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ASC: Could that be another hint to another story up there in the last chapter? Maybe… Or maybe I should just write one where they all go for a beer and just get drunk! ;0

"This way." Angela said running from the cop's car towards the side of the cabin. The officer picked up a high beam flash light as he knew the sunlight was soon a thing of the past.

He followed Angela's footprints and found her clawing snow away that had built up around the previous opening she had made. He watched for a second as she dug in deep desperation and his heart immediately went out to her as he saw how wrong he had been. This was no cop ambush, she was desperately concerned for her friend.

He walked to a tree and positioned the flashlight to shine on Angela. She looked over her shoulder to see the cop come up and began to dig twice as fast as she had been.

Soon they had cleared a larger area and with the help of a crowbar the cop had in his truck they peeled back a larger section of the metal.

"Sweets!" Angela called into the darkened area. She backed up to let some light in at first saw something she didn't think was right, but then realized it was something she just didn't want to see – a pile of reddened snow.

"Hodgins?" Brennan asked as the line went dead.

"We must be close if we lost reception." Booth said growing quieter and going into his "Booth" mode.

"Is that a light up there?" Brennan asked.

"Base Over." The officer repeated to no response.

"I'm going in there." Angela said though the officer tried to stop her.

"No, it's dangerous, it could collapse."

Angela had forgot about the cut on her arm. She looked at the red on from Sweets arm. "I promised." She said and had a fear she was going in only to find three bodies, not two bodies and a friend.

The cop had no response at first when he heard her recall her promise.

"If it starts to fall, grab my hand, I'll pull you back." He said as she nodded in agreement.

Angela wedged her way in the small space. She felt the rough edges of the metal scathe along her skin in what might have been more minor cuts but she was beyond that concern as she entered the frigid room.

There wasn't enough room for her to stand or to sit even but she crawled forward, pulling herself on her elbows so her face was so next to Sweets. He was facing away and she held her breath as she touched his curly locks. While cold, there was still warmth to him. Angela nearly jumped out of her skin when Sweets turned his head to face hers.

"Sweets!" She said with a smile that faltered as she looked at his bright red frostbit cheek and purple lips.

"Mom?" Sweets asked.

"No sweetie, it's me, Angela."

"Oh, I thought you were dead." Sweets said trying to remember if Angela was his mom or the dead girl. Angela took it to mean that she, Angela had died instead of coming back.

"No, I'm alive sweetie, I'm here, I'm back and I'm going to get you out, okay?" She looked around at the pile and wondered how that was going to be possible.

"It's okay, it's warm here. I think I'll just stay." Sweets muttered in words that Angela barely understood.

Angela became quickly concerned. "No, Sweets, you're going with me okay?" She put her hand over his but he didn't respond to it's warmth. Angela the other hand tried not to pull her hand away from Sweets frigid palm.

"Don't tell my mom I died alone." Sweets whispered and Angela became significantly alarmed.

"NO! No, no, no, Sweets, I'm here, you're not alone and you're not going anywhere." Angela felt tears form at the corner of her eyes. She felt like if one dropped it would freeze before it could slide off her cheek. "Don't Sweets, please just, I can figure this out okay, just wait, I know you waited, but please, just a moment more."

"Hey!" A voice shouted and Angela could hear voices being exchanged.

"Angela come out!" Booth called. Angela put both her hands over Sweets and blew a warm breath on them.

"No! I'm staying here. Just get him out!" She shouted back.

Booth didn't like this idea but he knew Angela was just as stubborn as the rest of them were. Brennan turned to run back to the car to go for more help but Booth reminded her there was no time.

Brennan ran into the cabin and turned on every light she could find which wasn't many in the sparse dwelling. It gave them some illumination as the officer and Booth began to peel back as much of the fallen roof and sides as fast as they could. They ignored the cold and the cuts to their hand as Angela continued to reassure to Sweets.

"Hear that Sweetie?" She asked between a choked back tear and puffs of hot air on Sweets hand. "They're working, they're coming."

Booth pushed harder with the officer right by his side. Breann found the door on the other side and pushed but it was to no avail. She put her ear to the door to hear what Angela was saying and it broke her heart to hear what she feared were only empty promises.

"You're too young Sweetie. There's you know, losing your fast metabolism with age. Oh, Sweets, remember the pie, you owe me pie and coffee. Sweets?" Angela asked. "Sweets?" She asked again with desperation.

Hands flew and hearts pounded as Booth and the officer pulled back a layer of metal and dropped in the ceiling. There was little room as he dropped down inches from Sweets who was still buried. Booth turned to see the light coming around the door to the cabin. He moved a piece of wood only to hear Angela gasp. He didn't wait and digging deep within himself he pushed a partial beam far enough that the door Brennan leaned against came open. She fell forward to see the dead girl who had been near Sweets.

Brennan collected herself as pulled Angela towards her. Angela held Sweets hand as Brennan saw the red covered snow. She removed the metal piece that had cut into Sweets arm carefully as she took his arm with care and Angela the other and tried to pull.

"He's caught on something." Brennan declared.

Booth looked back and saw something had fallen directly on Sweets leg. The cop dropped nearby and together they lifted shoved snow off a broken shelf over Sweets legs. They balanced the shelf, the snow and the roof pieces on their backs and pushed up with all their might as Angela and Brenan pulled Sweets out from the room into the cabin door.

Once Sweets was free Booth and the cop lunged forward as the rest of the room collapsed in a spectacular calamity. Booth smiled as they realized they had made it. He looked to Brennan who was staring at Angela, who was holding Sweets shoulders in her arms rocking slightly with tears rushing down her face. The tear drops bounced off Sweets blue lips and they all shared the same thought of being too late.