I am so lame. But there is love for it, right? RIGHT?! Hey, where did everybody go. Anyhoo, we all know I don't own Bones, right? Okay then, let's continue on. Oh and I think I'll use first person instead of third person right now like I used in the first chapter. Mainly cuz it'll be a lot easier. But there will be some times when I used third person. But I will let you know beforehand.

FIRST PERSON POV!

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"No, Lance," I said before the man in the doorway even had a chance to say anything.

"How did you know it was me?" I heard him ask as I looked up from her newly decorated desk.

"Lucky guess," I stated before leaning back in my chair. "Now, what do you need? And no, I will not tell you my age or tell you anything about me."

"I'll just go to Cam then," he said, a triumphant little smirk on his face.

"She won't give you my file," I told him, standing up. "It's all locked up and safe." The smirk on his face disappeared and I chuckled a little at him. "Now, what do you need?" I repeated again.

"Brennan and Booth are back with the body, or what's left of it," he told me. "They need you downstairs now." I nodded and stepped out past him.

"You were Jasmine perfume," he stated just as soon as we were outside my office. I turned to face him, my hands on my hips before nodding.

"Do you normally go around sniffing people?" I asked him before turning on my heels and walking away, not even expecting a right answer from him. I entered the lab, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on before walking up to the table that Brennan and Hodgins were at. I greeted them with a small smile before asking, "What have you got so far?"

"Well," Brennan began, "we know it's a little boy from the remains we have left and that he's about the age of ten, but we have yet to figure out how he died." I help up his skull before Angela came into the lab.

"I'll be needing that," Angela said, pointing at the skull I was holding. My eyebrows came together in confusion before I realized that she was probably the one to give us an actual picture of the child's face. I smiled at Angela before saying, "Could you wait a while?"

"Why? What'd you find?" Hodgins asked, probably wondering how I found something that they missed. It wouldn't surprise me that I did really, the body just got here.

"There are tiny cracks along the cheekbones here," I said, pointing at the cracks with my pinky. "Maybe this child was abused and these are healed wounds?" I looked over at Brennan, secretly wanting her approval. She nodded in understanding.

"That would explain the many cracks throughout this child's body," Brennan said, before looking closely at the radius and pointing out a few cracks in the bone.

"So, if we find out who abused this child, we may find the killer," I said simply. Probably stating what everyone else knew, but still, I said it. "But how did this child die?" I said, staring at the bones before looking back up at Angela. "Here," I said, handing her the skull.

"The sooner we get an ID, the sooner we can find the family and figure this out," Brennan said.

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"What the heck are you eating?" an all too familar voice said from the doorway of my office.

"You can't just leave me be for like, five minutes, huh?" I asked Lance after I swallowed a bite of what I was eating.

"Nope," he said, sliding into my office. "Again, what are you eating?" I looked over at the last piece of food in my hand before looking back up at him and answering.

"It was a blueberry waffle with cream cheese on it," I told him before shoving the last bite into my mouth. He wrinkled his nose at it. "Do you need something in particular?" I asked him, folding both my hands on my desk. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't get it out in time. Booth ran into my office, huffing and puffing.

"Yes, Agent Booth?" I said, aknowedging his prescence.

"Bones needs you," he told me. I got up from my seat, grabbing my water bottle and walking past both men slowly, before looking at Booth.

"Why do you call her 'Bones'?" I asked him. He just smiled and I thought it was a little inside joke and decided not to push it any further and walked out of my office.

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"You found the identity of the child," I said as Booth, Lance and I entered Angela's office and looking at her computer screen to find a picture of a boy with big brown eyes and matching hair color staring back at us.

"Yep," Angela said, nodding. "He was in the system."

"Jonathon Beasom," I said, reading his name out loud. "He's been missing for ten months."

"Yes," Brennan said. I stood up to my full height and looked over at her.

"Why would the people who were inflicting bodily harm on this boy report him missing?" Angela asked.

"Maybe they weren't the ones hurting him?" Booth supplied.

"Or maybe," I said, looking down at the picture of the Jonathon Beasom, "they missed their punching bag."

"Maybe," Lance's voice said and I looked over at him. I forgot the psych guy was still here. I shook my head of all thoughts before looking over at Brennan.

"They could be covering up the fact that they killed him as well," I stated.

"Yeah," she said before looking at Booth. "Maybe we should go have a talk with the parents?" They started to head out the door and as they did, I snuck another look at the boy before calling out to them. They stopped and looked at me.

"Maybe I could come as well?" I asked. "You know, to get a feel for the field work of it all?" They looked at each other before Brennan answered.

"Sure," she told me and in a matter of minutes, we were in an SUV heading towards the Beasom residence.

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What do ya think? Hmm?