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"I'm running a triangulation now of all the possible targets based on Wilson's threats he's ranted about in previous posts." Angela said over the speaker to Booth.

"How many possible targets?" Booth asked to which Hodgins replied fifty seven.

"Great, how can we narrow that down?" Booth asked.

"We can make a lot of assumptions." Angela answered looking at the map full of red dots.

"Well he wants to draw attention this time based on the threat he gave to Booth which suggests a high loss of life." Brennan began. "So I would suggest removing any structures that would be less populated and any place that would include a death toll of under a dozen."

Angela tapped on her computer screen. "Thirty six." She said.

"I would go higher than a dozen." Hodgins suggested. "The guy is in custody. He's not getting out. If he's going down he's going to take a lot of people with him."

"What's the opposite end Angela, what are the highest casualty locations?" Booth asked.

"There are seven locations." Angel said with a sigh, "all with possible death tolls over five thousand."

"Well shit." Booth said.

The door slowly creaked open and Wilson looked up. He was anxiously waiting, he could tell it wasn't going to be either of the two agents from before. His smile widened as Dr. Lance Sweets closed the door behind him.

"Wilson Thompson, is that correct?" Sweets asked slowly sitting down and opening a file folder.

Wilson observed Sweets casual nature of his dark jeans, black tee, Converse and jean jacket which Sweets slid off to put on the chair behind him. Sweets did it as a suggestion that he was willing to stay as long as it took.

Wilson also noticed the bruises on Sweets arms, the stitched and fresh scar on his head at the hairline, and the slowness of which Sweets moved. It pleased him to see Sweets in such pain though Sweets was trying his best to hide it behind gritted teeth. Sitting in the hard metal chair shot pains thru Sweets fractured ribs.

He wondered if he should have taken a pain medication after all but he hardly had time to dress as agents were so quickly at his door to escort him to the Hoover building as it was. Not that he wanted to be loopy on pain meds for this anyway. He tried to compartmentalize the pain and set it aside as he concentrated on Wilson.

Sweets looked the man in the eye, continuously building his profile of the lunatic.

"I am Wilson Thompson." The man finally answered Sweets question from earlier. "What would you like to know?"

Sweets suppressed a grin. "Where is the bomb?"

"Let's not jump so far ahead." Wilson suggested. "I'd like to get to know you first."

"I'm Dr. Lance Sweets, a psychologist and profiler for the F.B.I. I like to catch criminals and watch them rot behind bars."

"Ooh, a little harsh don't you think?" Wilson teased.

"Not harsh enough." Sweets said not backing down from Wilson's creepy glare.

"You have a lot of experience with criminals?" Wilson asked.

"Of course." Sweets answered.

"I mean personal experience." Wilson noticed a twitch in Sweets' expression. "It must have led to your interest in the F.B.I."

"What led you to be interested in being caught by the F.B.I?" Sweets countered back.

"Making a change in the world." Wilson answered and Sweets mentally noted he got him to answer a question that didn't circle to another question.

"Does a change in the world have to involve personally removing people from it?" Sweets asked.

"Certain people." Wilson answered and eyed Sweets.

"I wasn't aware I offended you Mr. Thompson." Sweets said holding his composure.

"You all offend me. Materialistic drones to an all mighty dollar." Wilson began to rant. Sweets didn't give him room to continue.

"But yet you have a computer on which to broadcast your rants." Sweets said looking at photos of the man's apartment. "Did you buy your materialistic drone like laptop?" Sweets asked pushing the man who narrowed his eyes.

"An end to a means." Wilson hissed. "A tool of your own destruction to kill…"

"And your tee shirt there, for raging against the machine you certainly chose a name brand to be splashed across the front." Sweets teased but with a deep seriousness.

"It was free, I picked it up at.."

"But you still wear it." Sweets said looking down at his own black tee. "I guess my shirt has nothing to say would you like to borrow it?" Sweets asked clearly in control of the conversation.

"Would you like the blood of thousands on your hands?" Wilson asked reclaiming control of the conversation.

Sweets leaned back in the chair viewing the conversation now as it was, a veritable chess game, the lives sat as pawns.

"How will the loss of thousands of lives as you say, gain you ground?" Sweets asked.

"It won't. But you see, I don't care about them. You do."

"You've got me there. I do. I care a lot about them." Sweets said laying a couple of inner cards on the table. "So it looks like we are at a stalemate."

"Not yet." Wilson said. "You know the expression, lives of the few are worth the sum of the many?"

"So who are the few?" Sweets asked playing along.

"Just one. Just you."

"Booth we've run thru a hundred scenarios. I'm not sure…" Angela began with a voice tired and out of options but paused as Booth's phone buzzed as they were speaking over a webcam. The rest of Jeffersonian team welcomed the break as well.

"Booth." He answered hoping for good news. "He what?!" Booth screamed in the phone. He hung up and the team looked on.

"Carson called Sweets, he's in the interrogation room with Wilson." Booth said scurrying away. The rest of the team decided to head to the Hoover building in Brennan's wake who had a head start on them.

"So you are asking me to lay down my life in return for the lives of the thousands?" Sweets asked as Booth stepped in the interrogation room. Booth did not like what he had just heard.

"What the hell is going on here?" Booth boomed knowing Sweets and Wilson couldn't hear him. Booth was denied access to the interrogation room directly.

"We're trying to find the bomb Agent Booth." Carson said in a tight tone.

"I'm not…" Booth began but was cut off by Carson.

"In charge." Carson reminded him.

"Sweets should not be in there." Booth said lowering his voice.

