Author's Note: This a story featuring a character out of the figment of my imagination; I miss any storyline involving Zach so I decided to create one; he needed some company other than Sweets, another character that I adore. I just barely got into Bones, so if there are any mistakes of goofs let me know and I'll TRY to fix it. This can be slightly AU or precise to the timeline of the current season. I guess I'll play it by ear. I hope some of you enjoy this story; I truly miss Zach. *sighs* The title of the story is based off a song by one of my favorite bands, The Killers. I love the music I listen to and I usually sneak it in on chapter titles or references in my stories. Enjoy!

Pippa Rosemary Bergeron was in the process of throwing another object across her room in her London flat when her cell phone started to ring. She snapped out of her madness and reached for her phone when she realized her phone was also a casualty of the emotional melee which had been thrown across the room as well. She huffed in annoyance at herself as she searched for her phone, or as the Brits call it her "mobile". The ringtone luckily was one of her favourites so she wasn't too upset, and it meant it was someone of the family who was calling her. By the time she found her phone she had missed the call. Sighing in dramatic annoyance to no one but herself, she looked at the caller i.d. She raised her eyebrows in surprise; her cousin from D.C. called her and apparently left a voicemail. What in the world can he be calling about, she thought to herself. Her anger at her dreadful ex suddenly vanished and was instantly replaced with curiosity. She saw him a few years ago at a family function where he mercilessly teased her; she knew that he knew that her first name had been taboo her whole life. She preferred to be called Rosemary or Rose after her 18th birthday, which provided him ammo to irritate her endlessly. For someone who called himself a professional he sure as hell didn't act like one. She dialled her inbox to hear the message and she rolled her eyes as he gleefully began his voicemail with "Pips"…

"My PIPS!! Ok ok…ROSEMARY…my darling and lovely cousin who is one of the most talented women of the world. I am calling for a favour and I need your worldly expertise. Even though I am the one with the degree and the doctorate and the most educated(this statement caused severe eye rolling from said cousin) I need an outside opinion on a matter that is important to me and to those I work with whom I at times see as friends. Give me a call back when you get the chance. Please, Rose…I do need your help." Beeeeeeeep. End of message.

Rosemary was confused and intrigued. Lance was begrudgingly one of the smartest men she knew. He was a well-trained psychiatrist at his age which was something to marvel at and she had been impressed immensely and proud of him, though she would throw herself off the Millennium Bridge than ever admit that. She had dabbled in psychology a lot in college before deciding on art history as a major; she settled on psychology as a minor which had her mother confused since Rosemary was pretty shrewd on deciphering people and emotions. But Rosemary had a profound and intense love for art and photography so she decided to have both as majors. She was happy with her choice, despite her mother's lack of interest in her work as a photographer and occasional art historian; she was always boasting about Lance and his work with the F.B.I.

For Lance to ask her opinion on anything had completely obliterated her previous emotions from the past few days and it seemed like Godsend. The past month had been beyond rocky and her intense breakup with her boyfriend left her pretty raw and vulnerable. Today's revelation of his past infidelities and his sheer nerve of blaming her for them had left her murderous thus her attack of her flat when she heard the phone, excuse me, mobile, ringing and singing. She sat down and started to really think, now that the anger was gone for the moment and contemplation settled in. She had lived in London for almost 6 years now, with the occasional visits to the U.S. which had become scarce since she was fully immersed in her work. Due to her part time job as an art historian with a local antiques store nearby she was able to be the full time photographer for the travel magazine based in London. She hadn't had a full vacation since she moved to London and she knew the magazine would be accommodating with her vacation time, so she figured now was the perfect time for a sabbatical. As much as she loved London, she needed to go away for awhile. The ex and she needed to be away from each other considering they had lived together and he needed to get the hell out soon; she hadn't seen her mother since Christmas 2 years ago, and it was time to visit her home of the United States. Rosemary Bergeron was going home.

One Month Later…

"So you're leaving me." Her best friend Maggie Radley stated witheringly. "For how long, for fucks sake?"

"For awhile until I decide on what to do…if the magazine finds a spot for me in the U.S. I might just stay for the year. I haven't decided yet but I will continue to sublet the flat to you so no worries." Rosemary smiled as Maggie rolled her eyes.

"That wasn't why I was asking. I just hope you aren't running away from Josh and the mess he gave you. Do you want me to kill him?"

Rosemary laughed. "No, that won't be necessary. And no I am not running away; it just seemed the perfect time to go. I haven't been in America for 2 years and honestly I am DYING to know why Lance called me…for him to ask my opinion is beyond comprehension."

