Brennan sighed, throwing her latex gloves in to the bin and stepping into her office, seeing Angela sitting on the couch, legs folded under her.

"Where's Parker?" She asked; after Booth had received the phone call they had left Parker with Angela again and ran off to inspect the remains.

"He fell asleep in my office about ten minutes ago," she said, worried about her friend, who was obviously shaken,

"Oh, okay, we have another skull for you after Zack finishes off the tissue markers." She slumped into the chair.

"Is it another child?" Angela asked softly and Brennan nodded, taking a deep breathe, she was used to dealing with small children, and while it didn't make it easier she had learnt to distance herself; it was Booth's reaction that had shocked her.

"Yes, small male, approximately ten years old."

"It's okay to be upset sweetie," Angela said, placing a hand on her friends arm, Brennan shook her head, and turned to look at her, Angela was surprised to see tears threatening to fall.

"It's not that, I've learnt to deal with my emotions in these cases, it's just I've never seen Booth so shaken up, I was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it together until he got to the car." She said quickly, trying to push the images of Booth pale and shaking from her mind, watching almost fall apart in such a public place.

"What's going on with you two?" Angela asked and Brennan nearly choked on thin air, "And don't lie to me."

"Parker?" Brennan guessed and Angela nodded, smiling from ear to ear, and Brennan found her self smiling to,

"Were kind of together," she whispered, afraid that someone could over hear and Angela let out a high pitched squeal.

"Oh my god! Sweetie, when? How? This is just…" she trailed off as she noticed the contented face of her friend staring at her, "Was I talking too fast?"

Brennan nodded.

"Doctor Brennan?" They both spun around to see Zack standing in the doorway, unsure of how to act around the two females.

"Yes Zack?" Brennan asked, eager to hear the news.

"The bones are cleaned, and the tissues markers are ready for Angela." He said.

"What are your initial findings?" She asked, trying to push out all thoughts of Booth.

"Bones show the same kind of deterioration as the last victim, indicating that the same methods were used to kill him, but we'll know more when Hodgins has completed analyzing the samples." He stopped, waiting for a reply, and when there wasn't one he carried on, "Victim had a broken Fibula, which had healed, possibly from falling out of a tree."

"Is there anyway we can identify the victim that way?" Bones asked, while Angela was effective, the faster they could get the ID the better.

"The break was not bad enough for any pins, it was most likely plaster wrapped and healed naturally on its own."

"I'll get to work now," Angela said, leaving the office, half way down the corridor she bumped into Hodgins, "Hey," she whispered, kissing him on the lips quickly.

"Hey you, is Doctor Brennan free?" He asked, glancing past her briefly, trying to see the door to her office.

"Her and Zack are doing that talking a hundred mile an hour, using the big word things they do so well," she looked down to see the paper work in his hands,

"What's all that?"

Hodgins sighed, "Analysis came back positive; the bone abnormalities were caused by the same type and level of hydrochloric acid as on the last victim." She heard the emotions behind the facts and hugged him tight,

"We'll catch them." She whispered in his ear.

He pulled back and looked at her, just by being with her she managed to put a smile on his face, "We always do." He put the paper work under his arm, and used his now free hands to grasp her waist gently, "You, me and a nice dinner tonight?"

"Sounds nice," she whispered, as they both stared at each other and began to think of other things.

"I better get going," Angela said pulling away and calming her self down.

Hodgins smiles as he watched her walk away, and went to give Brennan the bad news.

--

Angela sighed, staring at the page in front of her that held the smiling face of a young boy; she always tried to draw them smiling, to make them feel alive once again. It was hard with children, because they should still be alive; bouncing around with their endless energy.

She heard rustling behind her and wrapped the skull up in a spare cloth as Parker sat up and rubbed his eyes.

He looked around, "Where's my dad?" he asked quietly.

"He's still at work; would you like a drink or something?" Angela asked, Parker said nothing for a while as he tried to wake him self up.

"Yes please," he mumbled, getting up from the couch, and moving over to her desk.