"I think you underestimate Dr. Sweets." Carson warned. Booth knew he and the squints hadn't gotten any further on their own so he looked into the interrogation room reluctantly. He cringed inwardly at the sight of Sweets trying to mask his slump to the side to cover his bruised and pained body. He was concerned if Sweets was really up for this, mentally as well as physically.

"I asked you to lay down your life before but you escaped me." Wilson said as their attention was drawn back to the room.

"Perhaps then it wasn't meant to be." Sweets suggested not wavering any. Booth was impressed with Sweets stature based on the threat that was just waged at Sweets life.

"Come now Dr. Sweets, I would wager that you have no family. Wouldn't it be fair, that out of anyone in your group, that you be the one to die so that everyone else can live?"

Sweets eyes narrowed as he said it. "If I had to, yes I would, willingly." Sweets answered, his voice not wavering any. Booth grinded his teeth at the answer.

"Then do it Dr. Sweets. Finish what I started, take our own life for your friends to see. And I will tell them where the bomb is." Wilson said followed by Sweets eyes meeting his gaze though Sweets showed no emotion.

"This is what I was afraid of." Booth said. "This is a trap."

Carson raised his hand to pause Booth. He watched Sweets carefully who appeared unnerved by the suggestion.

"Your friends put you in a body bag once. They can do it again." Wilson said with a smile when Sweets failed to respond. "How does that feel? To have your friends do that to you?"

"I'm just glad to have friends." Sweets answered, still studying the man across from him.

"Sweets hasn't wavered any." Brennan observed out loud. "He's met each of his hurtful lies and hasn't cracked."

Booth watched the room again as Sweets continued to look at Wilson.

"There is no bomb." Sweets announced and waited to watch the reaction.

Wilson laughed. "You know there is. I don't bluff."

Sweets nodded his head as though he were waiting for an answer he had planned on. Wilson seemed to catch on to Sweets watching him. He stopped smiling as though he had underestimated the young man as well.

"You know Dr. Sweets, in the end, that's all we all really are, alone. We only have ourselves." Wilson said less crazy and more serious this time.

Sweets leaned in on the table. "In the end, you'll die alone in this room."

"But I'll have achieved a greater goal than you."

"You have achieved nothing in your time."

"My time is coming to an end. Only you can keep your friend's alive. I can help. You can save them."

Sweets smiled a broad smile and got up. He looked at Wilson one more time as Wilson smiled expectantly.

"I think I'll choose door number two. There's friends behind my door." Sweets said pointing a thumb to it.

"You'll cost them their lives." Wilson shouted as Sweets walked out the door.

"That was a waste of time." Carson announced as Booth and Brennan both rolled their eyes and walked out of the observation booth.

Once they exited they rounded the corner to see Sweets leaning against the door frame now looking pale and out of breath. They rushed over as Cam, Angela & Hodgins were stepping off the elevator, having rode in a separate car not able to catch Brennan. They saw Sweets and were immediately concerned as well.

"Come on Sweets, let's get you home." Booth said reaching out to grab his shoulder but Sweets straightened up too fast and grabbed his side. Brennan reached out to help but he waved her off.

"No, we have to find the bomb." Sweets said standing up the rest of the way and trying not to wince as he did so.

"Well we've been trying but…" Hodgins began.

"It's in the F.B.I. building." Sweets said gritting his teeth. He was surprised that it still hurt so much. Maybe it was sitting too long he thought.

"What? That's impossible." Booth said but he knew it sadly was not.

"Wilson, he said that if I could die and everyone else live, where would that be?" Sweets said and the group realized they were now all at the F.B.I. building, playing into Wilson's hand.

"This would be a perfect spot for Wilson." Hodgins began as he pieced it together. "He hates the F.B.I. so it would be a target for him."

"Yeah but he would die too right?" Angela asked.

"Because in the end we are all alone." Sweets repeated. "He's ready to die for his cause. He's been caught, he wants to be a martyr now."

"You!" Booth shouted to a passing agent. "Get the director here now. We need to evacuate the building. Get the bomb squad in here."

"Okay, I think we need to go." Cam added.

"No, we need to find that bomb." Hodgins said.

"I actually agree with Hodgins. He's got it set to go off soon. The only variable was how long to get us all assembled here." Sweets said.

"He didn't think you would figure it out." Booth said looking at Sweets.

"I think he wanted it to go off while we were in the room, like before, one bomb going off at time so he could watch the reactions." Sweets explained.

"Well let's rob him of that satisfaction." Booth said.

"Let's get a schematic of the building." Angela suggested and soon she was accommodated.

"Any idea of where to look?" Cam asked feeling nervous to still be in the building.

They looked over the building schematics and made various suggestions where a bomb could be placed. Options ranged from repair men to delivery services and so on.

"Come on guys, this is the F.B.I." Booth reminded them. "We do have some security around here.

Sweets turned his head with curiosity.

"Dr. Brennan was all of the evidence from the explosion sent to the Jeffersonian?" Sweets asked.

"No, only the particulates and the remains the rest was sent here as evidence." She explained.

Booth looked at Sweets figuring out what he was getting at.

"The evidence room." Booth said and Sweets nodded.

Booth turned to run to the evidence room while the others began pursuit.

"Wait, what?" Angela asked.

"It's perfect!" Hodgins said as they followed suit. "Well, in that crazy whack job way. He put the bomb in with the items to be categorized to go with the evidence.

They entered the room and soon located the evidence boxes from the case. Sweets hand quivered at his side some as he saw the bits that made the bombs that exploded around him not too long ago.

"Oh God." Cam said having found a small device that let off a light hum, barely noticeable. Small yet powerful it appeared to be a distorted metal. But really it was a decoy, within lay a bomb, set to go off in two minutes.