Maggie nodded sagely. "True…last time he was here he seemed very snotty and a know it all. He tried pass off his superior intellect as mastery in flattery…not very impressive. Grant it he's in his mid 20s which is automatically in his genes to be a narcissistic jerk until his 40s but his showing off his doctorate to prove he was smarter than you: SNOTTY!"

Rosemary snorted and shook her head as she gathered her laptop into her carry on luggage. "Well I'll keep you posted in case it's interesting. I'll let you know what comes up and if I change my plans." She hugged Maggie goodbye in which the redhead responded fervently.

"I'm going to miss you tons…" Maggie sniffed. Rosemary blinked her tears away as she looked at her friend.

"My darling bosom friend!" Rosemary giggled as Maggie smiled through her tears.

"'Will thou give me some of your dark tresses'" Maggie quoted from the Anne of Avonlea series; Rosemary laughed as she responded,

"But I don't have any dark dresses." Both women laughed as they headed out the door.

Hours later

"Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign…" the flight attendant's voice carried throughout the cabin, but Rosemary tuned her out as she did the routine she was used to while flying. Luckily she had enough miles to get her business class; with all the traveling she did on a regular basis she was thankful for the upgrade especially with the long flight from Heathrow to Washington Dulles. She was smiling in anticipation; her mother was thrilled that her baby was coming to visit and even her cousin, Dr. Lance Sweets, will be at the arrivals area with her parents and brothers. He was surprised but especially happy she had not only called him back but was coming for a visit. When she returned his phone call that morning 4 weeks ago and relayed to him her plans on coming to visit the family, he decided to wait on asking her advice until then. She had pestered him on what he needed to talk to her about and he hadn't yielded.

"Rose, I rather talk about this with you in person. I would have told you over the phone but since you are coming here it can wait. Besides I wouldn't know where to begin it is that delicate. It is also classified." Those words had her even more curious but relented; it'd be better to wait and discuss this in person. After her gruelling time with the customs officers and which they searched her luggage (ugh) she finally exited into the arrivals area and grinned at the sight before her. She started to feel pangs of excitement as her parents hugged her tightly and the pats on the backs of her big brothers, she met with Lance's eyes and her excitement doubled as she remembered the words "classified". She could hardly wait.

2 Weeks Later…

The past two weeks in America was happy and irritating for Rosemary; happy because her mother and father were more than ecstatic that she was there and that she was successful in her job. They had shown her the framed photos of her work that were featured in the magazine and how they gushed to their friends about their worldly daughter who lived a fabulous life in London. She had to smile forcefully at that statement due to her recent unhappiness in her home.

The visit was also irritating because she hadn't had a chance to talk to Lance since she arrived. Her family monopolized her time and Lance respected the fact her parents were anxious to be with their only daughter. She had a chance to meet up with Lance for coffee but he was on a lunch break in which she met two people he worked with on a steady basis: Agent Seely Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist. Dr. Brennan had been extremely fascinating and while she eventually found Special Agent Seely Booth funny, his physical appearance had bugged her. His physique resembled her ex's and she remembered what a huge asshole he was so she was sort of frosty with him until Lance, in his snotty way, put her on the spot.

"ROSE", Lance had practically spat out her middle name in secret teasing in which she had to restrain herself from smacking his grin off his face which had to wait for later, "why are you so unresponsive to Agent Booth?" She had unconsciously blushed in fury because Lance KNEW why she was being frosty; he had seen pictures of Josh.

"Lance-EEEY", she had stressed the last part of the nickname he hated which resulted in a guffaw from Booth ("That's almost as good as SWEETS!"), "I am not at all being unresponsive."

"Actually you are," Dr. Brennan had pointed out. Booth had given Rose permission to call her Bones, a nickname he had given Dr. Brennan awhile back, in which Dr. Brennan was adamant that Rose cannot call her Bones. "You avoid all contact and your posture is quite rigid. That is how Booth was at first with Dr. Sweets."

"I was not, stop lying." Booth had rolled his eyes and shook his head at Rose with an exaggerated expression that even the serious Dr. Brennan smiled while she had continued,

"Yes you were. You were very rude to him about his age, his name, and one time he was snotty in which you responded with 'I don't respond to snotty' or something to that effect"

"As a matter of fact neither do I", Rose replied. Booth had smiled and Rose felt her frostiness melt away and the lunch break went smoothly after that. Both Booth and Rose mocked Sweets, while Dr. Brennan watched and remained neutral and Lance had stated that it was a huge mistake to have introduced Booth and Rose. Rose smiled at the memory of the lunch and was feeling good about her visit even though she was missing Maggie and her other friends like mad. She was lost in her thoughts when someone grabbed her from behind.

