"Come on Jacob, it's just a party. Come back with me." The girl whined, grabbing at Jacob's hand and trying to drag him back.

"No Chrissie, you said it would be clean, no drugs. You know I can't be around that stuff."

Chrissie pouted, "You're no fun, maybe I should just go back and stay with Marcus."

Jacob's eyes narrowed, "Marcus isn't a good guy, you shouldn't hang out with him."

A gruff voice came from the shadows, "You wanna say that to my face?"

Jacob sighed as Marcus stepped forward, "I would if I could find it, but you head is too far up your ass."

Marcus growled and pushed Jacob, "How bout we settles this?"

Jacob ducked as Marcus took a swing at him. Marcus turned and charged the smaller boy, almost knocking into Chrissie. She called out in surprise, causing Jacob to turn, "What? You can't hit me so you resort to scaring girls?" Jacob moved forward, his fist connecting with Marcus' face, sending him sprawling back into the wall. They heard a soft crack as the old wall caved inward, creating a large dent and a widening hole.

As the dust cleared, Chrissie spotted something resting near where Marcus' shoulder went through the wall, "Guys, what is that?"

Jacob and Marcus turned to where she was pointing and Marcus let loose a scream as he came face to face with a human skull.

Booth walked up to Brennan, "So, a couple of teenagers found the body. Apparently they got in to a fight, one guy punched the other and he went through the wall."

Cam joined the group, "Why were they at an old abandoned warehouse anyways?"

Booth shrugged, "They didn't say. My guess is they were at a big party someone threw here. There was probably drugs and alcohol so they didn't talk about it." Cam shook her head at the thought.

Dr. Brennan looked up from her position near the hole in the wall, "I don't see any evidence of a party, and you shouldn't jump to conclusions Booth."

The agent sighed, "I'm not jumping to conclusions Bones. Only reasons for a kid to be in an abandoned building like this are dares and parties. Since they seemed a little old for dares I assume party. They didn't want to say anything about it which means there was something illegal going on, most likely drugs."

Brennan sighed, "You shouldn't make assumptions." Booth sighed and sent Cam an exasperated look, she simply smiled and shook her head as if to say, 'you're on your own'.

Brennan reached for the skull as she spoke, "Male, late thirties, early forties. The skull is definitely Caucasoid as evidenced by the flat lingual surface of the upper incisors and the high bridged nasal bone. There also appears to be something in between the first and second maxillary molars." Brennan took a pair of forceps and carefully extracted the material and secured it in a small evidence bag, "I'll get a better look at the lab."

Booth smiled, "So let's pack up this wall and head back to the Jeffersonian."

Brennan tilted her head, "Why would we bring the wall? It holds no forensic value other than an approximate date of internment which Hodgins can discern from a single sample. I am far more concerned about the remains being removed from the wall carefully so as not to damage them."

Booth sighed, "I was joking Bones."

Brennan spoke out loud as she looked over the skull," No major damage to the skull. Slight fracture to the occipital bone, but no signs of healing so it was fairly close to time of death. Coloring of the teeth suggests he was a heavy smoker."

Wendell leaned over the bones as something caught his attention, "The victim has bone spurs at the juncture of the carpals and metacarpals of both hands. It's an injury known as Carpal Bossing, it's common in boxers and MMA fighters. It's caused by a hit to the back of the hand but only if it's unprotected, most likely this guy didn't use any equipment when he was fighting."

Brennan looked at the area Wendell had indicated, "Very good Mr. Bray. The bone spurs seem fairly well built up, suggesting whatever caused them was a regular activity. They also seem more predominate on the right hand, suggesting he was right handed as is most of the population."

Wendell looked up, "Dr. B, I don't mean to speculate, but any fighter worth his salt wouldn't habitually neglect proper equipment or technique."

Brennan looked at her intern, "What are you suggesting Mr. Bray?"

