"You can't be serious." Hodgins looked from Bones, to Booth, to Cam, and finally to Angela.

The four had, after analyzing the scene, gone back to tell the others the news.

"Yes, we are." Bones said. "Which is why we need the three victims ID'd. We need to know where they lived, where they went, and what the survivor's relation to them is. Maybe, that way, we can find them."

"Are we down to just bones on any of these vics?" Angela asked.

"Yes, the driver." Hodgins said. "I had a grad student take tissue samples for you. They kept all the organs, skin, and the eyes. Seriously, that's so gross… The samples are in near the bodies, and the eyes just stare at you."

"Let us see the bones." Cam demanded. "And give me those tissue samples. I'll check the organs for any problems, and if I find any, I'll run them with hospitals." She picked up a bag containing an eye. "Brown eyes…Any identification on the vic's clothes?"

"Only on that one, so far. He had a driver's license. Mr. Kenneth Shae Wilson." Hodgins turned a computer screen to them. A middle-aged man was displayed there, with dark skin, brown eyes, and chestnut hair that was receding. Some gray strands were visible.

"Spouses, children, parents?" Bones asked.

"A wife, with two daughters. I'm waiting for the other passenger's results to see if they match. I think the one might match up to their nineteen year old."

"Nineteen?" Angela shook her head. "It's sad…How come we get so many teens?"

"Don't know." Hodgings shrugged.

"Well," Bones picked up the skull from the table, "I was right, there are fatal fractures here."

"Well, I'm going to get the pictures from the scene off of the camera and to my computers." Angela said, and then left.

"I'll take a look at those bones," Bones said. "Hodgins, see if there are any particulates on the clothes.

Hodgins nodded, then left.

"You okay?" Booth put his hand on Bones' shoulder as she started to rub her temples.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just…that there should be a survivor makes no sense at all…And, I'm a little tired…"

"Need some coffee?"

"Please and thank you."

"Okay. Be right back, sweetie." he kissed her head and left.

"Hey, Dr. Brennen," Angela returned. "I was looking at pictures from the scene."

"What've you got for me?"

"Well, by the looks of it, we have a hate-crime on our hands. Someone didn't like anyone in that car for some reason. This would have gotten rid of all of them."

"Let's not set down anything for sure until we have more information. We'll need to ask some questions."

"Okay, I'll take these to Angela. Have her reconstruct the car by using them."

"Thanks, see what else you can dig up about the victims. That could help us get an ID on a suspect."

"Got it." Angela returned to her office.

"Here's your coffee." Booth set the mug down on her desk.

Bones inhaled the scent gratefully. "Creamer?"

"French Vanilla. Like always." Booth kissed the top of her head.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. But I would like some payment."

"What sort of payment?"

Booth pulled her into his arms.

"Guess." He breathed in her ear.

She turned around in his arms and pressed her lips to his.

He pulled back long enough to smirk and say "Exactly." before kissing her again, this time with more passion.

There was a small cough behind them, then:

"Dr. Brennen?"

The two jumped apart, startled.

Sweets was in the doorway, smirking.

"I gathered as much information as I could on our identified victim. It was very difficult, he likes to keep to himself, very much so. I couldn't find his address without going through the police or through the firewalls. Seeing as I don't know how to hack at all, I called them. They wouldn't give me the information via phone, and when I told them of Ken's death, they told me that they would have to come verify that he was dead before they could release any information to me. Victemology is a wonderful thing. Just thought I'd help out."

"Why is he so secluded?" Bones asked, puzzled. It was kind of annoying how, if ever Sweets got involved in a case, he was ALWAYS right…

"They couldn't release that to me either. All I was able to get was that he had several restraining orders against people that were put into action approximately a year before now."

"Wait, someone was after this guy?" Booth said.

"It appears so."

"So we have to sit around and wait for this address?" Bones was now extremely irritated.

"Yes."

"What else could you find?"

"He has two daughters, Chelsea Kelly and Kathleen Shae. He was married to a Molly Marie, used to be Quincy."

"So the survivor could be Kathleen?" Booth asked.