"BOO!!!!" Dr. Lance Sweets had sneaked up on her and she literally jumped up in fear and shrieked. When she realized what happened she smacked him as he laughed.

"You would think that a successful psychiatrist would be more MATURE but since you still play video games and keep costumes of comic book figures that's a lot to ask for", Rose remarks to the giggling Sweets before him.

"I can't help it…you were so distracted I had to take a chance. What are you having?"

"A Chinese chicken salad with a small sandwich and lunch will be my treat. I insist because I want to know what you want to ask me and I want you to tell me now." Rose glared at Lance while he smiled at her.

"Eager for me to reveal classified information aren't you?" Lance's smile settled into a sad expression which Rose noticed and became even more curious. As long as she could remember Lance was never one for sad smiles, he was too goofy. She ordered for him, which he protested but was impressed when she ordered a plate he usually ordered himself. He raised his eyebrows and Rose smugly stated,

"I may not have a doctorate but let's get one thing straight: I studied psychology a lot in college and I have always had a good read on people regardless of any job requirement."

"Touché, smarty-pants. Well, the problem I have isn't classified per say, but the background is and I am not sure how much I can reveal. All I can give is a general outline but I cannot give the specifics because it is unethical. Do you under..." Lance couldn't even finish the sentence; Rose was glaring at him.

"I am positive I understand. Do not underestimate my intellect no matter how smart you are." Rose continued glaring at Lance, who smiled nervously.

"I'm sorry; I don't mean to insult you. I just don't know what else to do and that I have to consult someone else has me frustrated, although maybe that will be the answer: someone from the outside can make a difference." Lance became lost in thought and Rose started to get impatient. Lance held up his hand in a gesture of WAIT and Rose had no choice but to wait…in a frenzy of curiosity. Lance cleared his throat and began a story,

"Have you ever heard of Gormogon?" Lance was looking at her now and she looked a bit confused.

"Gormogonagraphy? I heard of it when working at the antique store in London; actually..." Rose stared off into space as her memory replayed the word over in her head to her first month at the antique store. "I remember the owner had an artefact that had a skull inside an emblem of some sort and he called it Gormogonagraphy. It was actually pretty tight so I bought it. What's wrong?" Rose saw how Lance's face contorted into shock as she mentioned her cool acquisition.

"You own a piece of Gormogonagraphy?" Lance was dubious and it was pissing her off since she didn't understand why he was so astounded.

"Lance, what the hell is going on? You asked me if I ever heard of it and I said yes. I have no idea what it means; the skull was pretty awesome and you know I like skulls. They're hella tight." Rose shrugged and Lance calmed down slightly.

"I'm sorry for my reaction; it's just that awhile ago we had a serial killer whom we dubbed Gormogon and he had acquired a lot of artefacts of Gormogonagraphy which was based on a secret society determined to rid the world of other corrupt societies such as the Freemasons and the Illuminati in Europe. The exception is that Gormogon was the master and he always had an apprentice…"

"Oh like the Emperor and Darth Vader from Star Wars? How cool, in a twisted way." Rose laughed at Lance's shocked face. "You aren't the only one who is geekcore. It's just more awesome with me since I'm a woman who is more or less attractive and knows her shit." She grinned and Lance laughed.

"Ok…that is beside the point anyway. The point is the serial killer we called Gormogon did have an apprentice. An apprentice who had in depth knowledge to the case since the F.B.I. was investigating Gormogon." Lance was all seriousness now and Rose felt chilled inside.

"Was he someone that you worked with, Lance?" Rose was getting nervous and felt relief when he shook his head.

"No, but I knew who the apprentice was. In fact he was a beloved member of Dr. Brennan's team and an accomplished man with superior intellect than my own. He in many ways was more a friend than a doctor to the team, especially Dr. Brennan." Rose felt sad; from what she gathered with her lunch with Dr. Brennan she was a smart but emotionally detached woman due to her love of science. For anyone that she considered a friend must mean a lot and to suffer such a tragic outcome would devastate anyone.

"Has he been replaced? Has his position been filled by anyone else?" Rose knew she hit pay dirt; her young cousin looked impressed.

"You caught on pretty fast." Rose rolled her eyes.

"My mother was sad that I didn't pursue a psych major with my natural ability to read and figure people out, remember? I chose a different path but that natural ability won't ever go away. And I will continue stress natural just like you like to throw in my face your doctorate." She smiled sweetly as Lance sheepishly nodded his agreement.

"Touché again. Here is my request. I want you to talk to him." Rose was waiting for the real request.

