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He didn't know how it happened. Didn't know what Cullen had said to her, but something must have been said because he was driving down the street to a crime scene with Bones.

It had been such a long time since she had been in his SUV, not since that night that they had both lost their heads. He didn't even see her the next morning. When he woke up she was already gone, and there was no note or anything left behind. It was like she was never even there.

It didn't matter that she had not said a word to him since she had gotten into his SUV. It didn't faze him in the least that she had not even looked at him once. Nothing like that bothered him, because he was off thinking about something else.

He was thinking about how drawn up she looked. How pale and thin and unkempt she looked. In the many years that he had known her, she had never looked like she did today. Not even when she returned from a dig down in Chile had she looked like this.

Wanting to ask what the problem was, he bit his tongue. No right, not anymore. He had no right, anymore to ask about anything to do with her life. He could see it in her face, the way she carried herself that something concerned her.

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She didn't know what to do when he got there, didn't know how to act. She was waiting for him down in the lobby, not wanting him to come up to the lab. It wasn't a place that he was welcome anyways, at least not when she was around.

He didn't say a word to her. She was willing him to say something…anything. But nothing. No hello or how are you doing or anything like that. She wondered if he was still mad about her leaving before he woke up. But she had to get out of there.

Staring out the window, the silence was louder than any conversation she had been apart of in the past two months. She couldn't look at him, because she knew if she did he would start questioning her appearance.

Angela had been getting on to her these past few weeks. Fussing over her because of her hair and her clothes. She didn't care, because she didn't go out into the field anymore. She only needed to wear something that was halfway presentable, because it wasn't like her bones were judging her.

She knew she had lost weight. She knew she hadn't been eating like she needed to. Understood, more than most that she needed to eat more food. She knew that she needed the nutrition to stay alive (kind of dreadful aint it).

Sleeping was something that she needed to do too. She wasn't able to…hadn't been able to sleep a full night in a while. A night…one night…without nightmares would be welcomed.

When they arrived at the scene, most of the other agents gave them a wide berth knowing how their attitudes had been in the past. She ignored them, Booth most of all, and went about her job dealing with the body.

"We need everything sent to the Jeffersonian. All the dirt around the body, that includes the bugs and anything else you might need." She told an agent standing near her.

Brushing her hands off on her pants, she started loading her equipment back into her bag. When she was finished she stood and walked back over to Booth's SUV to wait until he was done.

She hadn't noticed the look the agent had given Booth when she told him what to do and not Booth. She didn't see the questioning look in the other agent's eyes and Booth shrugging to say that he didn't know what was wrong.

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He saw them arrive at the scene. He knew how Dr. Brennan and Special Agent Booth worked crime scenes. She looked at the body and told him what needed to be done. What she needed. He was her voice when she was at a scene.

Working with Dr. Brennan before, he knew that she liked to be right near the bones, as close as she could get. He was proud that he had gotten enough experience to be allowed to work alongside her.

Seeing them arrive, he felt a change in the atmosphere. He had heard that something had happened between the two of them. He also knew that she hadn't been out in the field in about two months...knew that she didn't want to be out there with him now.

He also knew that he had been blessing out his fellow agents. So much so that no one wanted to be partnered up with him until he cooled down again. Everyone knew that something had happened between him and that doctor, but no one had the guts to come right out and ask him what happened.

They knew if they asked her, they would probably end up in the hospital with any number of broken bones. They would probably also have internal injuries that wouldn't be explained away by saying that they had fallen into some furniture.

Asking him was out of the question too. Who would want to ask a Special Forces trained sniper what was going on with him and the doctor? They knew if they asked he could kill them and make it look like an accident, or at least get rid of the body and not have it traced back to him.

He saw how she didn't acknowledge any agent, how she just went right to the body and began doing her job. He could see that she was in particular ignoring Agent Booth.

When she was done, she surprised him yet again. She spoke to him…and that was something she had never done before. Used to in the past, she would speak to Booth, who would in turn tell everyone what she wanted done. She actually looked through Booth to speak to him.

"We need everything sent to the Jeffersonian. All the dirt around the body, that includes the bugs and anything else you might need."

He was shocked. Never before, at a crime scene, had she talked to anyone other than Special Agent Booth. That's when he realized that something bad had happened between them.

Nodding at Dr. Brennan's request, he signaled to his assistants to help him gather the materials that she had requested. He watched her walk off, completely ignoring Agent Booth. He looked over at him with a questioning look and all he did was shrug his shoulders.

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At least he wasn't the only one noticing Dr. Brennan's weird behavior. Never would he have thought that she would actually talk to someone out at a crime scene. She never had before….until today.

Shrugging at the agent's questioning look, he walked over to his SUV so he could take her back to the lab. So many things were running through his mind…so many things that he wanted to say to her, to scream to her. But nothing came out.

He couldn't yell at her, he cared for her too much. Even when she went and beat down the gang leader, he couldn't yell at her. When she got kidnapped by the Gravedigger, he wanted to yell at her for getting herself into trouble again.

