Disclaimer: Still not mine.
"I've identified the murder weapon," Hodgins called from his station a few days later.
Everyone walked over and saw a dagger on Hodgins computer screen.
He continued, "Its a V-42 combat knife issued to Devil's Brigade Commandos. It has a seven inch blade but the full length is twelve and a half inches. I also noticed that there were cracks in the skull with particulates that could have come from the butt of the knife."
"So," Brennan wondered. "We're looking for a Devil's Brigade Commando with one of these knives?"
"Not necessarily," Hodgins replied. "People have made replicas using much of the same stuff. The murderer could still be anyone. I'll go over the rest of the body for any other particulates that can give us at least a general area."
"Alright," Cam sighed. "Get on it."
"I have the victim's face," Angela said. "I'm was just going to run it through the missing person's files."
She hurried back to her computer and got started. She glanced at the face she had, the face of a beautiful girl. Somehow, the girl seemed familiar. Angela was determined to find out why and help solve the case. Less than five minutes later, she had her answer.
"Victim's name is Hope Chase. Twenty-eight years old. She was two month's pregnant when she went missing over three months ago." She hesitated before adding, "We went to college together. Me, Hope, Charlene, Vivian, Kaitlyn, Amber, Carl and Chris. We were a tight group of friends."
Brennan felt a wave of sadness for her friend, and she gave her a hug. Then the sound of Booth whistling from the entrance to the lab brought them back to the here and now. Booth wasn't alone. Along side him were four FBI lab-techs carrying a dead body up the steps to the platform.
"Another body showed up. Looks like the same cause of death so we might have a serial killer here."
Angela's eyes flashed in pain and anger before closing them for a second. Brennan noticed and quietly asked her, "Can you do this Angela?"
She bit her lip and slowly nodded. "I think so."
Brennan gave her a small smile and then turned to Hodgins, "Analyze the particulates in the wounds and see if we have the same murder weapon."
They pulled back the covering on the body and Angela gasped when she saw the face. There was still enough flesh and skin to see many of the details of it. "Kaitlyn..."
Angela whispered.
"You know the victim?" Booth asked.
She nodded, "Kaitlyn Holloway. She's twenty-eight as well. I haven't spoken to her or most of the others in about 5 years." Her voice began shake, "I'll go look up her missing person's file and get the information to you."
With that, Angela hurried back to her office. Booth looked at Brennan in confusion, but she just shook her head. It was almost fifteen minutes later, and Angela was still in her office. Hodgins, who had just confirmed that the same murder weapon was used, went in to check on her. Angela was sitting at her desk staring at the screen with tears and mascara streaking down her face. He quickly came up behind her and tried to comfort her.
"She was pregnant too, Jack. Just over a month pregnant."
"Hey, we will get this bastard. Don't doubt it."
She shook her head as she thought about this whole case, and her own fears, "Jack, this psycho has hurt at least two of my friends, and both of them were pregnant. What if he targets me next?"
"Ange," Hodgins sighed, "he won't get you. Not with all of us here keeping an eye on you."
"Ange, do you not believe me when I tell you I won't let some crazy killer touch you?" Sarah's voice came from the door.
Angela smiled and Hodgins laughed, "You know Sarah here is very smart. And she can kick ass." That got laughs from the two girls. "I'd believe her if I were you."
"You have an FBI agent as a good friend, a forensic anthropologist who knows three types of karate as your best friend, and a boss who used to be a cop," Sarah stated. "You will be fine!"
"Alright, alright," Angela surrendered. "Damn hormones. I guess that's one of the things I really really hate about pregnancy. I'm sorry Sarah. I guess I'm just overreacting."
"You are, but I forgive you," Sarah smiled. "Now print out that info and get that to Booth before he comes here to get it himself."
--Hope Chase's Parent's House--
"Special Agent Seeley Booth, and this is my partner Dr. Brennan."
"Is this about our daughter, Agent Booth?" Hope's mother, Elizabeth, asked.
"I'm afraid so."
Elizabeth stepped aside and allowed the two of them to come in. "Can I get you guys anything? Water? Lemonade?"
Both of them shook their heads and they took seats at the couch and Elizabeth's husband, Jim, joined them.
"Did you find her?" Jim asked.
Temperance spoke up, "I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Chase, but Hope is dead. Her body was discovered a few days ago."
Elizabeth began sobbing and Jim began comforting his wife. He asked another question more out of hope and desperation if anything, "Did she suffer?"
Booth shook his head, "She didn't feel a thing." He hesitating before asking, "Did she have a boyfriend?"
Elizabeth nodded, "His name is Mathew Perry. He seems like such a sweet guy."
"Hope was coming over to spend the weekend visiting us," Jim said quietly. "She never arrived. We called Mathew and he had said that she had left safely, but there were no car accidents on any of the roads leading here. It was like she had completely disappeared."
"Is it possible that we can get Mathew's number and address from you?"
Jim nodded and scribbled the information down and handed the paper to Booth. Booth handed him his card, "If you have any more information or questions for us, give us a call."
"Will do," he replied.