"Seriously, Lance. Wait are you serious?" Rose stared at him dubiously.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" Lance looked serious, he sounded serious, but he couldn't be serious. Rose kept staring at him, waiting for the stupid punchline that is bound to be sprung on her.

"Come on, Lance. You can't be. You want your cousin, who just suffered a serious breakup, who isn't a trained professional, who is an ART historian and photographer, to talk to a serial killer? Who am I, Robert Langdon?" She rolled her eyes as her voice went up with each word, and he had to calm her down before she had a screaming match. Lance remembers the shrieks, especially one from earlier, leans in closer.

"Yes. Calm down…I have no other option. And he isn't a serial killer. Zach wasn't Gormogon, he was only the apprentice and he did commit several felonies but he is in no way a serial killer." Rose snorted at the differentiation and he continued.

"He admitted that he was just the apprentice and only helped in causing mayhem but aiding and abetting the serial killer has him under my supervision at a mental facility. Rose, he isn't insane."

"But he sounds as if he is severely socially handicapped…to some that might constitute help from a professional which is a good thing you are examining him. His social skills or lack thereof made him appropriate to become an apprentice. Was he mocked at work as well?" Lance nodded, trying to hide his admiration from his cousin but her smugness made it obvious that it was a futile gesture.

"Yes; he also suffered a form of rejection. He was in Iraq but was sent back since he had the inability to fit in the environment. He was only fit to work in a lab and was good for testimonials in cases but other than that," Lance shrugged. Rose felt sorrier for this Zach than she had anticipated but she was still confused.

"How can I help? I don't see how I could." Rose was confused and wary of this request, now that it seemed it was legit.

"Maybe you can talk to him for a few weeks since you're here. You are not a part of the situation and I can't break through to him. He insists on staying in the facility but if he serves time he can be out in less than a few years. No one knows about him being the apprentice only and he hadn't killed anyone." Rose sighs in frustration.

"Of course he doesn't want anyone to know. Lance you're good but this is the reason why I never wanted to go into psychology as a profession. You lose sight of the bigger picture, the humanity of the situation. Well," Rose amends, "You are too close to the matter which is why you can't see the bigger picture. You just deemed him unable to associate in a social environent and you expect him to last several years in prison? I don't think he could last an hour." Rose felt even sorrier for Zach and she barely knew him. How could she help if she sympathizes with a serial killer's apprentice? She shook her head. "Lance, I don't think I can help."

"I think you could. You're sympathizing and that's good. My prognosis of Dr. Addy," Rose interrupted him.

"Addy?"

"Yes, his name is Dr. Zach Addy, a vital member of Dr. Brennan's forensic team of the Jeffersonian. Well he was, but if he can see how vital he was he might change his mind and may want to serve time."

"How long will he have to stay in the mental facility?" Lance shrugged.

"Whenever I deem him cleared but I don't think he could ever leave. He doesn't seem to think he did anything wrong and wont accept responsibility. This is why I think you can help, help humanize him a bit. So he can relate to what the others must be feeling; the team misses him very much to this day." Lance shook his head in disbelief and Rose stared off into space, realizing their food had arrived long ago. She started eating her salad while Lance dove into his own plate. In between bites he asked her random questions about her London flat, her photography, her job at the antique store, her friends. He knowingly stayed away from the topic of the dreaded ex and she gladly talked of other things while she mulled over his request. As much as she gave him hell, Lance was a smart man so it wasn't lost on her that for him to ask for her help meant a lot. He was too close to the situation and if another psychiatrist had Dr. Zach Addy as a patient, an apprentice to this Gormogon serial killer (she was desperate to google him later on today), Dr. Addy may not have the same attention that Lance was clearly was giving him. She had to admit she was intrigued by this request and by the whole situation. She looked at her cousin and he was staring at her, aware of her curiosity. Damn, he was a good one; she needed to watch her facial expressions around him. She grinned after taking a drink from her water and he started to smile.

"If I accept this request, I have to know more about this Gormogon and I want you to be cleared of any liability. Check with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan and see if they're willing for me to be a sort of outside consultant. I'll sign any confidentiality forms and what not, but I want to know what I'm getting into. I want to know about Dr. Addy and this Gormogon insanity, especially since I have a relic of that in my home in London." Rose was getting excited; she had to admit was a little jealous of her baby cousin. He was a trained professional in the psychiatry field and is an official consultant for the F.B.I. She was truly jealous and she hated it.

"I'll see what can be done. But Rose, are you sure? It could possibly be an intense experience that you aren't trained for. I know you can handle yourself and you are a smart woman, but also inexperienced in this particular field." Lance wasn't being snotty; well he was a little Rose knew, but he was truly concerned. As he looked at her, she felt her resolve solidifying.

"I'm in."