UPDATE 4 January 2007 A/N:Goldy and I both drop to our knees to beg for your forgivness: We are so sorry. Please forgive us. We know that we left this fiction go too, way too long with no updates. :begins to cry: We are so sorry. Now, with that out the way, this chapter has been posted before. We are REPOSTING chapter ten, simply because we made a few, slight changes to it. Nothing huge. Look for chapter seven to follow very shortly. You may want to reread this fiction just so you can remembered (since both Goldy and I had too). Thank you for your understanding. We're going to go build a fort of ceral boxes just in case.

Without facts, the decision cannot be made logically. You must rely on your human intuition.
- Spock

"Lilly Rosebourgh, nineteen year old female originally from California, moved to Alabama when she was thirteen with her family. As of now there's no record that she and Doohan knew each other before coming here. She checked into the same hotel as we did the day before the convention started, and registered for the convention five months ago." Brennan nodded at Booth to let him know that she was paying attention. "Several persons have come forward saying that they saw Doohan and Rosebourgh together, including the day before his body was found."

"But unless Rosebourgh is a rather large woman," Brennan pointed out, "Then she didn't work alone to kill Doohan."

"Agreed, which leads us back to Sinclair."

"You think they worked together?" Booth nodded.

"Rosebourgh might not have known Doohan, but Sinclair did. I had Henson do a little more digging for us. Turns out Doohan and Sinclair knew each other. Rumor has it that they had a short affair."

"Why didn't we know that before?" Brennan asked.

"Because it was ten years ago. Doohan was thirty-seven and Sinclair was just pushing twenty."

"But do Sinclair and Rosebourgh know each other?" Booth shrugged.

"I don't know, but we're going to find out."

Savannah Sinclair sat casually in the wooden chair of the local police station. Her legs were crossed, allowing her mini-skirt to show off a generous amount of toned thigh. She had her fingers laced together, resting atop he leg. Brennan took her in- measured her up. Every blonde hair was in place. Every eyelash coated with exactly the right amount of black mascara. Her full lips donned a fiery shade of red lipstick. Her eyes never strayed far from Booth, and Brennan found herself clenching her jaw until it hurt. "So tell us, Ms. Sinclair," Booth began. "Are you enjoying the convention?" Savannah titled her head slightly, and batted her lashes. A small, seductive smile graced her lips.

"Ah, I see you've figured out my little game, Agent Booth," she said, her voice as smooth as honey. "Sorry to keep you in the dark about my other persona, but I found it most entertaining to chase you as both human and Klingon"

"We were hoping you could answer a few questions," Booth went on.

"You didn't have to bring me down here for answers, Seeley," Savannah told him. Brennan shivered as Booth's first name rolled off the other woman's tongue.

"Agent Booth," Booth corrected. "And we are in the middle of an investigation." Savannah licked her lips, and then smiled again.

"Of course, and just what do you wish for me to answer?"

"For starters, why didn't you tell us that you knew the victim?" A slender shoulder raised and fell.

"I knew Jimmy," she admitted. "And I also knew how that would look, especially when I've been with him on…several occasions since coming to this convention."

"Define, 'with him'," Booth said. Savannah sat up a little straighter in her chair and looked Booth right in the eyes.

"We had sex," she told him. "Wild, passionate, make-you-scream sex. The kind I wanted to have with you." Savannah uncrossed her legs and leaned forward in her seat. "You know the kind, don't you, Agent Booth?" she continued. "The kind of sex that lasts for hours, and makes you sticky and breathless. The kind that takes you to the height of emotions and just when your body is begging for you to stop, you tumble over the edge and your release feels like you're soaring." Her voice had grown soft during her description, and her eyes wide. Like a spider trying to draw in her prey, Brennan thought, as she watched the woman who sat across from her partner.

"And just when was the last time you had intercourse with Doohan?" Booth asked. Savannah sat back, disappointed. Booth seemed as calm and cool as ever.

"Two nights before he was found dead," she told him. "We were supposed to meet the next night, but he stood me up. I guess I know why now."

"Why were you sleeping with him, anyway?" Savannah crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Nothing better to do," she answered off handedly. "We knew each other from way back. We meet each other here and decided to hook up. The sex with Jimmy was always good." Brennan rolled her eyes.

"Do you know if he was sharing the good times with anybody else?"

