Cam?

The car park was deserted when Cam arrived at the hospital. She had known it was very unlikely that she would run into anyone she'd rather not at that time of the day but she was still relieved to see she was right. There was no need to explain her presence there to anyone other than Zack. Sighing she quietly slipped out of the car before heading into the hospital.

Xxxxx

Booth sat staring at the file on his desk as he tried to work out what he could use to have the case reopened. It had been years since the words Gormagon had been mentioned in the corridors of the FBI. Frowning he read Zack's original statement. He swore; realising that while the AD had been right to say he was too biased to interview the scientist but the Special Agent that had talked to him had been just as biased.

"Jenkins." Booth muttered as he read the file. Zack Addy had been a genius but with no common sense. The boy had the IQ to rival Einstein but the life skills needed to survive in DC were severely lacking.

"Agent Booth."

He looked up to see Aubrey in the doorway of the office.

"Hi."

"I found this is in archives." He waved a file in the air. "Lance Sweets wrote this."

"Sweets! Our Sweets?"

"Yes. Him. It seems to be a part of his thesis that was abandoned when he started working with you and the Jeffersonian."

"His thesis was on us." He shrugged as he stood.

"Well, it seems that he had some excellent points on how Zack was groomed. It seemed to him that it wasn't our fault that it was missed. Zack's high level of intelligence along with the distinct lack of experience of life made him a perfect target for scum like Gormagon." He handed Booth the file. "It's all there. Sweets was onto something."

"Yeah?"

"Seems so." Aubrey watched the senior agent, unsure of his reaction. Booth sighed as he took the file. He missed his friend. The geeky psychiatrist had become a surrogate younger brother and his murder had affected him even more than Jarred's death.

"Sweets." He mumbled.

"Why wouldn't he come to you with this? Or Dr Brennan?"

"Because he was a good man and didn't want to hurt her. Or me. He knew Gormagon was evil; that he was the one that ripped into us even more than the Gravedigger or Eps ever did." Booth frowned. "He also doubted himself too much back then. He probably thought we'd not want to listen."

"So what now?"

"Now." Booth sighed heavily. "We go talk to Carson as planned and later I read that file. See what Sweets had."

Xxxxx

Cam sat at the table as she waited for her friend. She had always felt responsible for what had happened to Zack. She was the boss. She was the head of the Forensic Anthropology Department at the Jeffersonian. It was her responsibility. She closed her eyes, thinking of Arastoo. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone in her life but there was still that little bit of doubt. Would she let him down too? Would something terrible happen to him because of something she did? Or didn't do.

"Dr Saroyan?"

She looked up at the young man with the scruffy hair as he sat opposite her.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know, Zack. You tell me." She paused as he looked right at her. "Where was the lie? Then or now? What did you not tell us back then?"

"I."

"Because I don't know anymore so I think it's about time you started telling the truth. Right from the beginning."

She leaned back in her chair, looking at him as if he were a stranger. After all this time she wondered if he really was.

Xxxxx