Sorry about how long it took for me to get this up! I was busy for a while and then my internet went down!!! It was ridiculous!!! Anyways... hope you enjoy!! =)

Zack's room was bland, white and strangely fuzzy, the door closed off with yellow tape. Hodgins was scoping the room for anything he could use while Booth and I were standing just outside, watching and waiting as Hodgins scooped up dust and particulates.

"Why am I here, Booth? There are no bones," I said, sighing.

"You think like Zack. I thought you could... you know... look around and see if anything's off."

"Off how?" I asked.

"Come on, Bones. Out of place. Doesn't fit. Just..." he gestured inside the room expectantly.

I sighed and peered around, although there wasn't much to look at. I studied every individual area, keeping Zack's mannerisms and habits in mind.

"You know, this would be a lot easier if I had an idea of what I was looking..." Hodgins paused, staring down at one of the corners, "for... I found something!" he exclaimed excitedly, kneeling down, keeping his eyes fixated on the same spot.

"Couldn't that have come from the roof or something?" Booth asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"It would be thicker," Hodgins said. "I'll be able to tell once I get it to the lab."

"Booth..." I said, my eyes suddenly glancing out of the window into the darkness that surrounded the facility.

"Yeah?" he asked, his hands on his hips with his coat pushed back.

"What's that out there?" I asked, pointing.

Booth followed my gaze out the window and then turned to several of the police officers around him. "Has the entire perimeter been searched?"

"Yes, Agent Booth," one of the officers replied.

"And no one's been in or out?"

"No, sir."

"Booth, that's a body..." I said, fear suddenly pulsing through my body and ran outside.

It was hanging from a tree about a yard away from the building by a rope tied to its wrists. Once I got up to it, it took me a moment to figure out what I was seeing. It was a complete skeleton, all the pieces having been taped together precariously. It was a female Caucasian around her early twenties. What was odd, though, was that it looked as if the bones had been cleaned. Taped to the right foot was a folded piece of paper. Throwing on a pair of gloves, I carefully removed and opened it. It read:

Dear Temperance,

How did I die? Unlike a dozen suits, bones do not lie.

I stared at the piece of paper when Booth suddenly ran up beside me.

"Ohh! That's a body!"

"It's not Zack," I said.

"Well that's double the good news because thanks to that," he pointed at the remains, "this is now a homicide investigation and possible kidnap. My territory."

"Kidnap?" I asked, the word hitting me suddenly and making me nervous. Did he know?

"Yeah. We found two sets of tracks outside of Zack's window and- get this- drag marks in-between them."

"So..."

"So someone comes to Zack's room, knocks him out and drags him off. We should be getting a call from the kidnapper soon with demands. You know what I wonder, though... Why kidnap someone from a mental institution, you know? That's feels off to me."

"Me, too," I agreed, although I already had the answer to that.

"And then this," he said, gesturing to the body. "Why leave this behind?"

"You're jumping to conclusions, Booth. This might not be connected to Zack's disappearance."

"Well, then it's some freaky coincidence. Come on, Bones, a kidnapping and murder on the same night in the exact same place? This is the kidnapper's... hey, is that a letter? Let me see it," he said and took it from me before I had given him permission. As he read it, he mumbled the words to himself and then glanced up at me. "What the hell does that mean?"

"I think whoever put this here wants us to find this woman's killer."

"Why not send it to the Jeffersonian, then? Why hang it up here?" he said, observing the skeleton closely.

I shrugged.

"And why kidnap Zack? Unless... the kidnapper knows him, so maybe he's trying to get to somebody that Zack's close with... his family's not that wealthy, so he'd most likely contact you or Hodgins. Has anyone called you?"

"No, no one," I said, looking down at the letter in an attempt to avoid Booth's eye contact.

"It's okay, Bones... We'll find him," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. He must have misinterpreted my nervousness at being figured out for worry, which, for now, was useful.

"So, what can you tell me about this... uh..."

"Woman. Not much. Caucasian, mid-twenties. There's an indention in one of the rib bones, congruent with a stab."

"So, she was stabbed in the chest?"

"Yes. And then cleaned."

"Wait, what, cleaned?"

"Yes. These bones have been preserved much like we preserve remains at... the Jeffersonian." I stopped and looked at him. He was staring back at me with a knowing expression.

"Missing any skeletons, Bones?"

"I'll get Cam to check inventory," I said.

"You know what t his is starting to remind me of?" Booth asked.

I looked at him curiously. "What?"

"Gorma...geddeon."

"Gormogon. This isn't anything like him. Besides, you shot him."

"Yeah, but he might have fans out there."

"So they kidnapped Zack?"

"Maybe," he said, shrugging slightly as he mulled it over in his mind. I could already see him building up insane scenarios like he usually did. "I don't know. I'm just keeping open the possibilities, okay? Don't diss my system."

"I don't know what that means."

"Just... do your stuff," he said and then walked off, yelling for someone to bag whatever I wanted bagged or sent to the Jeffersonian. I watched him walk off for a second and then felt my hand suddenly go for the cell that was in my pocket. I wanted it to ring. I needed to talk to the kidnapper again, but I knew he wouldn't call. Not yet. Sighing, I looked up at the remains again, looking them over one more time before ordering for everything to be sent to the Jeffersonian.