This is my first Bones story, so I'm doing my best to keep them in character. For anyone that may be wondering, this does not spell disaster from my long-neglected Psych fanfic. Don't worry, I'll still finish it. Review!

Chapter 1

"So what do we have, Bones?" Booth asked. He was standing over Dr. Temperance Brennan, who was knelt over a set of remains. They were deep in the woods in the back of a piece of property owned by Alice and Doug Gable. Their seven-year-old daughter, Amelia, had stumbled across the remains while playing alone. Though the girl seemed fairly unfazed, Booth had given the couple Sweets' card in case she showed any signs of distress. The couple had sent their daughter to the house, where a neighbor was watching her.

"The remains are definitely human," Brennan uttered the familiar phrase Booth most dreaded. "Female," Brennan added, picking up and examining a pelvic bone. "Judging by the size, eight to ten years old." She looked at Booth.

"A kid," he muttered. It had been a while since they had examined the remains of a child. The last time they had identified someone under the age of fifteen was two-and-a-half years ago.

"Based on the amount of natural decay, I'd put time of death more than five years ago," Brennan added, assessing the pelvic bone again.

"Has she been moved in that period of time?" Booth asked.

"Hodgins will have to pull some particulates to determine whether the victim was killed here," Brennan answered. "But based on the layout of the bones, my initial inference would be that they have not been moved since the flesh started to decay."

"Because she's still shaped like a person," Booth stated.

"Yes," Brennan answered. "Blunt force trauma to the occipital bone suggests violence. This was probably the cause of death."

"Thank you," Booth said, walking toward the anxious-looking Gables. "Mr. and Mrs. Gable," Booth said as he neared them. "When was the last time anyone was back here?"

"We don't come back here," Mrs. Gable answered. "And please, call me Alice."

"Our children, our older children, used to play back here," Mr. Gable added. "But they moved out years ago, and they haven't been in the woods at least since they were in their early teens. You can call me Doug."

"Doug," Booth repeated. "Alice, you mention older children."

"Nate and Emily," Alice answered. "They're twenty-two."

"Nate's at college in Virginia getting his master's," Doug added. "Emily lives with her husband in Maryland."

"And your younger daughter," Booth said. "She hasn't been back here before?"

"She's not supposed to come into the woods this far," Doug answered. "I don't know why she was back here today. A yard this big and it's not hard for her to go wherever she wants without us knowing."

"One last question," Booth said. "Any idea how a set of human remains got in your property?"

"No," Doug answered. "Like I said, it's a big lot. You could do pretty much anything back here. As long as we here up at the house, we wouldn't know the difference."

"Booth!" Brennan called.

"We'll be in touch," Booth said, turning back to his partner. He was shocked to see that Brennan was uncovering another bone."

"It's a…leg bone," Booth stated. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that the femurs for this set of remains are both accounted for," Brennan answered.

"There's a second body," Booth murmured.

"This set also appears to be female," Brennan said, uncovering another pelvis. "Younger, five to seven. I need both sets of remains shipped back to the Jeffersonian," she stood up.

"Two little girls," Booth murmured, shaking his head.