Author's note: I altered the story (mostly chapter 1 and 2) so it could be post EitB some how I think it makes more sense that way, Booth will be mostly a tacit character and might make an appearance in the end but the premise is the same, the squints solve a murder by their own.

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Cam examined the corpse in front of her. Brennan was in the platform with the rest of the squints working on an ancient Viking warrior. Brennan had stayed with Booth for most of the time during his recovery, but so was agent Perotta. Eventually Perotta's visits became more frequent everyday and to Brennan's discomfort he seemed to be more at ease with the blonde, beautiful agent than her. So instead of being by her partner's side all the time, she restricted her daily visits to a few hours a day, allowing agent Perotta to do most of the caring for Booth's recovery. He simply forgot about her and the chemistry they had shared went away with the rest of his memories, Brennan knew he would be better off with the other woman, she would understand him more than temperance ever would because they simply made a better match, and they were equals. So she resolved to be just a partner for him, she would be by his side because she owned him too much and wouldn't get in the way of his happiness but from now on the line that he placed on them a few years ago would come back as an iron wall.

In front of Camille lay Cassandra Swanson, the lead singer of a semi famous rock band, she was on tour as an opening act of an incredibly popular hard metal band called "doomsday before midnight", she was scheduled to play for four days on DC before going to New York but minutes before she was called on stage her manager found her dead with a needle stuck on her arm.

Dr. Saroyan was almost sure it was just another case of overdose, the only reason she was assigned to do the autopsy was because the case (simple or not) was of a high profile. As the autopsy progressed, some findings raised doubts about that theory, if Cassandra was a drug addict why didn't she had other needle marks on her body? The toxicology report showed a very large amount of heroine in her system, the dosage only a long term addict would use and expect to survive afterwards, aside from that no other drugs were found, not even alcohol, which was extremely rare since most drug users liked to mix several narcotics to achieve different levels of intoxication. And if that wasn't enough she looked too healthy to be a junkie.

By the time the autopsy was done, she had more questions than answers. So she went to find the only person that might help her.

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Dr Brennan examined the remains in the steel table of the platform, she had to admit it was nice to do her work without the pressure of finding a killer, she could now take her time to study every trace of the skeleton and how his environment was in order to cause them. Most important of all, it allowed her to take her mind of her broken heart.

-"Dr Brennan I need your opinion on something", she was slightly pleased when she saw the usually composed anthropologist almost jump out of her skin, sending some of her tools to the ground. Apparently she was so focused on her job that she didn't hear her approach.

-"Sorry I scared you"-

-"You didn't scare me! I was surprised that's all"- Brennan said blushing slightly

-"I need your help on something, I have what seems to be a case of overdose on heroine but some of my findings just don't add up"-

-"Such as…?"-

-"She doesn't strike me as a junkie, even if her background fits and I also found something in the back of her head, a concussion. It's not the COD but it was serious, first I thought she had fallen right after taking the dose."-

-"Because the body goes limp after the injection"-

-"Yes but now I'm not so sure"-

-"Very well, I'll analyze the skeleton and I'll give you a report once I know something"-

Four hours later Brennan gave her boss a file with her findings.

-"You are right there is no evidence of chronical drug abuse, there is a large lesion on the occipital bone that extends almost to the oval foramen, there are blood vessels on the fractures which indicates it was perimortem, I gave a copy of the file to Angela, judging by the angle of the fall we might see if it was an accident or not."-

-"great, I notified the FBI just in case, they're still convinced it's just an overdose so they sent us a rookie, but given the fact that we still can't prove otherwise and Booth is physically well but his memory is still gone we'll have to deal with it."-

By the end of the day there had been much progress with the Viking warrior, but Cassandra's death was a mystery, Angela determined it was impossible that the lesion was caused by falling accidentally but if she was pushed it was from a weird angle.

It was late and all her co-workers had gone home but Brennan had no intention to do so, she knew that if she wanted to deal with both remains she would have to work extra hours.

-"Sweetie you're going home…now."-

For the second time in the day she yelped in surprise. Why was she so tense?

-"Ange..."-

-"No buts, either you let me take you home or I'm dragging your workaholic ass out of here"- She said in a sweet yet firm voice. Her friend was going through a very rough time; collapse under the excess of work would be the last thing Bren needed.

Brennan could spend hours explaining why she had to stay but no matter what she Angela would get her way, she always did, so instead of wasting her breath she took her bag and headed for the door. As she came out of her office she found a young man waiting for her.

-"Hello Dr. Brennan, I'm agent Brown from the FBI; I was assigned to Swanson's case."-

He was in his early twenties but he looked fifteen. Instead of giving him notoriety the black suit he wore made him look like a child in disguise, he wasn't very tall he had blond hair, blue eyes and the face of a cherub. He was the kind of person you would rather see leading a pop boy band than working as an officer of the law.

Seeing that sweet little face Angela couldn't help herself

-"Aww you're sooo cute! I swear I if I could put some plastic wings behind you I'll hang you in my Christmas tree"-

The poor agent just shook his head; he had grown accustomed to that kind of comments

-"I'm sorry I bothered you at this late hour, I was told I might find you here. I have been asking questions to some of the victim's accountancies but I'm afraid I couldn't get anything solid, most of them refuse to give any information"-

-"What about the family?-

-"She doesn't have one; she's been in the foster care system since she was ten"-

-"So what do we do now?"-

-"Usually we would send someone undercover, but I already presented myself as an FBI and the bureau won't send another agent on the case because, in their words, would be a waste of time"-

-"I could do that; I've done work as an undercover before"-

-"I have no doubt on your skills Dr. Brennan, but you are a public character, I saw you on TV two years ago. People will know who you are"-

-"I can help you with that"- Angela said behind them. –"I'll give you a makeover sweetie, by the time I'm done with you not even Booth will recognize you"-