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"Bren what are you doing here?" Angela turned to face her friend from the platform, as she walked into the Jeffersonian the next morning.

"Sorry I'm late." Brennan rushed in as Hodgins and Zach looked up in surprise. "My alarm didn't go off."

"We didn't expect you to be here today Dr. Brennan," Zach replied methodically.

"Well you know. I'm fine, " Brennan responded, "I'll just go and get somethings from my office and we can get started."

Brennan moved toward her office and dropped her coat and bag on her couch.

"Hey," Angela entered her office, "So are you feeling okay?"

"Like I already told Zach, I'm fine Ange."

"Thats good, thats great," Angela was sitting on the fence, "I just thought that perhaps you wouldn't be able to sleep last night. I don't think I would have been able to..."

Angela smiled at her expectantly. Brennan narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Did Angela know?

"I slept well."

"Great," Angela smiled again fiddling with her necklace, "So I'll see you out there."

Angela turned to leave and Brennan got back to collecting her equipment.

"Oh by the way," Angela stopped at the door, "I heard some really strange noises in the middle of the night. I could've sworn it was Booth!"

Brennan turned her head sharply but recovered in time and turned back to her equipment.

"I must have been dreaming..." Angela said, almost to herself.

Brennan let out a sigh as Ange left. She picked up her case files and put her lab coat on before heading out again. She was skimming through the folder and looked up just in time to see Cam leave her office followed closely by Booth. He looked a little tense, Cam looked cold.

"Dr. Brennan," Cam acknowledged formally, "I didn't expect you to be here this morning."

Brennan regarded her carefully, Booth waited for her reaction nervously. The events of last night ran through their minds.

"I'm feeing alot better today-"

"I'm sure you are." Cam cut in coolly.

"So I decided my services could be put to better use here," Brennan replied calmly.

"Great. The corpse awaits you on the platform," Cam moved on. "Case #1032. John Doe was found in an abandoned apartment block yesterday morning. Doused in gasoline and set alight. First of all he needs identification, a face and cause of death."

"I'll get right on it." Brennan replied as she moved toward the platform.

A burnt corpse lay upon the table.

"Dr. Brennan I've already cleared some of the residue of the bones," Zach stated.

"And I've cleared the sediments which are being tested now," Hodgins replied competitively.

"Thank you. Fourth degree burns to the body. Body lies in foetal position. No signs of abnormal tissue damage..." Brennan began her preliminary examination.

"Apart from the burnt bits..." Hodgins quirked.

"Angela could you begin a facial reconstruction once I'm done with the skull?" Brennan was all professional.

"Absolutely," Angela nodded, "But I'm going to need to be taken back to the scene in order to reconstruct the scenario."

"I'm sure Booth can arrange that."

The drive to the apartment block had been somewhat silent. Hodgins had assisted Angela with the Lab van; they were both driving in that van. They had hinted to Brennan that they wanted to ride alone to go over the findings; ofcourse and Brennan had ended up riding with Booth.

"So is everything okay between you and Cam?" Brennan broke the silence.

"Sure," Booth answered somewhat forcefully, "Everything's just fine."

"Its that I couldn't help notice that things seemed a little tense this morning," Brennan treaded carefully, "After she hung up last night, I-"

"I spoke to her about it this morning," Booth cut in, more sharply than he had intended, "She thought you were at my house..."

"Oh."

"I explained to her that you were having a rough time and you needed me there. Its the truth."

Brennan watched as Booth clutched the steering with a bit more force than was necessary. After a few more minutes she broke the silence again.

"Well I think Angela knows, she came into my office this morning, with this huge smirk plastered across her face, she was searching for information."

Booth nodded and half-smiled, it sounded like Angela.

"Why did she call last night?" Cam was still on both their minds.

Booth sighed.

"I asked her this morning, she said she needed my assistance with some of the Bureau paperwork. I figured it was something more."

