I wonder if people don't really like the psycho killer aspect in stories like this, or I just suck that bad as a writer. Not to many people reading, if you do like it and have been keeping up with the story and reviewing I thank you, as for everyone else…I still love you. Anyways here is the next chapter, it's a little more intense then the last so I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Do not own.

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After the awkward encounter with his boss, it didn't take long for Booth to get ready. The cold shower shocked his nerves, calming the rest of his body down giving him just enough time for a military shower. While he was showering Brennan sat in the kitchen talking on the phone with Angela filling her in on the recent findings.

"As soon as Booth gets out of the shower and gets ready we're heading over to Caroline's to examine the body and look for clues."

"Wait. Earlier you said Booth was already up and ready to go. OMG! you were talking about a different kind of up weren't you?" questioned Angela.

Temperance couldn't help the blush from creeping over her features. "I will not confirm nor deny any happenings that might have occurred this morning when you called."

"I hate you. You know I would tell you if I hopped in the sack with a sexy FBI Agent."

"Yes but I would not ask if you did or not, you just openly offer the information even when we don't want to hear it."

"If you were here I would totally stick my tongue out at you."

"That's real mature Angela." replied Brennan with a laugh. She stopped when Booth walked in the kitchen wearing a pair of jeans and no shirt. He noticed her admiring the view and smiled as he made an elaborate show of putting on his t-shirt.

"And if you were here right now Ange I would say, nana boo boo. Because I have a spectacular view."

Her eyes met his and they shared the same look they had earlier in his bed.

"Angela I have to go..bye" she didn't even wait for her friend to reply before closing her phone. She gave Booth a smile and let her eyes roam his body one more time before speaking.

"Ready to go?"

Booth took a couple of quick steps towards her and was standing inches away from her body.

"I'm ready but if you keep looking at me like that my clod shower would have been for nothing and I don't think I would be in a pleasant mood walking around all day with a hard on with your name on it Temperance. " he growled playfully.

"Don't worry it wouldn't be all day. Why do you think I wore a skirt and maybe later you can find out if I'm actually wearing any underwear?" She teased.

Booth groaned as they headed for the door wishing he had x-ray vision to see if she was or not.

"We have to talk about this at some point as well."

"We will, but first we have work to do."

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Caroline Julian's home was filled with FBI and local PD. Brennan had to work her way around all the crime scene tape and evidence markers just to make it over to the body. Once she made it to the kitchen she greeted Cullen and Cam who were there discussing what they've found.

"Dr. Brennan there really isn't any need for your expertise, the murderer pretty much gave us everything except his name." informed Cam.

Brennan looked slightly confused, but peering over the kitchen counter she saw Caroline's body minus the head laying next to a bloody double sided axe. There was also a syringe with some sort of knock out agent inside. Cam was placing it in an evidence bag to take back to the Jeffersonian.

The smeared blood on the counter made her blood run cold.

'Only the beginning Dr. Brennan.'

"Does this look odd to anyone?" asked Temperance.

"Dead body, blood smears. Maybe to a normal person I would say yes but to us… no not really." replied Booth.

Brennan made her way around the counter, careful not to disturb the body or any other evidence.

"Something just doesn't feel right, look at the counter. Caroline was preparing coffee for her and another person. There seems to be no signs of a struggle, she never thought she was in any danger which means who ever killed her was someone she knew and trusted." she explained.

"Dr. Brennan that is a bold claim, I know you have been working well with Agent Booth but why don't you leave the speculations to us and you worry about your facts and science." said Cullen

Brennan was about to go off on one of her rants before Booth spoke.

"He's right Bones. Caroline had a lot of enemies being a state prosecutor. We don't know if she was expecting someone or they might have been here and taken by the killer or what. There isn't enough evidence yet to make assumptions."

'Assumptions?'

She felt sick, she felt like someone just sucker punched her in the stomach and everyone was getting a good laugh. He partner just metaphorically threw her under the bus in front of his boss as well as hers.

"Cam, can I get a ride back to the lab? I think it would be a good idea to leave the investigators here to collect their evidence and orchestrate their theories while I go collect my evidence and hard facts." she stated coldly.

"Sure." replied came, afraid to say no with the look of hell in Brennan's eyes.

Booth couldn't even bring himself to look at her, he knew the look he was getting. The one that always made him feel small and cowardly. He didn't need another cold shower, one look in that woman's eyes was enough to freeze a man to his core.

"I'm sorry if I offended you Dr. Brennan but please understand that this is a very sensitive situation. I have a dead state prosecutor, a killer on the loose as well as an escaped mental patient and heads are being delivered to you after being attacked by the alleged killer. Please forgive me for not being opened minded to your theory but I just need a little more to go on, and for the time being Agent Booth is not to leave your side till we catch this man. He obviously wants you in his little game if not a piece of it and I am not willing to lose my best homicide investigators." Cullen stated firmly.

