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The day started off normally.

Dr. Zach Addy woke up promptly at six, ate breakfast, did some light weights, cardio, showered, and was out the door by 8:30 AM. It was a routine he hadn't broken in over four years.

He carpooled with Hodgins because he did not possess a license due to fear of driving, not due to some sense of duty to the environment. Even after years of driving with the etymologist, Zach always had an underlying feeling of anxiety. He knew exactly where the weak points and design flaws where in the mini cooper. He was not confident in himself, or any car, enough to drive himself and as long as Hodgins didn't mind; he felt no need to get over his fears.

The ride over consisted mostly of Jack Hodgins, Zach's best friend, coworker, and landlord talking particulars about the case they were working on. Jack's mind was filled with one conspiracy after the other. Zach was used to his friend's paranoia that the "Man" was somehow involved in their everyday life. Dr. Addy had no idea who this man was and how he had the time to be concerned with every mundane occurrence that happened. It was a normal day, so Zach did his normal response. "[insert today's theory] is illogical because [insert why it's illogical]." He always made very good points but Hodgins never listened. Jack just knew that he was onto something. Or several somethings. It was never quite clear what Jack thought he knew. He was too paranoid to fully verbalize his thoughts in fear that "big brother" was listening.

Zach pointed out that Hodgins was an only child.

So Jack responded with his usual reply. "You just don't get it, Zach." Deep sigh at the frustration of the blissfully naive.

That was said a lot to Zach in his lifetime. What exactly it was, he could never understand and no one seemed to be able to tell him. He concluded "it" was just one of those things he was not good at. Like women and conversing socially.

The day went on as normal. Zach helped Dr. Temperance Brennan with a murder victim. He cleaned the bones after Bone's initial examination and Dr. Saroyan's examination and collection of tissue samples.

Very methodically, he prepared the bones for maceration. Today, he would use the Dermestidae, otherwise known as flesh eating beetles. Despite the thousands of beetles, Zach could tell a majority of them apart. He even affectionately named several of them. Zoe and Wash seemed particularly hungry today. He told himself to use them in case Hodgins wanted to race the beetles today. They surely will be the most well fed and therefore more energetic by this afternoon.

After de-fleshing the bones, Dr. Brennan and Dr. Addy promptly got to work on identifying all markers on the bones to get a clearer picture of what happened. They both worked well together, as neither were prone to emotional attachment and were able to efficiently inventory any and all abnormalities.

Zach then went to Hodgins to exchanged ideas and theories. Jack came up with several experiments, most of them very convoluted and fairly dangerous. Dr. Saroyan had to step in a couple times to veto the more hazardous tests. He was able to determine the murder weapon and Zach claimed "King of the Lab" once again.

Agent Seeley Booth arrived at the Medico-Lab to give his own theories of what happened. It was all pure conjecture, but he still managed to amaze Zach. Seeley was able to help solve cases based on his own intuition, which Zach could not fathom doing. Dr. Brennan had a theory that Booth was actually inadvertently noticing subtle body cues among other things. It made more sense than knowledge coming from nowhere, but Zach was still puzzled at how Booth was able to be so accurate with no solid facts to go on. Booth was the cool jock that Zach always wanted to hang out with, but for whatever reason was met with animosity in high school. Seeley assured Zach before that the stony silence they stood in when Temperance wasn't there was how males bonded. It wasn't what he and Jack did, but Zach knew that Booth was much more experienced in the realm of social interaction; so he trusted that Booth knew what he was doing. Zach so desperately wanted to ask the agent about what he should do about Naomi in Paleontology, but he knew better. He only had to be threatened with a gun once to get the message. He was happy just to be in the agent's presence and tolerated.

Eventually it was lunch time at the Jeffersonian. Every so often, Zach would get caught up in his work that he forgot to eat. But the in house forensic reconstruction artist, Angela Montenegro, reminded him to take a break from work and eat something. He found a lot of her behavior to be illogical, but she was very caring and he could appreciate that. She never had any animosity or disdain towards him, and often would make an effort to help him. Unlike Booth, she was always ready to give him advice on women; even when he had no clue as to what she was talking about and felt more confused than when he first asked.

He left his bones, and sat in his office eating his macaroni. Zach was very set in his ways. He has been eating macaroni practically every day since he started working at the Jeffersonian. It's very rare that he'd go to the local diner with a member of his team for lunch. Macaroni just made the most sense to Zach. Not only was it very palatable, it was quick and easy to make. It had all the carbs and calories to get him through the rest of the day. It was the most efficient lunch.

So far it was an exceedingly normal day for Zach. If he knew it was going to be the day that he died, he might have done something to make it not so average.