Running back into the room, I see Cam grabbing her stomach where a bullet had just hit. The alarm went off and I heard sirens blasting our way.

"Cam, Cam, can you hear me? Cam, say something." I said, grasping her in my arms. Tears streaked down my face and I couldn't belive what was happening. I should have never walked out of the room. I knew something was up. I could have been there.

"Booth, don't you worry about me. I will be fine. Worry about Bones. And when you see Michelle tell her that I love her." Cam said, groaning in pain, stopping in between words to catch her breath.

"It's okay. It's gonna be okay" I said, and I kept repeating until the paramedics whisked her away.

I was in a state of disbelief, and I really didn't know what had happened. I was angry and sad all at once. But number one, I was mad at myself for leaving Cam.

I went up to the platform where people were examining the bullet. The bullet was standard, and the type you could find anywhere. We were looking for a serial number to give to Angela, who had worked all day on anything she could. All of the sudden, we saw Michelle walk into the Jeffersonian. She was wearing a bathrobe and looked exhausted. Her fingers were bleeding, and there was a bump on her head.

"Michelle! Are you alright? what happened?!" I asked running to her, putting my arms on her shoulders.

"It's hard to remember..." She said. "Where's Cam?"

I bit my lip and looked down, not saying anything.

"What's wrong? Where's cam, where's cam?" Michelle started to yell. Michelle was completely out of it and it had looked like she had been drugged.

"Michelle," I said, trying to calm her down, "Cam was shot by the man who kidnapped you. She's in the hospital."

Michelle started to cry, so Angela let her lie down on the couch in her office and grabbed her a glass of water.

There had been a lot of confusion that day, and I almost forgot that I had to pick Christine up at daycare. I walked up to the platform to get Bones.

"Hey Bones, ready to go pick up Christine?" I asked, leaning over her shoulder. She finished writing something down and then walked out with me, leaving everything else but her phone behind. It had been a tiring day, but she knew that she had to come back and work more on the case, and honestly, although Cam was shot there, it was a lot safer there than our house.

"Hello Mrs. Kivvy. We are here to pick up Christine." I had asked as I walked into the small daycare.

"What?" Her face looked as she had seen a ghost. "Her uncle wasn't supposed to pick her up?"

"What uncle?!" I had screamed so loud some of the other children started to cry.

Brennan just burst into tears. Tears rolled down my checks, but by then all I had wanted to do was punch a guy, but there was no one to punch, so I just punched a wall.

I had never been more scared in my life than at that monment, and all I had wanted to do then was track down that sick so of a bitch and kill him. How dare he take my daughter! After returning from questioning the teacher, I had decided to go numb my worries a bit and go check on Cam. A sketch artist had the teacher, Mrs. Kivvy, describe the man. Soon the picture was out to newspapers and news stations everywhere. on my way to the hospital, I pulled over, put my head on the steering wheel and just cried.

Entering her small but comfortable room in the recovery hall, I noticed she was softly sitting up reading one of those celeberty gossip magazines. "Hey Cam, I brought you some flowers." I had told her.

"Thanks," she said, wearily. "Any luck on Michelle?"

"She's safe Cam. She's in Angela's office, now, recooperating." I had said, and I watched as the worries had fled off Cam's face and a sigh of relief came in.

"That's great," Cam sighed. "Is she okay?"

"she's fine physically, exept for her fingers when she tried to dig out of where she was and a couple of other cuts and bruises. Emotionally..." My voice had traveled out into the far away distance.

"That's good." Cam seemed to be looking out into space.

"Cam, you knew what was going to happen before it happened, I could tell." It hurt me to say what I had said, but I said it anyway. It had to be said. "Cam, the photo... It said what happened. Did you contact the unsub?" Cam bit her lip. "Cam... Christine's been kidnapped." I said this as my voice started to crack, like a window, into a million peices. "If you know him or what was going on, tell me." Cam stayed silent, and I stormed out the room. I turned back to look soon enough to see Cam in tears.

Angela did the facial reconstuction and found out that our vic was a Nancy Weathers, who had been missing for two weeks then. She was Bone's only friend in high school.

Me and Bones decided to go talk to the family, since we, too could sorta feel thier pain.

We had walked to thier front door, and it had been open. We called them, but no one came. I drawed my gun and told Bones to stay behind. When we walked into the house and saw the family dead in the living room. Blood was everywhere. on the wall, painted in blood was: THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN TO YOU

I had sat on the couch of Sweet's office. My boss sent me to see if I could still work the case, if I was capable of working it after everything. I sat in the office, twittering my fingers. I remember thinking; WHY WAS I IN HERE? I SHOULD BE OUT IN THE FEILD CATCHING THAT SON OF A BITCH AND KILLING HIM. WHERE'S SWEETS? HE SHOULD BE HERE, I NEED TO LEAVE. FINALLY, HE WALKED INTO THE ROOM.

"There you are Sweets. Listen, I've done a lot for you. Please just sign the papers or whatever you sign and all, and I'll go track down that son of a bitch and kill him so we can all be happy and the world will all be happy." I had begged, all though knowing that I probably hadn't used the right choice of words.

"Okay, I will." Sweets said,and he had leaned down, with his pen in his hand, and signed the papers.

"You will?" I asked, I had become sorta confused. Sweets wasn't one to do that sort of thing. He was usually one who always followed the rules and did his job, no matter how hard you begged him. I had thought; Did he feel sorry that he took my daughter? Was he scared that my wife and I had been threatened? Did he really want me to be able to work this case? or did he just have some more shrinky stuff inside all of this?

"I was asked to tell if you would be able to do your job properly, and efficiently. All your rage and worries make you extremely capable of doing your job, both properly and efficiently." He had said. of course it had been the shrinky stuff. "Plus I may just want you to be able to work this case so you can kill that bastard." finally an emotional, nonshrinky side of Sweets.

"Thanks Sweets." I said as I had stood up and walked out of the door, shocked that for once, Sweet's didn't exactly stick straight to the rules.

"Any evidence found at the crime scene?" I asked Angela. "Any prints or DNA that could tie this bastard to the crime scene?"

"No, not yet." Angela had said, with no thrill in her voice."Right now I'm checking all the guys you put away that have been released in the past year and deleting any that allready have alibis given to their parol officer that has been checked or I just checked and is completely lilable. She said, typing as fast as she could. She looked up as there was a beep and said, " there's four, Marcus Renyolds, Kara Cochrane, Juluis Daner, and Ron Farker."

"Okay, thanks Angela. I had said, my voice sincere, as I ran out of the room. I was going to catch this bastard. I thought to myself. But most of all I wanted my little girl back.