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At the crime scene

Hotch greeted the policeman in charge of the scene. "Officer Smith, have you found anything new?"

The officer shook his head. "We're still having boats out, in case there are any more bodies at the bottom of the lake."

Hotch surveyed the scene, and gave his orders. "Prentiss, you and Dr. Brennan walk around the lake, see if anything seems out of the ordinary. Morgan, you and Agent Booth will join one of the boats to check and make sure there are no bodies in the lake. Dave, Dr. Sweets, and I will talk to the other officers and CSI's, and see if they noticed anything. Is that fine with you, Agent Booth?" He added that last part so he wouldn't make Booth feel like he was undermining his authority.

Booth opened his mouth to argue, but he glanced at Dr. Brennan, who seemed fine with it. He closed his mouth and shrugged. "Sure."

The group of seven split up.

Prentiss and Brennan walked along the circuit of the lake. It was an awkward sort of silence, which was broken when Prentiss asked Brennan, "So, you write books? What else do you do?"

Brennan answered, "My work takes up most of my time, as well as Christine, my daughter, but when I have the chance, I like to look up at the stars."

"Really?" Prentiss said, surprised they had something in common. "Me, too! We had a case once, where the killer carved constellations into the victim's abdomens."

Brennan was interested. "Our team at the Jeffersonian had a case where the victim had an interest in constellations…Wait a minute! It was nighttime when the body was discovered."

"So?" asked Prentiss, momentarily lost. Then she got it, too. "Oh! We better tell Hotch about this, after we finish this search."

"What is that?" asked Brennan, her sharp eye catching some movement. She approached the area, followed by Prentiss.

Morgan and Booth were cruising along in a boat with a CSI.

Morgan turned to Booth. "Bones?" he asked, implying that he was curious about an explanation.

Booth replied in the same way. "Baby Girl?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Touché," said Morgan, he and Booth smiling at each other. "'Baby girl' was what I called Garcia when I called her by the wrong name and she didn't reply."

"I called Dr. Brennan 'Bones" as a nickname to annoy her a long time ago, because of what she does for a living, but it stuck ever since," explained Booth. "So you guys use your shrinky stuff to catch the bad guys?"

"What? You don't believe in it?" asked Morgan, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, no," said Booth, raising his hands in defense against the accusation. "That's Bones. I've seen Sweets do it enough times that I can't not believe it."

They continued on in amicable silence.

Sweets, Hotch, and Rossi had split up to talk to the eight or nine CSI's and officers still on the scene. They came back to the meeting place they had agreed on, and shared their results.

Hotch said, "Officer Smith and his partners didn't find anyone on the scene, although they are still canvassing the area. This unsub must have left the scene after dumping the body. He didn't stick around. Was he afraid of being caught, or did his rage for the victim disappear after the body sank below the surface?"

Rossi said, "I think it's a combination of both, but I'm leaning more towards option number two. The amount of overkill on that victim suggests enough rage to overcome the fear."

Sweets nodded. "I agree. Also, the CSI's said that the body was in the water for 3-4 hours, meaning that it was nighttime when the unsub dumped the body. This area generally isn't too populated, so the unsub wouldn't be too afraid of someone discovering him."

Both BAU members stared at him, realizing that he wasn't just a psychologist. "What?" said Sweets, smirking. "I am a profiler, you know."

Just then, a gunshot rang through the air.

30 minutes ago

Brennan went into the woods surrounding the lake. Her eyes had caught the movement of something that looked suspiciously like a person. She was followed by Prentiss, who was quiet as well, having caught on to the fact that something was wrong.

The figure stopped at a lean-to, not noticing the women following him. He bent down, as if he was going to dig something up.

"What'cha got there?" asked Prentiss, in an almost casual tone, her gun drawn.

The figure jumped, then ran into the woods. Brennan and Prentiss split up and followed him to a clearing, where he was nowhere to be found.

Brennan scanned the ground, the trees, and the air. She was so preoccupied that she didn't see Prentiss being tackled to the ground behind her. However, she did hear the muffled scream and a bone breaking, so she whirled around.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the brown-haired man standing over Prentiss, his hands on her throat. The agent's gun was out of her reach.

Brennan's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she rushed at him, kicking at his patella. However, she missed, and got him in the calf. The man cursed, whirling around on her. Brennan took a deep breath. This is where all of your training becomes useful, she told herself. She and the man battled in hand-to-hand combat.

Even though she was pulling most of her best moves, the man got the best of her, and managed to force her to the ground. Brennan thought that this would be the end. She closed her eyes, wishing that she wouldn't have to leave Christine with Booth.

Just then, she heard a gunshot. The man jerked up, cursed, and ran away. Brennan opened her eyes and looked across the clearing, where Prentiss managed to get to her gun, although the lower part of her left arm was broken. Brennan rushed to Prentiss, worry and gratitude in her eyes.

Back to the present

Booth and Morgan managed to get the boat to go in the direction of the clearing. They jumped out, and joined by Sweets, Hotch, and Rossi, they reached the clearing, where they found Brennan kneeling next to Prentiss on the ground.

Brennan looked at Hotch, her gaze steady. "Call for a medic," she ordered. "It's too late to chase the shooter. He's gone." Hotch nodded, reaching for his radio.

Booth and Sweets rushed up to her. "Are you okay?" Booth asked her, frantically looking her over.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a few cuts and bruises, but Agent Prentiss here needs more help than I do," she replied. All eyes turned to Prentiss's broken arm.

"I may be able to help," Brennan told Prentiss. "But this might hurt a lot." Prentiss nodded, understanding the implication.

Brennan looked up, and explained to Rossi and Morgan. "I may have to reset her arm now. If I do not, it will be more difficult for the paramedics to do so when they arrive."

Rossi looked at Hotch and Morgan, and nodded in consent as well. "Do it."

Brennan braced herself. She had done this a few times, but it was still unsettling. Then, she pushed the bones into their proper places.

Prentiss hissed loudly in pain, but she felt a little better. Ignoring the pain, she listened to the murmurs of the others as they exchanged information.

She whispered a "Thank you" to Brennan just before the ambulance arrived. Luckily, the paramedics had been informed of the situation, and had the materials to make her a cast on-site.

As the paramedics told her what not to do with a broken arm, what medications she should take, et cetera, et cetera, Hotch's phone rang.

"Boss man, I've got three hits," said Garcia.

"We'll be right down," said Hotch. "She doesn't need to go to a hospital, right?" he asked the workers, motioning to Prentiss. They shook their heads.

"Okay. Prentiss, Rossi, and Dr. Sweets, come with me back to the Jeffersonian. Garcia has results. Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, and Morgan, stay here and find clues as to the attacker's identity," said Hotch.

Everyone nodded, splitting up to follow his orders.