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Fascinated with the ability Temperance had to reconstruct a skeleton from such small pieces, Ducky had made arrangements to be at the Jeffersonian for at least a part of the time to observe her as she worked her mad skills on the very small skeleton pieces.

Ducky watched closely as Brennan studied the pieces laid out on the stainless steel table in front of her. "I think it's really amazing that you've already managed to reconstruct twenty percent of the skeleton in such a short amount of time. If I had to do it, it would probably take me a week just to get this far and I never would have been able to reassemble the skull with such accuracy."

Moving one of the larger pieces in her hand slowly over the other bones resting on the table, Brennan kept her eye open for a possible match. "I find it helps if I start with the bigger pieces first. The more of the skeleton I can piece together before I have to deal with the smaller pieces the better."

The coroner bit back a smile as he watched the female intern, standing next to Brennan mimic her mentor. He tried to remember the intern's name, Fern? Rose? No. Oh well, it would come to him. He shook his head as he watched the determined look on the intern's face as she moved a piece of bone over the table. He could almost hear her hoping against hope to find a match.

He almost laughed out loud at the look of chagrin that went across the intern's face as Dr. Brennan slowly picked up a piece of bone from the table and matched it to the piece in her hand and glued the pieces together. He heard the intern, "What IS her name?" audibly sigh as Temperance repositioned the glued piece in her hand and began to repeat the process of searching for a matching piece to the now bigger piece in her hand.

Glancing at Brennan's studious face, Ducky cleared his throat. "I may have committed a serious faux pas yesterday when I had lunch with you and Booth."

Brennan raised her eyebrows, but noting her concentration on the items before her, Ducky continued, "I mentioned John Wilkes Booth and apparently I shouldn't have. I had no idea that Booth was related to the assassin of Abraham Lincoln. Special Agent Gibbs informed me of the family connection. If I had known that there was a familial connection to Booth and Gibbs I would never have mentioned it."

Daisy inhaled sharply and gave Ducky a look mixed with incredulity and fear.

Irritated, Brennan looked sharply at her intern. "Ms. Wick, I believe Doctor Mallard was talking to me."

"Ah yes!" Ducky thought. "That's it. Daisy Wick."

Her cheeks a bright red from embarrassment, Daisy lowered her eyes back to the table and tried to listen to the mesmerizing conversation without actually appearing to do so.

Turning her gaze towards Ducky, Brennan informed the older man, "It is something that Booth doesn't like to talk about. He has told me in the past that he considers it a stain on his family's honor. He takes honor and fidelity very seriously."

Since that appeared to be a family trait, Ducky completely understood what she was saying. "Do you think I should apologize to him for bringing it up? I realize that I embarrassed him and I didn't mean to do that."

Daisy, sneaking a look at Ducky, shook her head slightly as a warning and then lowered her gaze back to the task on the table in front of her.

Her head shaking in sync with her intern, Brennan looked back down at the bone pieces. "No, I think it would probably be best if you didn't say anything further about it."

Since she knew Booth best, Ducky chose to bow to her wisdom. Pleased, he picked up two pieces of bone he had been studying and showed them to Brennan. "I believe these match."

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Angela had finished with the facial reconstruction and entered the rendering into the missing person's database. She gave a satisfied sigh when the computer alerted her that there was a possible match in the database. There was a ninety five percent probability that the victim had been Perry Matthew Van Pelt, aged twenty-four from Chesapeake, Virginia. His mother had reported him missing to the Chesapeake Police Department the previous day. Angela had the brief thought that it seemed odd that his mother had waited five days to report him missing.

Shrugging her shoulders, Cam studied the picture of Perry Van Pelt. "I'm sure Booth will want to know why it took her so long to tell anyone that he was missing."

Her gaze upon the picture of the young man, Angela sighed. "I guess I really find it peculiar he lived with her and he didn't have a job. I could understand it if he lived on his own, but he lived with her. He filed a Federal and State tax return every year; he claimed no income and yet he owned a car and had a driver's license. He doesn't have a criminal record and he's never even had a parking ticket. How does someone like that get a car and the money for gas, insurance and upkeep?"

Pursing her lips, Cam replied, "Perhaps his mother bought it for him."

Angela slowly shook her head and found the whole scenario strange. "I'm telling you, if I had a twenty four year old son living off of me like that I might be tempted to kill him myself."

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Until Booth found the time to talk to Gibbs privately about their family issues, he decided that he would treat Gibbs like any other Federal employee he had to deal with.

"Gibbs."

Hearing Gibbs answer the phone brusquely, Booth inhaled and charged ahead. "Yeah . . . this is Seeley Booth. Angela got a hit on our victim. She's going to send you the particulars within the next thirty minutes. His name is Perry Matthew Van Pelt, aged twenty four. He's a civilian living in Chesapeake, Virginia. His mother, Tricia Van Pelt reported him missing yesterday morning. I plan to drive over to her house in about an hour to interview her and I thought I'd check and see if you wanted to go with me."

Surprised at the civil tone coming from the Agent, Gibbs responded in kind. "Yeah, send me the address and I'll meet you there."

"I thought we could drive down together." Booth thought it might be a good time to talk.

Puzzled at Booth's turn around in attitude, Gibbs gave a slight smile as he cautiously replied. "Alright. You want to come by and pick me up or do you want me to drive over to the Hoover?"

Determined to be professional with Gibbs, Booth pulled his gun from his desk drawer. "I'll come and get you."

Curious, Ziva watched Gibbs end his call. "Was that Agent Booth?"

Nodding his head, Gibbs replied, "Yeah, their artist was able to get a hit in the missing person's database. We have an ID. We're going to go see the victim's mother in Chesapeake."

Ziva assumed that she or Tony would be needed. "Would you like for me to come with you? or Tony?"

As he removed his gun from this desk drawer, Gibbs stood up, placed his phone in his jacket pocket, clipped his gun to his belt and picked up his coffee cup. "Nope. The Jeffersonian is going to send over the particulars on the victim in the next half hour. I want you to run a complete background check and then call me and let me know what you find."

Turning to McGee, Gibbs continued, "I want to know if our victim, Perry Matthew Van Pelt, a resident of Chesapeake, Virginia had any connection to the Navy. I want to know how a civilian ended up at Naval Station Norfolk behind the NEX."

Nodding his head, McGee answered, "Got it Boss. As soon as I find anything I'll call you. Tony's downstairs with Abby going over what she found in the garbage bags the victim was in."

Gibbs walked over to the elevator and waited for the elevator door to open. The case seemed to moving along fairly quickly. He hoped that his road trip with Booth wasn't a mistake.

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