"Yes...Sweets, how old are the daughters?"

"Chelsea was nineteen, I think she's the body that was brought in, and Kathleen is fifteen."

"Any idea where to find her?"

"Not until we find an address. I'm sorry, Dr. Brennen."

"No, it's not your fault Sweets." Bones sank into her chair, sighing and taking a sip of her coffee. "Thank you. See what else you can dig up."

Sweets nodded and began to walk back to his office, flitting through his notes.

"This is going to be a long morning..." Bones said.

"And a dead one." Booth stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders. "We won't be able to find anything on these victims until the police release the information, and you are in need of a nap."

"Where am I supposed to sleep, an examination table? I won't get peace in my office."

"There are very comfortable chairs in mine." He grinned.

"Sounds good to me." Bones said, her eyes closed. Opening them, she took the hand that Booth was holding out to her and allowed him to help her up.

The chairs in Booth's office were comfortable...She was curled up in one and asleep within five minutes.

"Is something wrong with Dr. Brennen?" Hodgins walked by, stopping when he saw her uncharacteristically sleeping.

"She only runs on full steam if she's had a full nights sleep."

"And she didn't?"

"No, not really." Booth gave a secretive smile, "And it's kind of all my fault."

"Ah. Well, that's your lives, not mine." Hodigns said, "And I don't need the mental images."

"Geez, Jacke, you act like you never have any fun!"

"I have Angela!"

"Wow… I didn't need THAT."

"Payback, my friend, is a bitch."

"Get outta here, squint."

The morning dragged on, with nobody uncovering much about the victims, except for discovering that the murder weapon had been a home made bomb. Bones had woken up mid-morning and confirmed that the explosion driving the seat back, combined with the sudden stop of the vehicle propelling her forward, had fractured her skull and snapped her neck. The passenger victim had been hit with a piece of shrapnel in the temple, hard enough to instantly kill her.

"Dr. Brennen?" A woman with a slim face and almond eyes was in the doorway.

"Yes?" Bones crossed the room to her.

"Ah. I'm Officer Swan from the police department, here to confirm the death of Mr. Wilson and his family." She held out her hand and Bones shook.

"Ah. Well, the bodies are in here." Bones led her in.

"There certainly isn't much left..." Officer Swan looked nauseated. "What did this?"

"An explosive that was made with objects found around home. Cleaning supplies, a small about of gunpowder, about as much as you would get out of three shotgun shells, given the force of the explosion." Hodgins said, walking in. "Brennen, there was also some mineral fragments driven into the flesh of the body that I found and analyzed. There was obsidian planted in the explosive, so that it would be blasted into fragments and driven into the flesh. I think that the bomber was hoping for larger fragments than I found."

"Thank you, Hodgins."

"You have a DNA test to prove that this was Ken?" Officer Swan swallowed.

"No. He had his drivers license with him."

"Officer, what was your connection to Ken?"

"We had gone to high school together. Same classes, almost. We kept in contact as friends for a long time. I helped him meet Molly..."

"I'm so sorry..."

"I just can't, for the life of me, think who would have done this. I know he came to us requesting a few restraining orders, but I don't know who against. He always acted as though things were perfect. If he had a trouble in the world, nobody knew it. I never knew he had problems this large with anyone."

"Angela?" Bones knocked on the door to Angela's station. It was open a crack, but she knocked all the same.

"Couldn't you just go in?"

"With Angela and Hodgin's stations, it's always a good idea to knock." Bones explained, earning a pair of wide eyes on Officer Swan's part.

"Come on in, sweetie." Angela said.

Bones led Officer Swan in, rather relieved not to find that Hodgins wasn't in.

"Do you have Ken's divers license's picture?"

"Yes, let me pull it up."

She showed Officer Swan a picture of a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, and brown eyes.

"Oh, my God…" Officer Swan swallowed. "That's him…"

"Could we please have his address?" Bones asked.

"Yes, of course…here." The officer handed Bones a sheet of paper containing the address and directions.

"Thank you. Angela, I'm going to get Booth. We've got a survivor to find."