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Authors Note: Okay I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd upload another chapter, sorry it's short-ish. Getting to the end slowly. Let me know what you're all thinking! (:

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The next morning arrived far to fast.

Brennan's alarm rang loudly at 6:30am. Once again she woke Booth, went for a shower while Booth called room service, then he went for a shower.

"You ready to go, Bones?" Yelled Booth, picking up his suitcase, interrupting Brennan's thoughts.

Laptop..phone..adapter..notepad..

"Uhh, yeah, Just making sure I have everything."

"You do Bones, including the kitchen sink." A grin creeping across his face.

"I don't know what that means." Said Brennan blankly.

"C'mon Bones, we have a plane to catch."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

With that they checked out of the motel, caught a taxi to the train station and finally the train to Melbourne.

On the plane Brennan was once again reading an anthropology journal and Booth was reading about the worlds greatest criminals. Silently Brennan wondered why he would be reading such a thing, considering they both deal with criminals everyday.

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Once landed back in America it was about 10:30pm.

Changing their watches back to the suitable time frames once again, Brennan yawned.

"10:30pm, I'm going to go home and get some sleep, Booth, do you need a lift?"

"Yeah, for once, you can drive." Said Booth holding back a yawn.

"Ha, yeah, just because you can't be bothered." Said Brennan laughing slightly.

Booth just smiled.

Brennan dropped Booth home and went home herself.

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It was about 4:30am when Booth's phone sounded loudly. Booth groaned.

Ugghh, what the hell? It's 4:30am who the hell is calling me?

Booth checked the caller ID, Andrew, trust him.

"Booth." Sleepy.

"Hi, it's Andrew. We have a suspect, her 'parents' but they aren't her parents, she was a foster child. Her parents are burried in a cemetary nearby."

Booth was writing this down on a notepad he kept beside his bed.

"Oh good god. Names?"

" Real parents were George Price and Sandra Price. Foster parents are Abbie Smith and Michael Smith. Everything leads to them."

"Okay. Have any of your people gone and investigated the house, questioned the foster parents?" Said Booth, trailing off.

"Yeah. They don't have an alibi, so as far as we know there is a 95% chance it was them."

"Okay, I've taken these notes. Thankyou. I'll make contact with you soon. Let me know if you find anymore information."

"I will. Thanks Booth, sorry to call so early."

"Couldn't be helped. Bye." Booth said, then hung up.

They had been talking for a good half an hour.

5:00, I'm going back to sleep.

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