She checked her watch again: 10:30. She needed to go home and get some sleep. Booth would get mad if she didn't; she didn't even know why these were the times she wished psychology was real. She would have to ask Suites tomorrow maybe he'd even have some half decent advice. This made her smile. She got out of the terribly uncomfortable issued lab chair and put the bones back on the examination table. And then thinking of the dead 15 year old who had lived with these bones. Just a normal girl: average student, several close friends all of who were devastated to here of her death, only girl in a family of 7. They didn't even know how she was murdered yet her fingers were all missing but that wouldn't cause death suddenly frustrated she hit the examination table. She needed sleep or else she would never give this girl's parents the thing they most wanted to know: who killed their baby girl. She walked to her office collected her bag and car keys and walked out of the Smithsonian sliding her keycard as to not trigger the alarm and walked to the indoor parking garage.
She pressed the automatic unlock button on her keychain as she neared her car thinking bout her warm, comfy bed and her awaiting laptop to finish her latest story. Then all of the sudden she was on the cold, concrete floor of the parking garage her cold, limp body being shoved into the back of a white windowless van.