*(This is my first attemt at a fanfic... Love it or hate it, let me know)*

That dreaded sound. It seemed entirely too early for her phone to be ringing. Slowly she turned over and looked at the caller ID.

"Brennan," she answered with a yawn. "Thanks Booth, I'll see you in a few." She looked at the clock which read 7:04. It seemed earlier than that. She thought about laying in bed for another minute, but eventually decided to get up and get dressed. No sooner had she finished getting dressed, Booth was knocking on the door.

"C'mon Bones, we got to go."

"I'm coming, no need to get pushy."

They got into the car, headed to the crime scene. About an hour later they were there in Berea, Virginia. It was a construction site on a small cul-de-sac known as Amber Ct., with about a dozen or so guys standing around now, waiting to hear what they were going to have to do.

Booth and Bones exited the vehicle and were immediately directed to the body. They looked where the construction team had removed the grate above the sewer and there it was. "What the… Is it human?"

Bones lowered herself down into the sewer, picking up one of the pieces. "Yeah, it's human. This is part of the skull. I'm not going to be able to tell anything else until we get all this back to the lab. Basically, everything that's here, the body, surrounding materials." Out of the corner of her eye, something looked odd. She picked up something else. "What is this?"

"Kind of looks like a firework… You don't think he died by fireworks, do you?"

"I don't know… There's a lot of them here. Lets get it all back to the lab."

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"Zack, start working on reconstructing the skull, and then start reconstructing the rest of the body. I'll be back in a few hours, I'm going with Booth to interview people in the area to find out if they had heard fireworks anytime recently. As soon as you have the skull reconstruction and tissue markers done, give it to Angela. Hodgins, I need you to find time of death." With that, the squints were off doing their jobs.

Back in the small Virginia town, they knocked on the door of the house where the sewer was. The woman was about 50 years old. She didn't provide a lot of help, since she hadn't heard any fireworks. They tried the next house, and got the same story. The next two houses said they had heard fireworks about two weeks ago, but thought nothing of it. They assumed that it was just some kids having fun. No one had noticed anything abnormal, which often seemed to be the case in these investigations.

Suddenly Brennan's phone rang. "Hey Angela."

"Sweetie, we got an ID for you. His name is Albert Threnton, 15 year old male. Reported Missing 15 days ago by his mother. The address is 413 Lynchester Drive."

"Alright, have you guys found cause of death yet?"

"Not yet, one sec."

Hodgins walked into the room. "You talking to Dr. Brennan? Tell her that the victim has been dead around 28 days."

Angela gave him a look of question. "Are you sure?" Hodgins nodded. "Alright, thanks Jack." Hodgins held her gaze for a few moments, before turning and leaving to get back to his bugs and slime.

"Hodgins just told me that our guy has been dead about 4 weeks, but he was only reported missing a little over 2 weeks ago."

"Is he sure?" Brennan had to ask, already knowing the answer was yes. "Why would the mom wait so long to report her son missing?"

"I don't know, sweetie, that's why you and Booth are out there, not me."

"Thanks Ang."

Bones turned herself to Booth, who was focusing on driving, firmly gripping the steering wheel, as if agitated. "We got an ID. 15 year old, dead for 4 weeks, reported missing for 2." With that, they were off the Victim's house.