"This morning a call was brought in when a truck driver ran a vehicle off the 66 into the Potomac River. Police have managed to get the car out of the river but we are grieved to announce this. Dr. Temperance Brennan, a renowned forensic anthropologist and best selling author has been declared dead. A full report will be on at 8 this evening."
Booth, Angela, Hodgins, Cam, and Zach all were sitting in Brennan's office watching the report. All were horrified at the news. They couldn't find Brennan that morning and all were trying to find her. However, a call from Cullen had them watching the news until now.
Angela was sobbing, and everyone else had tears in their eyes. No one could believe that she was gone. Forever.
Cullen and Amanda Chase watched the news. Both sighed in relief. Temperance was dead and Amanda now had barely anything to worry about. If someone was to place a photo of Temperance next to Amanda, you might be able to see similarities, but unless you studied them you wouldn't know they were the same person. Amanda was blonde and wore more make-up than Temperance did.
"Here's the file and the keys. I wish you luck."
"You'll keep in touch, I assume?"
He nodded, "Remember, you are not to talk to anyone about what you know except for me, and not to talk to any of your friends at the Jeffersonian."
Amanda bit her lip, "God, I hope this will be over soon."
"Me too, Dr. Brennan. Me too." With a final sigh before she left, he said, "You know this is necessary. Know that all of us are working on this as quickly as possible."
Amanda nodded. This was bigger than many of the other cases she had worked. An entire mob was searching for her and she had almost died three times in the past 24 hours. This was needed and she prayed it would work.
