Author's Note: So, this is my first fanfiction! I'm pretty new and reviews telling me how I'm doing would be appreciated. ;)

Anyway, this is a Zack/OC story.

I was so pissed off with that entire Gormogon mess, I refuse to acknowledge it at all. Zack is so sweet! How could they do that to him?!? I'm sure others will understand me when I say that in my story, none of that ever happened. Zack isn't a killer! :(

Crime scene tape blocked off an alley behind a club called Le Fleur. A fire truck and police cruisers were parked up and down the street, their lights flashing. Across the street, interested bystanders were staring and trying to figure out what was going on.

One of them, a middle-aged woman, walked up to a police officer.

"What's going on, Officer?" she demanded.

The officer regarded her carefully. "There's been a crime here ma'am."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "I know that much, sir, but what kind of crime?"

The officer opened his mouth the say something but he didn't have time to answer. A large black SUV pulled up near his cruiser. "Sorry, ma'am. That's as much information as I can give you right now." He turned away and walked toward the SUV.

Three people exited the vehicle: a woman, a man in a suit, and a man in a blue jumpsuit. The woman noticed the police officer right away and began walking toward him, the two men following.

"Hi," the officer greeted them. "I'm Officer Brown." He extended a hand toward the man in the suit. "You must be the ones from the Jeffersonian." The suited man shook his hand.

"I'm Agent Booth." He motioned to the woman and the other man, "This is Dr. Brennan and Hodgins."

Hodgins shook Brown's hand while Brennan just gave him a tight-lipped smile.

"Could you direct us towards the body?" she asked while pulling rubber gloves on her hands.

Officer Brown attempted a warming smile, but its affect was lost on the ever-serious Dr. Brennan.

"Right this way ma'am." He led them under the tape and towards the alley. "Dr. Saroyan arrived only a few minutes ago, so you haven't missed much."

The four walked into the alley and stopped at a dumpster. There were scorch marks all over the brick wall behind it and the paint covering the dumpster had melted off. It was obvious there had been a fire.

Dr. Cam Saroyan popped out of the dumpster.

"It's about time you three got here." She motioned for Brennan and Hodgins to climb in the dumpster. "Join me, will you?"

Hodgins grinned. "Definitely."

Booth remained standing outside the dumpster, receiving an odd look from Brennan.

"What are you doing, Booth? Get in here."

Booth smiled. "That's okay. I'm not one for dumpster diving."

"Are you kidding, man?" Hodgins exclaimed. "Can you imagine what you could find out about a person?" He grinned excitedly.

Brennan nodded. "It's true. You can tell a lot about a person's lifestyle choices by the contents of their trash."

Booth laughed. "I'll go question some witnesses. You guys do your thing."

"So," Cam started. "What do we have here?"

Brennan kneeled closer to the floor of the dumpster. "It looks to be a young male." She leaned in closer to the scorched skull. "Judging by his teeth I would say approximately twenty to twenty-five years of age. I don't see any broken bones that would be a cause of death, but his left humerus is fractured." She touched the broken bone. "Pretty recently."

Cam frowned. "So it's possible he got in a fight with someone outside the club, but how would they get him in the dumpster to set him on fire?"

Brennan shook her head. "I don't know. The cervical vertebrae and the skull bones aren't in any way fractured suggesting that the victim wasn't knocked out in a fight."

"We'll have to do some analyzing back at the lab." Cam said with a sigh. She hoisted herself out of the dumpster. "I'll go get the body bags."