"I agree," Brennan replied matter-of-factly, "No one phones at that hour in the morning to discuss paperwork."

Booth looked at her exasperatedly, holding back the sarcasm.

Back at the Jeffersonian

"Tom Gallagher, 40 year old male." Angela held her clipboard as the image of a tall slender man appeared against the golden orbs of the Angelator. His skeletal features had been cross-matched for his identification and from his ID photo, Angela had created the image. He had black hair and brown eyes. His face was thin and bony, he had a menacing appearance.

"We are unsure of how he died," Zach began as he entered the room followed shortly by Hodgins, "There were no lacerations or damage to the bones."

"Bones diseases? Muscle-deterioration illnesses?" Brennan asked.

"None what so ever," Hodgins replied, "Although blood composition was somewhat abnormal, tests indicate that the blood was still being pumped through his body when he was set alight."

Angela looked up, shocked what this could mean.

"He was burned alive," Zach replied.

"Who could do such a thing?" Angela thought.

"Could you add all the extra information into the simulation Ange?" Bones requested, "Whoever did this must have had some explanation, however unjust."

"Okay. The assailant entered the building through the front door..."

A square room appeared. It was amazing what Angela could design just observing the scene, while she was at the apartment block, she had manupulated each detail in order to process the scenario.

A man about 6ft tall enters through the front door along with Gallagher. Both stand face to face in the room. The assailant makes a blow to the right side of Gallagher's jaw, knocking him unconscious.

"Thats not possible," Brennan interrupted analytically, "There weren't any indications of a punch to the face."

"This doesn't make sense," Hodgins stated, "Why would Gallagher willingly go to the apartment block if he knew he was going to be murdered?"

The squints thought about this for a moment.

"He didn't have any choice." Brennan decided momentarily, "Hodgins you mentioned that Gallagher's blood composition was abnormal, this may have been because he was drugged. His assailant forced him into the building and doused him thinking that no one would discover him for quite some time."

"Dr. Brennan, you are a genius!" Hodgins exclaimed as he left.

"Zach, can you run those tests. Angela can you modify the scenario, The FBI is going to want to know who Gallagher is, and who wanted him dead."

Zach disappeared, leaving Brennan and Angela alone in the office. Angela sat at her desk. Brennan examined the case file, making some notes.

"So Bren, how are you?" Angela asked after some time while she worked away on her computer, "Do you want to talk about anything? Because you know we could talk. If you wanted."

Brennan studied her cautiously.

"Is there something you want to tell me Ange?"

"Ok fine," Angela turned her full attention to Brennan. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer, "I know that you and Booth went out last night. I was worried that something had happened, that maybe you had been kidnapped..."

Brennan cocked an eyebrow.

"I know, crazy. But I figured you wouldn't have had time to grab your shoes and coat if you had been kidnapped." She smiled, "So where did he take you?"

Brennan paused, contemplating whether to tell her or not. She busied herself with some equipment.

"...To the beach."

Angela let out a squeal, Brennan was sure that the whole institution had heard it.

"Angela, what were doing up in the middle of the night?" Brennan asked curiously after a moment.

"Oh um." Angela turned away guiltily and Brennan eyed her.

"Hodgins called and asked if I wanted to come over." Angela said slowly, "What! its not like you noticed I was gone!" Angela covered up quickly and Brennan tried to hide a smile.

"Hey Bones." Booth entered the office, "I need to talk to you."

Angela hid a grin as he approached, Brennan rolled her eyes. However Booth sounded serious.

"You know the case we're working on," Brennan nodded as he continued, "We managed to pull off some fingerprints from the apartment building. We may have found the murderer."

"Okay," Brennan replied, "Whose fingerprints?"

Booth lowered his voice to remain discreet. He paused before he gently continued.

"Max Keenan."

A/N

Okay. So the weather was scotching over here and I stayed at home and decided to do something useful, write another chapter!

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