Hey guys, sorry about some of the typos in the last chapter! I didn't notice them until later, and I'll probably repost but still, sorry! Now we let the games begin!

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The silence in the room seemed to extend past the far reaches of the estate. The nervous energy became a tangible entity and even Booth couldn't stop the knot of dread from forming in his throat. He felt Bones take a step closer to him, tension radiating off of her. Before they could speak, a single spot light came on soundlessly, shining on the body in the chair and catching the partners in its inky edges. Shocked gasps rose from the crowd behind them and Booth squeezed the hand now holding his. Once their eyes adjusted to the new element, they noticed the sign now sitting against the victim's chest.

Let's play a game, it will be fun.

They'll all start dying one by one.

You have a choice, don't have to play.

But guests won't live another day.

Or solve the clues, I hope you can.

Before it spells

B-R-E-N-N-A-N

"Booth," she breathed next to him, "It's, it's in blood."

The lights came back up, but no one moved. Looks of horror covered everyone's faces.

"What's going on," a voice demanded from the crowd.

"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth from the FBI and this is Doctor Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian. Please, everyone just stay here, don't leave this room. We have the situation under control." He turned back to Bones who was still staring at the sign intently.

"I can't determine if it's his," she mumbled to herself as she reached a hand towards the sign. This time Booth grabbed her arm, swinging her towards him.

"Don't touch the body Bones," he hissed, glancing towards the group of nervous party-goers. She turned back towards the sign, reading it again.

"We have to play," she said, more to herself than the man gripping her elbow.

"Absolutely not," he said with an alarmed look, "We are not playing with this murderer, this sicko."

She looked back at him, blue eyes shining with determination.

"We have to Booth, for them," she motioned to the patrons still huddled in a mass by the far windows. Booth looked from the crowd and back to his partner before pulling her through a doorway to the hall.

"Bones, I can't believe I'm saying this, but be rational," Booth was practically shouting at his partner, her face remaining passive, though her crossed arms suggested otherwise, "We can't indulge in a wild goose chase! If we just keep everyone here-"

"We risk their lives. Every single one," she cut in.

"No, if we keep everyone together, we keep them safe and under watch. I'll call for some local back up and we'll get everyone out. We keep them together, and we won't indulge in this twisted game. We do, people will get hurt. I can't have you running around like a game of Clue, it's too dangerous. We do this and people die"

"Overlooking your blatant disregard for the fact that I can take care of myself, I can beat him Booth. You know I can. Just trust me, we'll beat him," she stepped closer and placed her hand on his arm, "We'll solve this, and keep anyone else from getting hurt. We're the best." She gave him an imploring smile and saw his resolve weakening.

"Okay," he finally said, "But you still don't get a gun."

She simply smirked, "In this outfit, where would I keep it?"

They walked back in together, a pleasant smirk adorning Booth's face, and watched as the crowd became more restless.

"Agent Booth, what is going on," the same portly man demanded to murmurs of agreement behind him.

"Calm down everyone," he replied with a placating gesture, "Doctor Brennan and I intend to solve this case and keep everyone here safe."

No sooner than the last word was out of his mouth, they heard choking sounds from the midst of the crowd. A small circle opened up with terrified sounds as a woman dropped to the ground, her crystal glass shattering around her. Booth and Brennan rushed over, but she determined it was too late. Booth muttered expletives under his breath, turning to the guests to try to gain some room.

"Poison," Bones said after standing up and leaning in to whisper. She didn't want to cause more panic to ripple through the group. Booth heaved a sigh then spotted the woman's fan by her left hand. He picked up the object and flipped it over, silently reading the characters inked into the fabric.

Safe you say? I should think not.

The people here are casting lots.

Which one is next? Who could it be?

I guess we'll have to wait and See.

Unless our dear detective friends

can beat me to their untimely ends.

Bones read the inscription twice, mulling it over before leaning back down to examine the evidence by the still warm body. Booth meanwhile tried to calm the terrified guests down.

"Please, everyone, we can't have you leave."

"Well, we certainly can't stay," a voice from the crowd exclaimed.

"How will you keep us safe," another yelled over the other angry utterances.

"I'm leaving and that's final," the portly man said, leading his date, and other guests, towards the stairs.

"Look, you can't leave," Booth finally yelled over the group.

"And why the hell not," the man asked, turning a rather impressive shade of crimson.

"Because someone here murdered these people," Booth said, motioning to Gregory Sanders and the most recent victim," there's one more upstairs and if you want to stop this, help solve this case and get justice for your friends, you have to stay."

Brennan was quite impressed with his convincing speech and watched as people started coming back down the stairs towards the middle of the ballroom, avoiding both crime scenes. She turned back to the glass shard in her hand.

"What have you got for me Bones," Booth asked once he jogged over to her, "Please tell me you've got something."

"I think so," she replied, holding the crystal up for him to look at.

"See this shard, it's from the base of the glass, it's clear, transparent. This one on the other hand," she said, replacing one shard for another, "has a faint residue. That's how the poison was administered. I don't know what kind yet, but it was in a powdered form that coated the glass. I'll need Hogins to analyze this back at the lab."

"I'll call some more agents, cops, anyone, and then we'll get right on that," he replied as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Brennan went back to looking at the glass, but froze when she heard a "God Damnit" behind her.

"What," she asked cautiously, not turning from the glass in her palm.

"No signal," he replied, voice monotone.

That made her turn around.

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Predictions anyone? Where's our host of the evening? Ooh I'm having so much fun with this one! Read the clues again and see if you can figure out our next location before Booth and Bones! More ASAP!