Hi all. Well, I know I said it would only be a few days til I posted BUT - I arrived home later than I thought, then my computer did this extremely weird color change thing, so I had to try to fix that for a few days, finally I did some funky maneourve that worked, and then I had my gorgeous beta - ae - help me out. And she has informed me that I've been spelling Cam's last name wrong, at least according to the fox website so...it's now Saroyan, apparently I've been spelling it Sayoran, whoops ;).
Ok, so one with the show and I don't own Bones because if I did you'd all know me already!
In exactly twenty minutes, the doors to the lab slid open and in walked six men, all in dark black suits. Booth noticed they all discreetly carried handguns while Angela noticed that all six men were tall, rugged and hot. The leader calmly walked straight toward the platform, barely flinching when the alarm sounded. Brennan waved off the security guards and turned to look at him. No one had been able to get her to talk, for while waiting for the mysterious Sam to arrive, she had been merely looking from the body on the table to her office where Delaney was lying down. Cam and Hodgins had proceeded to examine the body, carefully cataloguing what they found, although twenty minutes hadn't produced much evidence.
The tall, brooding, hot, African-American man took one look at the body on the table and gave one specific order to the men accompanying him, "Clear the room." Angela felt shivers go up her spine; this man clearly was an exceptional man. His presence felt extremely close to Booth's, but much more dangerous, as if the things he had seen had robbed him of the sensitivity and warmth Booth still had.
His men immediately reacted to his order; they rounded up every worker in the lab and escorted them outside. One man was stationed at the door to Dr. Brennan's office, where Zack and Delaney were now secluded inside. Within five minutes the only people still in the lab were Brennan, Booth, Angela, Cam, Hodgins, Zack, Delaney and the mysteriously efficient six men.
"Sam," Brennan said, breaking the heavy silence.
"Temperance," he responded before drawing her into a hug. "It's been far too long." For a moment Booth believed that Sam was going to kiss her, but he only released her from his arms. "So, what has been discovered?" he asked the team.
"She's most likely between sixteen and twenty, died about two weeks ago, violently, exsanguinations," Cam replied.
"Analysis on the sixteen?"
"Same weapon that cut her."
"Post-mortem though," Hodgins added.
"Different," Sam stated.
"New," responded Brennan.
"He's changed his M.O."
"Look. Not to go all 'tell-me-now' on you, but it would be nice to know what the hell you are talking about. And by the way, M.O. gives me the 'its-been-done-before' vibe, something that never works out well," Booth said, interrupting Sam and Brennan's conversational flow.
"Is there somewhere we can go to…?" Sam began.
"No! No more out of the loop discussion, no more 'it's a highly classified secret and you don't need to know.' I need to know more than you need to keep things a secret!" Booth practically shouted, keeping his voice level barely under inappropriate.
Brennan gave him a very unimpressed side-glance. The fact that she didn't even look at him properly only served to further anger him and fuel his desire to know.
"As I was going to say," Sam began again, "is there somewhere we can go that has the correct equipment for our systems?" He directed the question at Brennan. She nodded and led the way to Angela's office. Everyone followed; there was no way that they were going to be left out of the loop again.
"I'll just link up to the site…password?" Brennan said. She had activated the Angelator, so now everyone knew exactly whom they were dealing with. Brennan was trying to infiltrate the MI5 website.
"I'll do it," replied Sam. Booth realized then that Sam must be part of that organization.
"Bones, is Sam MI5?"
"Yes."
"Why did you call him and not the FBI or the CIA?"
"Sam is a liaison Agent between the CIA and the FBI. He became one after what happened in Thailand."
"And what happened in Thailand?"
"Not yet."
At that moment, the Angelator sprang into action. Countless documents and files were downloaded into the mainframe. Pictures of little girls smiling at photographers filled the screen in haphazard ways, followed by pictures of mutilated corpses, without date stamps or any other signifying details.
"Welcome to the most terrifying time of my life," Sam said.
"Is this man going to let us out?" Zack asked.
"Probably not, he's guarding us; they tend to be kind of one-minded about that sort of thing," Delaney answered.
"Where are Dr. Brennan and everyone else going?"
"Are there computers around here that could handle massive amounts of information being downloaded quickly?"
