennan and the others, a plan formulating in his mind.

"What?" Brennan asked, noticing his face.

"That's how the bomb got in the White House," Booth said. "That man is a dirty agent. He helped them get it inside."

"Oh God," Angela gasped, covering her mouth.

"What are you gonna do?" Hodgins asked Booth.

"You know of another way in?" Booth countered.

"Unless you're a good climber..." Hodgins started. Booth was already scaling the fence. "Shit, he is."

Sweets decided to join him, and he surprised all of them by being just as good as Booth.

"We might get shot at," Booth warned as they neared the top. He had to get in there to warn them. Screw the guard. He could see that the Secret Service man was also trying to bring Cleo to a waiting sedan. He'd intercept.

"I'm a fast runner," Sweets said.

"Hey! You there!" the security man shouted. "Stop, or I'll shoot!" He was suddenly shot then, making Brennan and Angela cry out. Booth whipped his head to see chaos beginning to happen. He caught sight of the dirty Secret Service man shooting at his colleagues and Cleo now being stuffed into the sedan by what appeared to be a man sharing Cleo's features.

"Drop!" he ordered Sweets, letting go and landing on the grass on the other side. Bullets flew towards them then from the Secret Service inside and on the lawn. Booth was already moving. The car with Cleo was idling at the open gate that the dirty agent had opened.

"Oh my God!" Sweets shouted, hauling ass after Booth towards where Cleo was taken. Bullets whizzed past his ears.

"We need to intercept that car," Brennan ordered, racing back to hers. Angela and Hodgins joined her.

"There!" Angela shouted, pointing. Brennan gunned it towards the black sedan that was squealing away from the White House. Then, she saw Booth running and leaping, landing on the hood of the car. Angela screamed. Sweets was running behind the car but was losing steam. Brennan got behind and slowed enough for Sweets to jump into the backseat with Hodgins. They heard gunshots, and Booth came up and over the roof of the car to the back, and he was hanging on for all his might.

"FILES!" Cleo screamed, seeing him then. Booth was there. He was going to save her. Amon gave her a small shake.

"That man is not your family. I am," he said angrily. He was also wondering how the hell that man was still alive after he himself had observed the bomb being put into his head at the hospital. Jimmy had failed him twice before that. It was why he was being punished with the law instead of making a bomb go off. Amon knew better than to have hired help do a job that he could do right the first time. He should have simply visited the Ambassador himself instead of trusting Jimmy to get Cleo for him back in Afghanistan.

"No, you're wrong. He's been my family more than you ever will be," Cleo responded, hissing. The driver swerved, trying to shake Booth off. The passenger was loading his gun again.

"Once we return home, you'll see things differently. We can be a team..."

"I don't want to be on your team!" she screamed at him.

"I didn't want to do this, but I will," Amon said. He pulled out his own gun, making her scream again in terror. He aimed it at Booth hanging on and fired, shattering the glass.

"NOOO!"

Cleo looked for him, frantic.

"Shit," Booth said. He was hanging onto the flag on the trunk, his feet skidding on the pavement. The last shot had forced him to be in this position. It wasn't good. He saw Brennan behind them, and he signaled for her to get closer.

"What is he doing?!" Angela yelped.

"I think he wants to jump onto the hood of my car," Brennan answered, getting what his gesture meant.

"He's crazy," Sweets said, staring.

"Little closer," Booth said to himself. "Little closer. Come on, Bones." Finally, her car was close enough. He managed to quickly pull himself up and then push himself off, flying in the air until landed hard on her hood, grabbing at the windshield wipers to hold himself there. More bullets whizzed his way, and Brennan swerved to avoid them.

"Oh my God!" Angela was shrieking. "Brennan, slow down!"

"We're losing them," Brennan said, seeing the car ahead of them getting farther away. She saw Booth inching towards the passenger window.

"Ange, get in the back," she ordered. Angela obeyed quickly. Brennan lowered the window, and Booth slid into the seat.

"Thanks, Bones," he said as though this was an everyday occurrence.

"What do we do?"

"They're heading for the airport," Booth pointed. "Just stay low. We'll intercept there."

"Are you hurt?" Brennan asked. He shook his head.

"Just my pride," he answered. He hated that Jimmy had gotten the jump on him, but he couldn't dwell on it. His head wasn't at risk of blowing up anymore, so he was back in the game.

...

Jimmy was furious as he was arrested. Amon had tricked him. He was left to go to prison forever while Amon had the bomb. Apparently Amon had never intended on letting Jimmy use it. He was shoved down beside his remaining helpers who hadn't been shot, and the dirty Secret Service agent was there with him. He had given himself away when he had started shooting back at his own men. Jimmy's head throbbed where Amon had struck him. If he ever got out of prison, Amon was a dead man. That is if the fool didn't blow himself up first with his own bomb, which Jimmy figured was going to be the case.

Maybe it's unrealistic, but it's fiction after all! Please don't flame me. You may be super mad that I left Jimmy alive, but Amon, after all, is the mastermind and true villain here. Jimmy was simply a betrayed henchman who just wanted the bomb to go boom.