A/N: Thanks for the reviews! It's good to know that people are actually reading this.

I know some of you aren't fans of Krys or Sweets but I have to tell you that they're the subplot of this story turned major plot so... Yeah. Basically I like them because they're the opposite relationship of Bones/Booth and provide a parallel which I find intriguing so I plan on sticking to that. Just wanted to give you a heads up.

Also, some of you were asking what Sweets flushed. It was a note he wrote to Krys trying to explain how he felt (not lovey dovey but something of that nature), that strikes me as something childish that he would do. So in news of the kidnaping it's flushed. Also everyone is focused on Parker (on the team) I need one person to be worried about the data analyst. That being said :) ONWARD.))

21CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

"Doctor Brennan." Cam was the first out of the small group of squints, including Vincent and Angela, that surrounded Temperance to speak up. They had been standing this why in silence as the anthropologist poked at the body for quite a while, no one daring to disturb her. "You've been focused there for quite a bit." Cam tried very hard to phrase it carefully, even despite her frustration and the stain showed on her face. "Maybe you should try looking somewhere else..." She attempted to hint though her impatience got the best of her and it resulted in her grabbing a pair of gloves and shoving them on.

"If I hurry I might miss something." Temperance spoke up as she peered at the soles of the victim's feet, appearing very cool and collected even in the current situation. A pair of metal tweezers between her fingers she carefully spread the toes.

"You're very thorough. I doubt you'll miss anything." Cam shook her head, now beginning to rake through the hair like one might do for lice, though really it was just an attempt to find one clue, any clue.

"You don't know that." Doctor Brennan stated still not making any sudden movements, Vincent hanging on her every breath.

"We don't have much time." Cam shook her head, now moving to the neckline. "Doctor Sweets said-"

Angela looked to Cam with a frown. Her heart racing. "How much time do they have?"

This caused Temperance to hault her work, looking right up at her boss with a frown. "What Sweets says can't be held accountable. Anything he says is based on psychology. State of mind."

Angela now turned her gaze back on her best friend. "You know?" She blinked, her clipboard being pressed against her chest in a self given hug as she grew increasingly uncomfortable and worried.

"It's not an exact answer and it's no where near scientific enough to base any real results.." Temperance continued on, trying to return to her work though now she discovered her hands were being a tad disobedient.

"If you had to estimate." Angela pressed, her voice more firm than before.

"I don't have to do anything." Temperance said in a similar firmness though her voice showed a chance of breaking.

"Sweetie.." The artist coaxed quietly, not wanting to fight, just wanting to know. And Angela hated being yanked back and forth like a yippy little dog on a leash which is how she often felt when scientific, stubborn minds like Hodgins or Temperance were in the picture. Put both of the same room and forget it. She was totally lost.

Doctor Brennan took a slow inhaling breath before opening her mouth to speak. "Men of similar outlook like Sweets say kidnappings turn into murders within the first forty or so hours."

This news dampened everyone's spirits a little bit as the team fell quiet. Angela chose to look at the floor, Cam stopped moving completely (though trying to put on the strong face), Vincent looked about ready to vomit, while Temperance could only stare at the lack of work that was being accomplished because of mental states. Sweets would have loved this, if he was here. It seems with the news of Parker and Krys' capture, he had taken it hard as well. Why was that?

Eventually, Angela broke the quiet. "How's Booth holding up?" Angela phrased in an aside to her best friend, who she assumed would know the answer given that they both seemed so close. However, Cam was the one who answered.

"As well as can be expected." She sighed, removing the white gloves from her long fingers. "He's removed from this case due to personal involvement."

"Booth and I work every case together." Temperance looked up with a defiant yet stubborn expression. There was that ability to decompartmentalize again.

"Not this one." Cam quickly turned her gaze on the anthropologist who didn't seem to waver under the boss' warning glare.

"Booth and I are a team. We've worked on cases where we were involved before. We've been able to look at each one scientifically." Pulling the tweezers out of the crevice she held them out to Vincent who was holding out the see through dish like a good little student. "Take this to Hodgins to analyze." Now ignoring Cam and Angela, much like she had when Booth had 'died' and they insisted that she go to his funeral. She had always felt that such frivolities were a waste of time. "If he can determine the content level of the dirt from the previous victim's shoe, we can determine location of where he's holding them."

"Really?" Vincent looked down at the dish and carefully placed the lid over it. "Oh wow."

"Sweetie. That man has Parker. Booth's son." Angela explained softly to Temperance. Sometimes her best friend needed a little nudge with common sense sort of things, even though she was a genius every where else. "That's as personal as it gets."

"I'm allowed on the floor still!" Came Booth's yell from the lab floor as a guard kept him from approaching the stairs and was trying to back him away from the area entirely. This was something that the Agent didn't seem to approve of, especially not now. "I'm just not allowed to touch anything." His eyes moved toward the area where the squints were. "Up there. I can, however, touch you and trust me, you don't want that to happen. I'm all riled up. It's never good." Still the guard didn't budge even as Booth's face reddened and it became increasingly obvious that he was about to blow. And if that ever happened it wouldn't be pretty.

Cam knew this, after all she had spent enough time with him, and shook her head speaking quietly under her breath. A slip into the personal from the professional. "Someone better break that up before Booth tears into that guy like a dog with a steak."

Vincent looked up from his little dish, a brightness to his young eyes. "Did you know that a specific breed of dog called a Basenji can't bark. They actually yodel."

"Not the time Mister Murray." Cam said lowly which caused the intern to fall quiet, hang his head, and then move down the stairs in search of Jack Hodgins.

Temperance turned around to face Booth, looking much like Juliet on the balcony with her Romeo given the height difference of the team versus where Booth now stood. "Booth, they said you can't be here because of personal interest." She frowned.

"I know Bones. I just wanted to see if you got anything new.." The guard was now grabbing at Booth's arm but Seeley stood grounded and firm. "Anything?" He asked in a more desperate tone that Temperance picked up on that made her frown even further. This was a tone she never heard in her partner's voice, and she felt a part of her chest tighten up as she shook her head no. This seemed to startle Seeley, if only for a minute, he blinked and the deer in headlights look was gone. "Well you just keep trying. You just... Keep doing whatever you're doing and if you find anything.." The guard was now pulling at his arm and Booth stumbled back.

"I'll tell you first." Temperance nodded quietly in understanding to her partner, who nodded right back before he was ushered back to his office.

They were running out of time.