A/N: Goldie and I would like to think each and everyone of you who have reviewed. Your words mean a lot to us, and help us write new chapters. The delay in getting this chapter up is mine (Wolfy) alone. I wanted to get it up Monday, put it turned into a very busy day. And so did Tuesday. Sorry. But we do hope you enjoy this one. And to all the non-Trekkers out there, we are trying to explain as much as we can about the small jokes we throw in here and there, but if you have questions, feel free to ask. And to all the Trekkers, if we get anything wrong, sorry about that too.


Spock, the women on your planet are logical. No other planet in the galaxy can make that claim.

-Captain James T. Kirk


Special Agent Seeley Booth leaned against a table, his ankles crossed and his arms folded over his chest. He watched quietly as his partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan, examined the remains of their Vulcan body. Agent Timlin had left shortly after introducing them to Dr. William Yates, the medical examiner. After a short round of facts exchanging, Dr. Yates led Booth and Brennan through the cold halls of the morgue and into a large room. Their Vulcan body was then removed from locker #47 and placed on a table for Brennan. Yates then excused himself, leaving the FBI agent and anthropologist alone. Booth studied the way Brennan moved around what was left of the body, carefully looking at each bone and gently picking up a fragment. Maybe, Booth started to himself, I should have called her Spock instead of Bones. After all, Spock was so logical, so emotionally checked. Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Sorry, what did you say?" Brennan rolled her eyes at her partner and then went back to her examination.

"I asked you if there's an ID yet?"

"No, not yet," Booth said, pulling his notebook from his inside pocket. "They ran his fingerprints, but no luck. There was no ID on him. No keycard for a hotel, not even his registration for the convention, which you're supposed to show to get in the place."

"So we have an unidentified…Vulcan…on our hands?" Booth pushed himself away from the table.

"Why, Bones, you have been listening," he teased with a smile. "Anyhow, from the lack of blood at the crime scene, we're looking at our drop point and not our murder area." Brennan pointed to the right hand. "Look at the hand," she said. "See how the fingers are glued together?" Booth pulled a crime photo from the file and held it out to Brennan. The picture was of the victim when it was found, and the hand was in the Vulcan greeting.

"The Vulcan greeting," he told her. "Remember yesterday?" Booth stuck the pose that he had done the day before. "Live long and prosper."

"What about the left hand?" Booth looked at the hand in question. It was closed tightly into a fist.

"Not part of it," he said.

"Looks like something is in it." Brennan reached over and grabbed the hand. Using her strength she peeled the fingers up. Inside she found a broken pendant. "What is it?" she asked picking it up. Booth shook his head.

"I'm not sure," he answered, holding up an evidence bag. "But I bet Trekkie boy will know." Brennan dropped the pendant in the bag, and as Booth closed it she reached over to a nearby table and picked up the Klingon knife that was found with the body.

"This could very well be the murder weapon," she said. "See the nicks on his ribs here? But it wasn't the tool that was used to skin him."

"So we're looking for a second weapon as well."

"Yes, I'm guessing a standard Buck knife or something similar. Something a little less…far fetched." Booth smiled as Brennan laid the knife back down. She looked back over at him and swept one hand over the remains. "Tell me about it." Booth cocked an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not your assistant," he said with a smile.

"I know that, Booth. But it doesn't hurt to challenge your mind a little."

"You don't think what I do is a challenge?" Booth questioned.

"No, I never said that. What you do is a great challenge. Not everybody can do it. But you're always trying to get me to listen to my gut, it won't hurt you to listen to that logical part of your brain. Now, tell me what you see." Booth took a deep breath as he let his eyes roam over the body.

"Well, I can that it's missing over half its skin."

"You knew that before we came." Booth pinched his lips together.

"I see that he's about 5 foot 9."

"Very good," Brennan said. "On both observations. What else?" Booth studied the body. Well, Bones has already pointed out the nicks on the ribs, he said to himself. I've already said gender and height. What am I missing? What does she want me to see? Brennan watched him as he studied the remains. She noticed the way his brow was ceased in deep thought. The way his eyes took in everything. Normally there were people around when she examined a body, or Booth was too busy giving her facts for her to do this. Finally he brought his eyes up to hers and she couldn't help but to notice that they were large pools of melted chocolate-where did that come from? She asked herself.

"There are places," he began. "Were the bones have been carved." Brennan nodded.