Wendell looked away for a moment before meeting her gaze, "Perhaps the victim was physically abusive, it would explain the bone spurs and create a possible motive. I'm not positive, it's only a theory."

Brennan paused, thinking over the facts, "That is an interesting theory Mr. Bray but we don't have enough evidence to draw conclusions as of yet. However, we should keep that in mind incase more evidence comes to light supporting your theory, it does create quite the motive."

Wendell turned back to the bones, "Yes Dr. Brennan." The platform is silent for a moment before Wendell leans in closer, "Ribs four and five on the victims left side are cracked and there seems to be some sort of nick on rib three. There is also evidence of slight bone bruising in several other areas of the rib cage."

Wendell moved the camera to show Brennan the small nick, she looked at the screen closely, "I see what you are talking about Mr. Bray, good eye, it is a very inconspicuous cut in the bone. The cracked ribs show no sign of calcification, they were most likely obtained near time of death. Magnify the laceration and see if there are any striations or trace evidence, then I want you to take the skull to Angela and have her create a face." Wendell nodded as Brennan exited the room.

Booth turned as heard his name being called and saw Brennan walking towards him. He smiled, "Hey Bones, you have anything on the dead guy?"

Brennan caught up with Booth and said, "I have Mr. Bray working on cause of death, only a few theories though. Have you gotten anything?"

Booth nodded his head, "The building had some renovations done back in '96 and a year later there is a police report for trespassing. Other than that, the building has been empty for almost two decades."

Brennan nodded, "Well, the condition of the bones does suggest they had been there a significant amount of time, they could very well be sixteen or seventeen years old."

Booth nodded, "So what are the theories you mentioned?"

Brennan paused, "He found a possible cause of death, a small cut on the third rib, could point to the victim being stabbed. Mr. Bray also has a theory that would point to a motive. He found bone spurs indicative of repeatedly punching something or someone however he is adamant that any sport involving that would require proper protection which would have prevented the injury. His theory is that the victim was abusive and I find I am inclined to believe he is correct."

Booth grimaced at the thought, "Well as soon as you have a face, I could run it against domestic violence calls from back then."

Brennan nodded, "Angela should have it soon, you might want to go see her."

Angela turned to greet Booth as he walked in, "Hey Booth, I was just about to give this guy a face."

Booth smiled, "Yeah Bones told me to come see you. After you get the face, could you run it against mug shots from domestic abuse cases from 1997 and a few years before?"

Angela looked at him, "Why?"

Booth shrugged, "The squintern came up with a theory involving bone things in bone places, anyways, Bones thinks there is something to it and it wouldn't hurt to check."

Angela nodded and Booth smiled as he watched her type on her tablet. They looked up at the screen and watched as a face slowly appeared. Booth looked at it, "He looks kind of familiar."

Angela shook her head in agreement, "I know what you mean."

Before either could speculate, they were interrupted by Wendell coming in, staring down at his phone, "Hey Angela, have you seen Hodgins? Dr. Brennan wanted to know if…" Wendell stopped midsentence as he looked up and his phone fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a sharp clack.

Booth turned to look at the young intern who was staring wide eyed at the screen. Beside him Angela whispered, "Oh my God." Booth's head snapped to her, watching as her eyes went back and forth between Wendell and the screen.

Booth turned back to Wendell, "Do you know him?" Wendell shook his head in affirmation but stayed silent and staring at the screen, his eyes never leaving the digital rendering of the face.

Booth turned back to Angela with a questioning gaze. She took a deep breath before speaking, "I figured out why the guy looks so familiar." She paused and Booth motioned for her to continue, "That's Wendell's father."

A/N- there is not enough Wendell fanfiction in the world, seriously, how is this possible. He is attractive, smart, plays hockey, and grew up poor. Seriously, this guy has angst written all over him. Anyways so on the show he only mentions his father once so I kind of wanted to explore that more. Set in the current season except Wendell/Angela never happened, not in my head at least, and Vincent isn't dead.