"I wouldn't know." Booth looked over at Brennan and gestured toward the door. "You know, Agent Booth," Savannah called, as he was following Brennan out. "I still think we could make sweet music together." Booth turned back to look at her.

"I don't think so, Ms. Sinclair. I don't do it with murder suspects and frankly, you're not my type." With that, Booth walked out and shut the door.

"Now what?" Brennan asked.

"Now, we find Rosebourgh."

Angela, Zack and Hodgins stood together watching the people of the convention. A group of men dressed in Star Fleet uniforms walked by. One of them, a tall man, with dark brown hair smiled at Angela. She smiled back and watched him go. "Now he can fly my ship any day," she said to her two male companions, both of who rolled their eyes.

"We're here to do a job, Angela," Hodgins reminded her.

"I know that, but it doesn't mean I can't look."

"Talk more, look less," Hodgins said. "I'm ready to go home and get way from all these...freaks."

"They're not freaks," Zack protested, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Okay, Booth and Brennan are supposed to meet us for lunch at 11:30 to swap information," Angela said. "I suggest that we get a move on it." The men nodded at her and they all moved in separate directions.

Angela smiled over at the guy with the brown hair. After leaving Hodgins and Zack, she immediately sought him out. The man returned the smile and walked over to her. "I was hoping I would see you again," he said. "I'm Chad. Chad Boden." He held out his hand and Angela accepted it.

"Angela," she replied.

"Very nice to meet you Angela. I couldn't help but notice the two men with you. Boyfriends?" Angela laughed.

"No, co-workers," she told him.

"We're here investigating the body that was found." Chad looked Angela up and down.

"Not to make you mad, but you don't look like the kind of girl who would work with the dead."

"I'm a forensic artist," she told him.

"Really? And what does a forensic artist do?"

"Mostly I draw what a person looked like, before death, normally from a skull." Angela smiled at the look Chad gave her. "But don't worry, I don't handle any other bones. There are other people who do that." Chad returned her smile.

"So tell me, Angela, forensic artist…" he began.

Zack found the group of Klingons that he had been talking with since arriving. He greeted them in their language and they welcomed him in.

"Zack, you look stressed," one of the men observed. Zack nodded.

"Agent Booth is pushing for us to close this case," he informed the group.

"And are you any closer?" someone asked. Zack shook his head no.

"Afraid not. We're tracking down a few leads, nothing I can talk about." The men all nodded.

"Tough break, Zack. Is there anything else we may be able to do to help you?"

"I think we've been over everything," Zack told them. "Unless…do you know Rialcnis?" They all nodded. "Then what can you tell me about her?"

"She's a fine woman," the leader said. "Always willing to spread Klingon pride." Zack noticed something unspoken go between a few of the men.

"How willing is she?" he asked, feeling he already knew the answer.

Hodgins hated where he was. He had better things to do than stand around some Star Trek convention. He almost growled his frustration, until he saw her. Her in plain street clothes, with rusty red hair, brown eyes and a look of complete boredom. Hodgins swallowed, smoothed down his shirt and walked over to her.

"Hi," Hodgins said with a smile. The woman gave him a half smile and a quick nod. "I'm Jack."

"Lisa," she answered. Lisa looked Hodgins up and down. "You're not one of them, are you?"

"If you're talking about all those freaks," he answered waving his hand. "Then no. Thank God." This time Lisa smiled properly.

"Good, if I have to talk to another Klingon or Vulcan or anything else, I think I'll scream." Hodgins nodded his agreement.

"So, what are you doing here then?"

"My little brother is one of them, so I promised to bring him for his birthday."

"Some sister."

"Yeah, well, he's some brother. How about you? Why are you here?"

"You know that Vulcan that was found dead?" Lisa nodded. "I'm in on the investigation."

"Cool."

"Not so cool. The FBI agent in charge is pushing to close the case."

"Then…are you FBI?"

"Oh no," Hodgins said, holding up his hands. "I'm a 'bug guy'."

"So how did you get pulled into a murder case?" Hodgins gave a small shrug.

"I work with a team. It's a team thing. In fact, I'm supposed to be trying to track down information, as we speak."

"Oh? What kind?"

"Anything really. About Jimmy Doohan. Savannah Sinclair. Lilly Rosebourgh."

"Rosebourgh?" Lisa questioned.

"You know her?" Lisa nodded yes.

"I do. She's my bother's girlfriend."

Ah, a refreashing twist. What will Chapter Seven hold??