A/N: Not the best chapter out there. I just couldn't get Zack to come out and play, so to speak.
Doctor Zack Addy looked up from the file in front of him and jotted down a few notes on a piece of paper. He turned his attention once more to the open file folder, and rubbed gently at his forehead. His head ached from hours of studying over the finding of a closed case. Booth had been able to gather up a few folders of cases from five years ago to give the young doctor and Zack was eager not to disappoint. He had explained to the agent that if he could study closed cases, then he would have a greater understanding of the system, and perhaps one day he could be of great service to the FBI, although he hadn't figured out if he would want to go out in the field like Doctor Brennan. The young man sat back in his chair and yawned--his arms stretched up over his head. Zack closed the folder, shuffled all the papers into one pile and then turned off the lamp at the corner of the table. He pushed his chair away from his desk, stood and headed toward his bedroom. He turned on the lights and then crossed over to his bed. A quick glance at the clock while he turned down his covers, confirmed that it was well after 11 o'clock. He smoothed down his sheets, before turning away and making his way to the bathroom and a hot shower.
Twenty minutes later, Zack laid in bed, his arms crossed under his head. He looked over at the clock--11:56 PM, then blew out a sigh. He closed his eyes and let his mind wonder back over his week. On Monday, Doctor Brennan had a lunch meeting with her publisher, giving Zack a few hours to examine the newest remains brought into the Jeffersonian by himself. He had been so excited to tell her about his finding. Tuesday had been an unusual day, with him and Hodgins performing an experiment that backfired, causing the whole lab to smell like rotten eggs for hours.
The young doctor looked over at the clock again--11:58PM, then went back to his musings. Thursday had brought Angela into work in an odd mood, quoting movies about love. Most of the day, she spent walking around with a strange look on her face and Zack had to fight down the urge to tease her like he would his sisters. He shook his head-- he couldn't believe how much of a family his colleagues felt to him. They were always there for him, and he was sure he had learned more in the time he had worked at the Jeffersonian than at any other point in his life. A laugh escaped his lips when he remembered the joke the Booth had told, causing the small group of scientists to groan. Trolls, he thought with a snicker. It really was a funny joke. Zack glanced over at the clock once more--11:59PM, before pulling the covers up to his neck, folding his hands on his stomach and closing his eyes…waiting for sleep to come.
One more chapter to go...