I do not own Bones! I was just watching the movie Zodiac (2007) and reading on the case for my class and thought that combined they could make one heck of a story. :)
Chapter 1
The first thing Angela Montenegro noticed when she walked into the lab at the Jeffersonian Institution was Cam standing on the platform with Clark, Fisher, Abernathy, Wendell, and Arastoo. There was no Booth, Brennan, or Sweets yet, which annoyed her greatly. If she was going to get a call in the middle of the night she expected the one who gave everyone the call (Booth) to be quick on getting his butt out of bed and into work.
It was two in the morning and she was prepared to glare at anyone who got in her way. She was exhausted and not thrilled with being called out of bed this early, or late, however you wanted to view it. Once again, she began to think about how nice Paris was and how great life would be if she didn't have a job that seemed to think calling her in the middle of the night when she had a little boy in her house okay. He was almost two and could be very hard to get back to bed. That was assuming that they would get back home before daylight, which she was naively hoping they would.
"What is going on, Cam?" she asked sleepily. "Why are we awake at this ungodly hour?" Hodgins grunted some form of agreement at her question, looking too tired to bother creating actual words. They weren't alone in their exhaustion. No one seemed awake. Cam already had a cup of coffee in her hand, although she looked like she was so tired that she barely knew what to do with it. Clark was sitting in a chair with his head hanging down over his chest while Arastoo stood, constantly running his hand over his face as if he thought it would wake him up more. Fisher was currently looking around like he was trying to decide whom to blame for him being awake at this time. Abernathy was leaning on a desk, staring down at it sleepily, and Wendell was standing but looking like he was about to pass out on the floor.
"Booth called me and told me to gather all of you," she replied. "Do you have to have Michael in... here…?" Her voice faltered at the glare she got from Angela.
"Listen, Cam," Angela said, keeping her voice on the quiet side so as not to bother her son. "The daycare is not open at 2 in the morning. Usually we let Bren and Booth take care of him when we aren't here or at home but oh, wait, they're involved in this too. Then we would call someone else we work with but look at that! We're all here. My dad is on tour which means we have no babysitter but if you want to scold us for brining our son in-"
Cam held up her hand. "No, no, that's fine. I'm sorry, you're right."
Hodgins held Michael to him; gently bouncing the toddler as Michael began to doze back off to sleep. "Where is Booth?" he practically mouthed over the child's head. "And, better yet, why are all of the interns here except Daisy?"
"Apparently it's some big case Booth wants us all on right away. He, Dr. Brennan, and Dr. Sweets should be headed over," Cam replied. "Daisy's out of town with her parents."
Hodgins nodded sleepily, turned to Angela, and whispered, "I'm going to go set up his toddler bed in your office." He walked away from the group, making sure to keep bouncing the baby gently as he went.
"Lucky Daisy," Angela muttered, scanning her card and walked onto the platform. Wendell snorted a small laugh at the comment and bumped fists with Fisher.
"I assure you we had the same response," Fisher informed her dryly.
"Then I'm confident that you're sane," Angela replied, crossing her arms. Hodgins rejoined the group on the platform, yawning widely.
"Did anyone else sleep for like two hours before getting called in?" he asked through his yawn.
"I was still awake watching Star Trek: The Next Generation," Fisher replied. "That is a decision I am already beginning to regret."
Wendell shook his head. "That sucks, man. I took a Benadryl before bed. Now I've got one heck of a Benadryl hangover…"
"My girlfriend woke up with me," Clark sighed. "Granted, she can go back to sleep but I feel bad waking her up at all. She didn't sleep much last night."
"They're here," Abernathy said as Booth, Sweets, and Brennan entered the lab. Everyone perked up a little bit. Finally they were about to get some answers.
"We had to set Christine up with Max," Sweets explained immediately.
"Alright, Booth, why are we all here at two a.m.?" Cam asked wearily. Booth, who looked as serious as if he'd just been told that someone had broken into his house, glanced at Brennan and Sweets, who both looked just as weary and concerned.
"Hacker called me this morning. Do you remember the couple that were stabbed in the park last Thursday?" he asked slowly. Stephanie Kelly, a 19-year-old English major, and Tom Gregory, a 21-year-old business major, had been out for a date around 11 p.m. and were last seen at a video store about a block away. After they were attacked, the killer called 911 from a phone booth and told them that he had just killed a couple in a park with a knife. The girl died while the boy survived.
"Yeah," Hodgins said, confused. "It wasn't our case though so I don't understand the relevance…"
"Are we taking it over?" Clark asked as Brennan rejoined the group.
"Why?" interjected Abernathy.
"Will you people please let me finish?" Booth groaned. "Letters turned up today at the police station and three newspaper offices. The writer claimed to be the killer of the couple and said that not only will the killer not stop here but that this is the continued "art" of the Zodiac killer. Each newspaper office got the same letter but-"
"A different code?" asked Hodgins quietly.
Booth nodded. "They each got a different code. Unfortunately it's not the same code that was used in the 60's and 70's."
Silence filled the lab. Everyone was looking around at everyone else's reactions, no one sure how to respond or what to say. Finally, Arastoo croaked, "Do you think it is the Zodiac? It could just be a copycat."
"He could have had an apprentice," Hodgins suggested. "Like Gormogon."
"I suggested that in the car," Sweets agreed. "It's more than likely actually."
Booth shook his head. "Either way, we're taking over the case. This guy is probably very, very dangerous and we need to catch him once and for all."
"Okay," Angela said finally. "This is definitely something to be awake at 2 o'clock for."
"The body should be on the way now," Booth said, glancing at his watch.
"I'm getting more coffee. This cup is so not enough," Cam stated immediately, walking off the platform. Moving as one, every one of them followed her. This was going to be one heck of a case.
There we are! I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is welcome but please be nice! :)
Thanks for reading! I'll be updating soon!