"Yes, many."
There was along pause before Delaney asked, "Which ones?"
"Oh, well, I guess the most likely, due to the fact that we are confined to the lab, would be the Angelator."
"Right, the holographic machine."
"You know about it?" Zach asked, rather surprised.
"Sure, Tempe tells me everything that goes on in her life."
"And you tell her, too?"
"No, not everything. It's harder for me to get information out to her."
"Why? Isn't she just your guardian? It's not that hard to keep in touch."
Zach doesn't understand, Delaney reminded herself, just because he's a genius doesn't mean that he can read minds and put together itty bitty pieces of information any better than the countless other people who have tried to figure out your past. She laughed, "No, it's not hard to keep in touch, it's just knowing the right way to say things…In case you haven't noticed Tempe is very protective."
"Yes." Zack's brain was working at a hundred miles a minute; he knew something bigger was going on with Dr. Brennan and Delaney than any one was saying. The body still lying on the autopsy table guarded by two of those suited men was screaming at him to be investigated. But if Dr. Brennan had called in this new person, then he was willing to be patient and wait. Besides, Delaney was turning out to be much more interesting than he had first thought. "So, what do you know about structural integrity?"
"One of the reasons why I don't drive," she replied with a smile.
Angela was consumed with worry, not only had she been blown away by the development of Bren's daughter, but now there was this new man working better with Bren than even Booth. This was a very bizarre occurrence. She was starting to doubt her skills as an observer. She had been so confident that Bren was attracted to Booth, and he was (still) obviously attracted to her, but this Sam guy, the way she let him lead her around, and did whatever he asked without question was slightly scary. Actually it was more than slightly scary, it was downright frightening. Angela didn't know what to be more upset by; that her best friend was completely ignoring her and ignoring that anything important had developed that may be in need of discussion or that she was more interested in a girl than she was in finding the murderer of that other girl, the dead one.
"Okay, we're almost ready. Dr…."
"Saroyan," Brennan supplied.
"Saroyan, can you please return to the body and map out the incisions and visual degree of depth onto this?" Sam handed her Angela's hand held computer. Cam looked slightly confused, but complied; she could handle a few more minutes of being in the dark, but when she got back, she was going to demand answers.
"I want to tell you a story."
"I want to know what's going on," Booth interrupted.
"Booth, story first, questions later," Brennan replied.
"In 1993, the twelve-year-old daughter of the Chief of Scotland Yard's niece went missing." Sam put up her picture; they all looked at the slightly pudgy blonde girl with two missing teeth. "Four months later after all but the family had given up hope, a phone call was placed to the home, stating the known whereabouts of their daughter. Upon arrival they found a decomposed body." Sam pointed toward the first picture, lying on top of the snow was a body, mostly bones. "It was identified by dental records as Tabitha Shue. It was her. Upon further investigation of the body it was discovered that her torso had been slashed at by a serrated blade. The cuts were so deep and so imprecise that she had bled to death within a few hours. The killer was never found." Sam looked around the room to see how they were processing this new information. Other than Angela looking slightly ill they looked terse, but fine, and Sam took it as a sign to continue. "A year passed and since no killings had resurfaced it was decided that Tabitha's death was a one-off, until 1996 when another young girl was reported missing. Katie Rowe was the twelve-year-old daughter of one of England's most prestigious oil barons." Again, Sam put a picture up. This time they were looking at a demure Indian girl in a rose pink sari. "Three months later, the family received a phone call, telling them where their daughter was. We found her body the same as the first. This time a different blade had been used, but the end result was the same. Exsanguination." Sam took a deep breath and said, "The next year another twelve-year-old girl went missing." The picture this time was of a tall slim African-English girl. "Allison Walker disappeared after tennis practice. It was two months before the phone call was placed, this time though we had been tracing every call made to the house since she went missing. The call came from a phone box outside an abandoned bowling alley. It was where the phone call had directed us to find the girl. She had been killed similarly to the others, but again with a different blade." This time Sam put the three photos of the girls – before and after – in a timeline, showing year and country.
"You forgot about the numbers," a voice said.
They all turned to see Delaney, Zack and a third suit man standing at the doorway.
Ooohhh! Mysterious:)...