He looked at the drawing she had done, and cocked his head.

"What's wrong?" Angela asked, there was no way he could know that this was the face of their latest victim, seeing as the skull was under cover, quite literally.

"Why did you draw Andrew?" He asked in a small voice and Angela stiffened in the chair,

"Whose Andrew?" She asked, praying to whatever was out there that he was mistaken.

"He's the goalie at our after school club," he pointed to picture, and the missing front tooth, "His tooth fell out because someone kicked the ball and it hit him really hard, but it was an accident." Parker said, not noticing how Angela reached for her phone with trembling hands to call Brennan.

--

Parker watched with interest as the adults around him talked fast and quiet as Angela sat at the computer, thinking that he couldn't hear them.

"Am I in trouble?" He asked loudly, afraid that he had done something to upset them all.

His dad turned around to look at him, and Parker noticed how tired his dad was, Booth picked him up and rested him on his hip, "You didn't do anything wrong Parker," he said, ignoring the looks from the squint squad.

It seemed strange watching Booth play the doting father; after all they had seen him do.

"Listen buddy, are you sure that's Andrew?" He asked and Parker nodded.

"It's confirmed," Angela said, moving from in front of the computer screen as they all saw the picture of the small boy, with the glaring red words MISSING above his head.

There seemed to be a moment of silence until Parker broke it, "Is Andrew dead?" he asked, knowing what had happened last time he had seen a picture of his friend at his dads work.

Booth looked a little lost and they sympathized, leaving the room.

All but Zack, who stood there oblivious until Hodgins reached in and pulled him out.

--

Booth moved over to the couch and sat down, placing Parker on his lap, as Bones watched helplessly, she went to leave but stopped at the pleading look in Booth's eyes ground her to the spot and she leaned back on Angela's desk.

"Yeah he is Parker." Parker sat there, his eyes filling up with tears.

"Is it because of me?" He asked in a shaky voice and Booth's eyes widened, no, it's because of me, he thought bitterly but just shook his head and hugged his son.

"No Parker, it's not because of you. There is a very bad man out there and Bones and I are going to catch him, this isn't your fault Parker. Don't think that again okay?" Parker nodded against his dad's chest and Booth watched them, a warm feeling coming over her despite the situation, and she let her mind wander over the possibilities of the life she could have with Booth.

A knock at the door interrupted her wandering mind as Cam walked into the room, clutching at a plastic evidence bag, but she stopped a moment watching the scene with Booth and Parker and Brennan felt a pang of jealously.

She coughed loudly causing Booth and Parker to look up, "What is it Camille?" He asked and she motioned for him to come over to where he was standing.

He moved Parker off his lap, "I'll be back in a minute, I just have to see what Cam wants."

"Maybe it's ice-cream? To make you feel better?" Parker sniffed and Booth chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair.

"We'll have to ask Bones really nicely to make us ice-cream sundaes later." He whispered, making sure Cam couldn't hear. Not aware that Angela already knew about the situation.

Making his way to Cam his eyes never left Bones, he loved watching her, just how she was standing, and the way she crossed her arms, preparing herself for the news.

"What is it?" He asked, unconsciously standing by Bones, making sure that their shoulders were touching, and she leaned into him slightly, the action not going unnoticed by Cam.

"Before I gave Hodgins the clothes and Zack the okay to clean the bones, we found a piece of paper in the boy's pocket. I assumed it was a sweet wrapper of some kind, but sent it down to forensics just to be sure, and they said it was a note."

"What did it say?" Bones asked and Cam took a deep breathe, holding the evidence bag out for her to take.

Booth leaned over her shoulder and felt himself pale as he read the scrawled words in front of him.

How many more Agent Booth? How many more until I can say I've had my revenge?


I found my muse! Yay! Hope you like this chapter! In the next chapter there will be more fluff...as I have this desire to write fluff...don't worry I'll try to keep it as in character as I can.

Anywho, thank you for reading! If you do let me know what you think. :)