(AN: Thanks to REVIEWERS: Cremant, Southunlady, Rankor01, B-BSILENTSURRENDER, EverythingEventually, MiseryMaker, jenlovesbones, campus queen, UltimateWhovian1010, glosslalia, SamuraiKitty, and Matt. I still don't know where I'm going with this but since everyone wants more I will continue it. I think I might have an idea, but I'm still not sure. And after reading it again I agreed that there were some loose ends I need to tie up, and I hate leaving loose ends. It won't be terrible long, but a few chapters. Also, I think I will have this take place between the 'hole in the heart' episode, and the finale but pieces of both may or may not be mentioned. You have been warned. Also, sorry for the short chapter. I'll update ASAP. Please REVIEW!
The Team sat in the employee lounge of the Jeffersonian. Angela had retrieved her and Hodgins' son Michael from her father and she was silently rocking him while he slept. Everyone was silent, and every so often one of them would glance to the blackened walls of the room their friends had supposedly died in.
"Hacker notified me that we will not be getting an official agent," Cam suddenly told them. "We will be consulted with cases, but will not work with the FBI as partners."
"Can they do that?" Hodgins asked.
Cam shrugged. "Clark will also be working here in Dr. Brennan's place, since he has the most experience, and a doctorate."
"What about us?" Wendell asked, speaking for Brennan's interns.
"You will continue to rotate temporarily. Until you either leave or find permanent work places."
"Do they know who put the bomb there?" Arastoo asked.
"I spoke with investigators and they won't release the information."
"Of course not, they don't have any," Hodgins snapped. "We all know the only ones who would be able to find out who's responsible for Dr. B and Agent Booth's deaths are Dr. B and Booth."
1 week before….
"Bones! Hey, Bones! We got a case!"
Brennan looked up as Booth entered Limbo. She was standing over a skeleton that she believed was from the civil war era. That was about as far as she was in identifying it before her partner entered.
"Now, Booth? I just started my examination of this skeleton-"
"Come on, Bones. This guys been dead, what? Fifty years? We have a fresh body just waiting for you to tell us who it is."
Brennan gave him a slightly annoyed look but slid off her gloves and turned to Wendell, who was somehow invisible to the agent. "Put the bones back in the box, and place it in my office."
Wendell nodded and started replacing the bones into the box. Brennan slipped off her lab coat and took it to her office.
"I thought the FBI would take us off cases until they evaluated our emotional state after seeing Mr. Nigel-Murray shot," Brennan said.
"They only do that when FBI agents lose partners, Bones. They don't do that for lab techs."
"What makes us less important than agents? We essentially solve the murders, yet you continue to take the credit."
"Hey, I give you and the squints credit."
"You do." She walked past him and they went out to Booth's SUV.
"Alright, Bones, what did I miss?" Booth asked.
"Nothing. Oh, Angela was taken to the hospital this morning, so I suppose you did miss something."
"Is she okay?"
"Of course, Booth. She just went into labor she should be fine in a few hours."
"You seem worried."
"Why would I be worried? Angela is a strong, healthy woman she should be find. She and Hodgins are happy….together and they both want this. Why would I be worried?"
Booth gave her a questioningly glance, but shut up as they approached the crime scene. They were directed slightly further down along the path, where a body had been pulled from the river. Brennan automatically knelt down beside it, pulling on her latex gloves.
"The victim is female, I would estimate age to be approximately eighteen to twenty years. She appears to be of Caucasian descent. She has been dead less than twelve hours, Booth." Brennan looked up. "There are also marks and wearing on the exterior of the wrists and ankles. She was bound before she was killed."
"So she was murdered?"
"There are stab wounds to the sternum, so yes I believe she was. Then she was deposited here, where the water washed away the blood. Have the forensic techs gather water and soil samples, and the body should be sent to the lab."
"You heard the lady!" Booth called to the techs.
Brennan pulled a small folded paper out of the girl's pocket and slowly unfolded it. "Booth!" she called.
He glanced in her direction.
"It's a receipt," she said.
"For what?"
"Our victim."
Booth slowly took the piece of paper from her hands. "Kyra Willows, age nineteen. That's that girl who disappeared three years ago from South Carolina. She was taken right from her home. They looked everywhere for months."
"She's only been dead for a few hours. Where would she have hidden?"
"I've seen this before, Bones," he said angrily. "It's human trafficking. She was kidnapped and sold into slavery."
"If someone paid for her why would they kill her?"