"Right. Small carvings that most people would miss."

"What are they carvings of?" Brennan handed him a magnifying glass.

"Take a look." Booth took the glass and bent over the body.

"What are they?"

"I don't know," Brennan answered as Booth stood back up. "They are all different. Some kind of ruins or something, but I'm not sure."

"Well, since this guy was dressed up like a Vulcan maybe they're Vulcan symbols."

"Or since a Kellogg knife was found next to him, maybe it means something to one of them."

"Klingon," Booth corrected. "Not Kellogg. And good thinking. We'll bring Angela back and have her sketch the marks, and then maybe Boy Genius can help us with this too."

"One more thing, Booth," Brennan said, taking the magnifying glass back from him and positioning it above the bottom most rib. "Look here." Booth did.

"47?" he questioned looking up and meeting her eyes.

"It's the only one I've found, but I thought it was…weird."

"I can't believe you left us there for four hours," Hodgins complained, as he followed his companions into a hotel lobby.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Angela said, putting down her bag.

"You're just saying that because that one Starfleet guy picked you up," Hodgins shot. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, children," Booth said. "You all stay here and I'll get some rooms." Angela, Brennan and Zack sat down in the overstuff chairs the hotel offered, but Hodgins choose to stand. Brennan half listened to Angela as Booth walked up to the counter. The young girl that worked there suddenly stood up straighter.

"Yes, sir, may I help you?" Booth flashed her a smile and lean against the counter.

"Yes, you can. I need 3 rooms please." The girl smiled and began to type the request into the computer.

"And for how many nights, sir?"

"Oh, let's start with three nights, but if need be, can we expand our stay?"

"Of course," the girl said. "Your name?"

"Seeley Booth," he said handing over his ID and credit card. While the girl fulfilled the request, Booth looked back at Brennan and smiled.

"Here you go, sir," the girl said. She handed Booth three key cards. "Have a good stay and if you need anything, please let me know."

"Thank you." Booth took the keys and began to walk back to his co-workers. As he closed the short distant, a woman standing off to the side caught his attention. She was tall, with long blonde hair. She gave him a wide smile and batted her lashes at him. Booth quickly pulled his eyes away and swallowed hard.

"Here we go," he said coming to stand in front of Brennan. He handed her one key. "You and Angela are in room 45." He handed a second keycard to Hodgins. "You and the kid are in room 47."

"47?" Hodgins asked. Booth nodded.

"And I'll be right across the hall in room 46."

"Hey, how come you get your own room?" Hodgins asked.

"Simple, the FBI is paying for the rooms. Now, lets get settled so we can get back to work." They all nodded. They picked up their bags and followed Booth to the elevator. "Meet back down in the lobby in 25 minutes."

"Right."

Booth sat in one of the large chairs in the lobby. He glanced at his watch and then back to his notes. He still had five minutes before the rest of the team came down. He quickly read over everything he had written down throughout the day, stopping from time to time to ponder over a note or a comment. Booth turned his head one-way and cracked his neck, and as he did he noticed a pair of red shoes. He followed up to a pair of shapely and toned legs. His eyes came to the hem of a red dress, a slim waist, full breasts, and then the same smile as earlier. When he made it to a pair of blue eyes he smiled. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"I sure hope you can," the woman said sitting down next to him. "Savannah Sinclair." Booth took the offered hand.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth." Savannah crossed her long legs.

"I noticed you earlier, Agent Booth, and couldn't help but to wonder if I could buy you a cup of coffee." Booth gave a slight, nervous laugh.

"Thank you for the offer, Ms. Sinclair, but I'm afraid that I'm here on business."

"Oh, I understand, but you can't work all the time, now can you?" Again a slight laugh and a sigh of relief as the elevator doors opened and Brennan stepped out.

"Sorry, Ms. Sinclair," Booth said standing. "But I must be going." Savannah flashed a bright smile, as Booth walked away. Booth hurried to Brennan and, taking her elbow, quickly left the lobby.

"What's the hurry, Booth?" Brennan asked. As the doors closed behind them, Booth threw a look over his shoulder.

"Just wanted some fresh air," he lied. "Is Angela and the rest coming?" Brennan looked through the glass doors and smiled when she saw the blonde.

"Are you running away, Seeley Booth?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then why the hurry? Blondie too much for you to handle?"

"Of course not, I'm just ready to get moving. Where are those squints?" Brennan laughed.


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