"Fine, I will cooperate against my better judgment. But I don't need a babysitter."

"Bones!" Booth warned.

"Do not speak to me right now." she hissed and he shut up.

They were both on edge, squaring off at one another when Brennan's phone rang.

"Brennan" she huffed.

"Good morning Dr. Brennan. How is your head? A lot better than Ms. Julian's I imagine." said the creepy voice on the other end of the line.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she replied harshly into the phone catching everyone's attention.

"I want to play a game."

"Well I'm sorry but I am not particularly fond of games."

"Oh you will be Dr. Brennan. See the game I'm playing involves the people closest to you. You may think your tough and can compartmentalize things but what happens when it's the people you care about that are the ones dropping like flies? Take Ms. Montenegro for instance, I know she is your best friend and right now she looks deep in thought in her office. Maybe I should go say Hi?'

"NO!" Brennan screamed into the phone. She heard nothing in return just a hideous laughter on the other end.

"You touch her or anyone I care about I will kill you myself you Bastard…do you hear me!!" she yelled.

"Now…now it's not a good idea to threaten or piss off a psychopath. Just know this Dr. Brennan, I am watching and I will make your life a living hell.'

The phone line went dead and Brennan tried her best not to let out the sob of fear she was holding in. As soon as she composed herself she hit the number three on her speed dial and held the phone to her ear.

"Bones what the hell is going on? Who was that on the phone and what did they say?" Booth pressed as she ignored him, she was more concerned about her friend at the moment.

"Hi sweetie what's up?"

"ANGELA! Oh thank God your ok." Temperance sighed in relief.

"Of coarse I am honey. Why wouldn't I be?" she questioned, getting a little worried by the tone of her friend's voice.

"Angela listen to me, the killer just called me and he was watching you in your office. He said he wanted to play a game and hurt the people closest to me. I need for you to find Hodgins and stay in plain sight until Booth and I get there, I don't think he will attack when you're out in the open."

Just then the all the power in the Jeffersonian went out and Angela was left in nothing but darkness.

"Oh shit Bren, I'm scared… the power just went off… everything is black and I don't want to leave my office. Can't I just shut the door till you guys get here?"

"Give me the phone Bones." Booth demanded holding out his hand. When she turned away from him he grabbed her arm and pulled the phone from her hand.

"Angela listen to me very carefully, stay on your cell phone with me and make your way out to the platform. I don't want you in that office there is only one way out so talk to me and walk out there and get Hodgins."

"Ok…ok…ok, I am walking to my door and I really don't want to do this Booth." She begged him not to make her.

"Its ok Angela, don't think about what Bones said earlier just walk and talk to me on the phone. Did she tell you she tried to jump me this morning… a couple of times?"

"I did no such thing!" chide Brennan in the background. Angela tried to laugh but her eyes filled with tears of fear.

"You two should really just stop pretending there is nothing there and jump each other already." She laughed again then stopped moving.

"I think all pretending is over-"

"Booth….someone's here. I can see movement coming down the hall towards me." She whispered trying to hold back a fearful sob.

"Shit. Angela listen to me. Run…run back to your office and shut the door and hide. Find something you can use as a weapon and wait, Bones and I are on our way and I have Agents heading over there as we speak so go now and hold tight."

Angela didn't respond, she was busy watching the figure move slowly down the hall then stop about ten feet away from her. A shimmer of light reflected off an object the figure was holding and when Angela was certain it was a knife she took off running as fast as she could towards her office. The pounding footsteps behind her reverberated in her ears as she stretched her legs to run as fast as she could to safety.

As she reached her door, slamming it shut and locking it she fell backwards when the killer started stabbing the knife through the wooden door causing Angela to scream. Her scream intensified after the killer stopped stabbing the door and looked in the office window down at her, he was wearing a black ski mask so she couldn't distinguish facial features, but his eyes…his eyes she was sure she would never forget as long as she lived. They were cold blue, lifeless eyes; scare the shit out of you eyes. He took his knife and tapped it on the window at her before taking something out of his pocket and sliding it through one of the holes in the wooden door then disappearing into the dark hallway.

Angela curled herself up in a ball and sobbed, the shock from the attack rendered her motionless so she sat there and waited.

So what do you think so far? Crazy killer cutting off people's heads, possibly someone they all know? Booth betrays Bones, looks like he might not get any after all. And poor Angela, at least she was smart enough not to keep walking down the hall, and what was the paper the killer stuck through the door? That will be in the next chapter!!! Happy New Year to everyone!!!

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