DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BONES (THOUGH I WISH I DID) ALL I OWN IS MY IMAGINATION. (AND THE TYPOS)

WARNING: THIS FAN FICTION TAKES RIGHT AFTER EPISODE 6X09: THE DOCTOR IN THE PHOTO, IF YOU HAVE YET TO SEE THE EPISODE I RECOMMEND WAITING UNTIL YOU DO!

"Secrets are Secrets"

The anthropologist's card was swiped and the sound of her five inch heels clicking on the floor were silenced after a second swipe of a card at the base of the forensic's platform. After having convinced Booth that she needed him for the case, she had made a stop to change back to her regular clothes and headed back to the lab quickly after.

"So, what do we got?" She said, now much more relaxed, adjusting her lab coat a little bit and smiling relieved she wouldn't have to be working with an incompetent agent that was not her partner.

"Vincent here has something to show you, Doctor Brennan." Said Cam as she looked behind the anthropologist's shoulder, curious as to Booth's presence in the building. It had been a while since he last was there and he looked around the place almost as he didn't recognize it anymore. "And, I see you do, too." The Pathologist said smiling and crossing her arms in front of her chest as she usually did when she wanted to say more than she was actually saying.

" I have nothing to show, Dr. Saroyan, even when your words and tone suggest otherwise." said Brennan clueless, and putting the last button of her lab-coat in place "Mr. Nigel Murray?" An almost imperceptible brow lift was given to the young student.

"Yes, Doctor Brennan" said the British accented Not-yet-doctor. "Female number one found in the house's incredibly bloody kitchen. Reminds me of..." He said it in a tone that assimilated more a recording than an actual voice. Noticing brows lifting around him he continued. "Blunt force trauma to the skull indicates that this was definitely foul play." He turned his gaze to the remains on the stainless steel table, and adjusting his goggles, that were joined to magnifying glasses, continued. "Fragments of plastic and fabric were found in one of the cracks in the victim's skull" He raised

"What does the back of the skull show?" Brennan said in her most teacher-like tone. Vincent looked at the doctor for a second thinking of words he could not verbalize, knowing Brennan would not appreciate the compliments he had thought of her favorite forensic anthropologists, "Right" he said and snapped back to look at the skull.

"Several hemorrhagic staining suggests the victim was alive and struck more than once by a sharp object" He said very proud of his answer. "This was a very violent murder and I bet those two were also" He said indicating the other bodies in farther in the platform.

"Very well, Mr. Nigel Murray. You've showed great improvement since you last were here." She said, with a smile that the young boy had been asking for about 2 years. "Except for that unnecessary comment, I don't need your opinion on the case. Just the facts." Vincent winced at her boss' observation and made an apologetic smirk, to which Brennan answered with a clueless smile.

Brennan indicated that the fibers should be given to Hodgins for further examination, and without any other comment she headed to her office. Cam looked at Booth who was standing at the platform very still. "Go ahead, you're not gonna stay here all morning are you?" Booth shrugged, not sure of what his attitude should be around Brennan, after all it had been a while since he had been at the lab, and the situation with her had changed so much over night, that he had no idea where to stand.

Realizing Brennan was already entering her office, he ran across the lab, and quickly was behind her. Brennan sat smiley behind her desk, and speedily sorted through some folders. Quietly, she picked one, and started writing on the first paper sheet she found inside of it.

Booth silently, stood at the frame of Brennan's door, almost as he needed an invitation.

"You're not a vampire, are you?" Said Brennan, still looking at the paper on her desk. "It is commonly believed in the mythic story of vampires that they cannot enter one's domain without an invite. So, since I know you're not a vampire, because there's no such thing as a blood-sucking demons..."

"Ok, ok, Bones I get it" He said a little annoyed by her usual but unnecessary explanation. He walked into the office and saw Brennan look at him. "I'm in. and now, I'm gonna sit right here and take a nap, while something shows up, ok?" He looked at Brennan and saw something in her he hadn't seen that morning. Something he had seen the night before. Sadness, real sadness in her eyes.

"Those are suitable terms" She said nodding in his direction, her expression pensive. "Look, Booth... I know, things might get complicated from now on...and you're with Hannah... so I understand you might want to tell her about what happened last night. About how you saved me from being run over by a car." She said now looking at the floor.

Would it be too much to say ' and how I told you that I was sorry and regretted saying 'no'?' she thought.

"I need to ask you to keep that to yourself. Everything." Now her tone was adamant. She needed for him to promise her he wouldn't say anything." Booth turned serious as well. Is she seriously asking me to hide something from his girlfriend?

He considered it for a second. Or two. "Sure, Bones" He said with a shy smile and sat down. Although neither of them would admit it, it was difficult to ignore each other's overt pain. Brennan's eyes still showed the tiredness and how swollen her eyes had ended up after that rainy encounter, but he couldn't keep staring at them anymore. So he moved on, like he was used to. "So, not identifications yet?"

Brennan, like she was used to, wore off the conversation and continued, "Well, until Angela runs the face reconstruction there isn't much for us to work with. The house does not belong to them, and the family to which the house belongs to is on a cruise to Bahamas, so until the FBI doesn't reach them and Angela can't get a match of her sketches there isn't much for us to work with either."

"You might not need to wait long" Said Angela as she entered with her projecting belly and the Angelator's remote. She stopped next to Brennan's desk and looked around. Two long faces in that room, and none of those was hers. "Did anyone die?" She said kidding and looking from one to the other, and searching for a hint to realize what they were talking about. Even when, deeply, she knew what it was about. What it was always about.

"Of course, we have three bodies right there" Said Brennan, rapidly.

"I know, Bren..." She said giving up. It was obvious she would avoid the actual meaning of her question.

"So,..." Said Booth getting up, and brushing his hands against his jeans. "Got Ids?" Angela smiled and signaled them to follow her to her office.

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