AN: I'm back from my trip to Mongolia. No computers there. On with the show, and I don't own Bones.

Chapter Seven: Faults

"Come on Zach, you're okay." The voice sounded nice. He would have smiled if everything didn't hurt so much. His mind tried to clear itself from the fog he was in. "I am Zach. Dr. Zach Addy. Now where the hell am I."

"Zach, it's Angela. Wake up, you're alright."

"Angela…that must mean the others are here. Dr. Saroyan, Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, and Dr. Hodgins….where is here?"

He smelled antiseptic. Heard a beeping. He felt cold. "More than likely a hospital….oh my god…."

Zach opened his eyes slowly and with difficulty. He focused on a tear-stained Angela before moving to grim appearing Hodgins, Brennan, Cam, and Booth.

"Car exploded," Zach rasped.

Brennan stepped forward, her hand across her face. Booth left immediately to fetch a doctor. Angela brushed her hand across Zach's face, careful to avoid stitches and gashes. "We know, Zach, we know."

Zach tried to shake his head, "Zoey, the girl…" He stopped when Angela's eyes went to the floor. "Try not to talk, Zach. You got hurt."

Booth returned, telling Cam a doctor was coming. Zach wanted him to shut-up, he needed to know where Zoey was.

"But…"

"Zach," Cam tried to interrupt, "you have a concussion and five broken ribs. One punctured your left lung. You need to rest."

Zach stared hard at her, but felt himself growing tired. Shuddering with exhaustion and pain, his voice cracked, "Where's Zoey? Did…Kay Anne Boome…did…." he couldn't finish. He didn't want to know the answers.

Brennan spoke quietly, "Your friend, Zoey. She's not doing so good. She was one of the closest people to the blast. Her family has already been contacted…they don't think she'll make it."

Zach felt his eyes water. "And Boome?"

Brennan forced herself to look at Zach, who as fighting to breathe and battling tears. He already knew the answer. She just had to say it. "We found a note tied to a telephone pole a few feet away. It's her. Zach, I'm so sorry."

"You…you knew," Zach choked out. Booth remained silent as the others cast their stares to Brennan. They all understood Zach's accusation. If Brennan had given her creeped-out note to Booth, Zach may not have ended up in the hospital.

Zoey wouldn't be dying.

"Get away," Zach whispered. He turned his head away. Brennan turned, guilt pouring from her eyes. Booth stared hard before walking away. Hodgins whispered to Angela, "What just happened?" His voice cracked with strain.

Angela rubbed her eyes and answered, "People got hurt."

- - -

Brennan stared hard at the file in front of her. So many fatalities in so short of time. After Zach awoke, she went back to the Jeffersonian to try to clear her mind. But instead she sat for hours, thinking about Zach's biting words. She did know. She knew something was wrong. But she wouldn't let herself jump ahead. And now people were dead. She almost lost a team member to her hesitation.

"Ah-hem," someone cleared his throat. Brennan looked up wearily to find Booth. He was slouched, his posture tired and almost defeated. But his eyes were hard and angry.

"What is it?" Brennan asked.

Booth answered, "Twice. Tanya Bestings was murdered today. Approximately during the time Kay-Anne Boome rigged a bomb to Zoey Arnold's car. Twice in one day. Thought I should let you know Tanya's body is coming in another hour." He turned to leave, but Brennan stood quickly.

"Do you think these victim's deaths are my fault?" she asked. He has to say 'no', her mind screamed.

"Yes." Booth answered curtly, shattering her reassuring thoughts. Her heart plummeted through the floor, and she was left speechless. He left quickly without bothering to look back. She fell back into her seat, and wiped furiously at the burning tears that slid down her cheeks.

Booth marched out, and slammed right into Whitney. "Watch it!" the young assistant snapped. Booth shook his head, not even bothering to bark at the newest Squint. Everyone was stressed and on edge. Walking out of the Jeffersonian, Booth punched the wall. His damn case was falling apart.

- - -

"Angela?"

Angela glanced from her sketchpad to Zach. He was supposed to be released within a few days, but she didn't feel ready to leave him alone. Even Hodgins had stayed, taking a night to camp out in one of the immensely uncomfortable hospital chairs.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Something's odd has happened to me," he said, his voice stronger than when he first woke up.

"Do you want me to get a doctor?"

Zach shook his head. "No. Not that."

Angela leaned in, listening closely, "What's wrong?"

"Something's been bothering me. For the past month." He stopped and looked away. "I've been having bad feelings about things…people…and I don't know what to do. I'm a scientist, I use my head, not my gut."

He coughed while Angela nodded, knowing there was more to come. So that's what's been wrong with him, the poor guy.

"Angela…I had a bad feeling going to Zoey's car…and I didn't do anything about it."