Previously on Bones . . .

By the time they finished going through the Jane Doe files it was after dark. Booth and Sweets hadn't said a word to each other since the heated exchange. Booth said it was going to rain all night so they would head up to the Abby in the morning to see if they heard or saw anything suspicious when the car was dumped.

As Sweets entered his hotel room and closed the door he leaned his head back against the door, "Man, we all screwed up on this one."

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The next morning Booth and Sweets drove up to the Abby and talked with the Head Mother. She reported there had been some commotion and a dead body had turned up and the local PD were investigating it, but that's all she knew. She explained that perhaps Father Reynolds knew more as he was the one in contact with the police but he had gone to the grocer and to run errands in town and she was unsure of when he would return. Booth thanked the nun and decided to check with the local police to see what information he could find about the man that was found dead.

The tension between Sweets and Booth had not relented and Booth still was not speaking with him. Lance decided to look at the little town as Booth went in to question the investigating officer. The space may do them good.

Booth strolled into the little precinct and waited for the policeman in front of him to get off the phone.

"Morning stranger, what can I do for you?" The young police officer said with a smile. His smile faltered momentarily as Booth pulled out his badge.

"Agent Booth, FBI. I need to speak with a Detective Shelby." Booth stated, thanking the nun for remembering the detective's name.

The office stood, "follow me" he said as he began walking to the offices in the back. He knocked on the door, "Detective Shelby?" he called as he opened the door.

The detective sat at his desk with his brown suit jacket thrown over his chair. He was currently on the phone and motioned for the man to entered. The uniformed office stepped aside and let Booth enter. On seeing the tell man in the black suit holding up an FBI badge he let whomever he was talking to on the phone know he had a visitor and needed to get go. He hung up and extended his hand to Booth who shook it.

"Don't often see you guys down here. What can I do for you?" Detective Shelby asked, secretly hoping it was not because of Joy or that she was in some type of trouble. He had taken a liking to her as if she were one of his own children, they were about the same age.

"I am here investigating a car that was found submerged in Lake Cooper last week. I am trying to figure out how a car got there without being noticed by someone. The Abby report some trouble about five and a half months ago and that a body was found. We want to see if there is a connection." Booth explained, again purposefully leaving out about Brennan.

"Oh yeah. I remember that." The detective said as he got up from his chair and went to the filing cabinet and pulled out a file. Handing it to Booth he sat back down. "Some gangbanger out of DC. Shot once. We figured drug deal gone wrong but we never could pinpoint how he got out there to the Abby and we never found a weapon." The detective sat silent a moment while Booth looked over the details of the file.

Booth pulled out the file he had on Brennan's car and scanned the inventory. No her gun was not found and she usually kept it either with her in the bedroom or in the glove box of the car. He took a deep breath before asking, "50 caliber bullet?"

Detective Shelby furrowed his brow, "Yes, how did you know? You couldn't have read the autopse report yet." He asked.

"The owner of the car usually kept a 50 caliber 500 in the glove box" Booth explained with a small smile.

OUTSIDE

Sweets walked up the street letting his nose carry him to the front door of a bakery. He stepped to the side to allow some patrons to leave before going inside to get Booth a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Father." Joy said politely as Father Reynolds opened the umbrella.

Sweets looked up to the familiar voice he knew well and called out, "Temperence?" The woman barely halted and looked around timidly before continuing on. Sweets couldn't believe his eyes, if this was not Temperence Brennan he had just met her clone. He ran up to her and she turned at the sounds of his foot steps behind her. She glanced at his face and then her eyes went back to the ground. There was no recognition there Sweets noted. He reached out to touch her and she screamed.

"No, don't touch me!" Joy yelled clutching her rain coat to her chest as she reared back.

Father Reynolds stopped and looked back. A young man he had never seen before looked confused as he attempted to touch Joy on the shoulder. He walked back.

"Brennan?" Lance asked incredulously, his face scrunched up in confusion at the sheer terror on the face of the woman in front of him.

"I think you are mistaken, son" the priest offered, trying to smooth the situation out. "This is Joy" he said attempting to make a proper introduction but as he turned all he could hear were Joy's footsteps as she bolted back to the church van.

Back inside Booth was about to ask Detective Shelby if they had run across any Jane Does in the last several months when he heard Sweets yell for him from the lobby.

"Booth!" Sweets yelled between pants.

Booth came running out. "What is it?" He asked with concern. Obviously the doctor had run to come tell him whatever it was he needed.

"Brennan, I saw her. At least I think I saw her." Lance said still panting.

Dectective Shelby had followed when he heard the commotion and handed Sweets a cup of water. "Slow down" he instructed.

Booth stood frozen for a moment. "What do you mean you saw Bones?" Booth growled out as he jerked Sweets up by the collar.

Sweets put his hands up in a surrendering motion as Shelby stepped between the two, not understanding what was going on. "I was headed to the bakery when I saw someone who looked an awful lot like Brennan. I called to her and she did not turn. When she finally saw me she looked right through me as if she didn't know me. She was demure, refused to make eye contact." Sweets explained. "And she wasn't alone" he added.

That last part had Booth back on his feet. Angela said that his prank caller wasn't alone and that's why they never spoke. Was it Brennan this whole time trying to reach out to him to help her? Was she being held captive somehow? Booth's head spun with the possibilities as he followed Sweets out the door and down the street to where he thought he had seen Brennan.

"Joy." Booth mumbled as he looked around.

"What?" Lance asked.

"Joy. Why didn't I think of it sooner? Temperance's birth name was Joy Keenan, not Temperance Brennan." Booth said with a huge smile as he slapped Sweets on the back. Just then Booth's phone rang. "Booth." He announced.

"Glad to hear from you too, sweetie." Angela mocked. Before Booth could respond Angela excitedly continued on. "So we got a hit on a partial print for Brennan."

"What? Where?" He asked. This day was getting better and better.

"Mercy General Hospital, Port Charlotte South Carolina. They evidentially had a Jane Doe twenty-two weeks ago and they were trying to ID her. The card is damaged though and there is no indication the condition of the Jane Doe. Look for a Dr. Margo Scheffield." Angela said, hopeful that evidence hadn't gone cold.

"I'm on it." Booth declared and hung up. He turned to Sweets, "I'm going to look around here for a while. I need you to go back to Port Charlotte and look for a Dr. Margo Scheffield at Mercy General Hospital. She turned in a missing person's kit and it was a partial for Bones." Booth instructed. He popped the hatch and grabbed his duffle bag before handing Sweets the keys.