He couldn't, though. He could not bring himself to yell at her, or to do anything to cause her pain. He also didn't want to give her a reason to hate him more than she did now.

They drove back to the lab in silence. Complete silence. Breathing, that was the only thing you could hear. Breathing…nothing more and nothing less.

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Over the next week she never went anywhere else but the lab and her home. She had to find out what had happened to the little girl they had in their lab. She wanted to know who killed the little girl and buried her body at the back of her daycare playground.

Everyone was focusing on this case. They knew that the child had been buried, and they knew that she was dead when it happened, but in the beginning that was all they had to go on. Then they started getting the test results in.

"Dr. B…I've got something for you!" She could hear Hodgins shout across the lab. She knew that it must be good if he was yelling at her.

"What did you find, Hodgins?" She saw him smiling, so that must be good.

"I found mulch in her clothing. She was buried in sand, not in mulch." She didn't understand what he was saying, so he went on. "This particular brand of mulch is used only in the upscale community. I know, because that is what is used in my front yard. This stuff costs about two hundred dollars for a ten pound bag." He saw Angela's eyes get big, but carried on. "Also, it is only available at about five different stores in all of D.C. and only for about three months out of the year."

"Okay…what does that tell us Hodgins? That she is most likely from an upper class family?"

They knew that. They knew that her parents both worked at a bank here in D.C. and they knew that they had both been out of town, separately. Their daughter had been staying with her nanny, who had reported her missing.

Booth had talked to the nanny himself, and relayed all the information he could get from her to Cam. He told her that he thought that the little girl might have been kidnapped from her backyard, because that is where the nanny last saw her.

That was weird, finding out all this information on the victim from Cam. Booth always used to call her, or bring her with him when he went to interview the families. Maybe this is how things were going to be handled from now on…maybe this was all for the best.

She stood there for a minute, staring at the bones laid out in front of her. She was trying to figure out what had happened to this little girl. Picking up each bone and carefully looking over them, she went over every detail, trying to pick up on something that wasn't supposed to be there.

Who had buried her? What had happened to her?

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Angela could see Brennan's eyes focusing on the bones in front of her. She wondered what else might be going on in her head, but then she knew Brennan. She was not thinking about anything but this little girl. This little girl who lost her life, and they were trying to figure out what had happened to her.

"Oh….." Angela looked back at Brennan.

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"Oh…."

She had found what happened, and now she had to tell Cam. She had to tell her to call Booth because he had to go arrest the victim's nanny.

"Cam, I figured out what happened. I don't know how it happened, how someone could do this, but this is what happened. She was hit in the chest with something hard. You can see here," pointing to a part on an upper rib "you can see where it looks like some blood is pooling here. She was hit with something very hard, and it caused her rib to puncture her aorta."

Cam looked at her before saying "Why didn't I see this when I was examining her organs earlier? Why didn't we see the blood?"

"I figure that this was done a little before she died, and the puncture wound is so small that you might have missed it. As for the blood, if you call Booth and have him examine the container that they keep the mulch in I think you will find where she was stored."

She took a step back, took her gloves off, and rubbed her face. This case was hitting her like no other case had before. How could someone hit this little girl that hard to break a rib so it could kill her?

She had to get out of here. At least get off the examining platform, because she couldn't look at this little girl anymore.

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After requisitioning the nanny, Booth found out that she had been the one to hit the victim. She had 'accidentally' hit her with a free weight when she was exercising. She didn't want to take the girl to the hospital for fear of losing her job, so she just watched her at home.

That evening when she was helping her to get ready for bed, she saw how big the bruise was getting. She told herself that if it wasn't looking better by morning, she would take her to get help. That morning when she went to get the victim up, she was already dead.

Booth couldn't believe what he was hearing. Instead of calling for help she took the body out to the shed and placed her in the mulch container until that night when she could do something with the body. Then she had taken the body to the daycare center to bury her there, because she knew the little girl had fun there.

The next day she called the cops saying that the little girl was missing. She played the part very well…so well in fact that she had Booth fooled.

He called Cam to tell her that he arrested the nanny, and she told him that Brennan was back in her office…back staring at her relics. She hadn't been this way in a while, but something had triggered this in her. Something made her retreat into herself again.

What could he say to her? What could he do to help her? He has asked himself this many times and still gets the same answer…silence. He can do nothing…he will do nothing. This is something that she needs to do for herself.

A/N : THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE COMMENTING ON THIS STORY. I know nothing about writing the creepy death scenes…so excuse me if some things are wrong of if what happened is not possible. Let me know if I am wrong, and I will try to change it, but it doesn't really have any affect on the story (I don't think.?).

DO NOT FEAR, IT IS GOING TO GET GOOD IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO. I JUST HAD TO GET THIS OUT THERE, SO THAT YOU COULD 'SEE' HOW SHE WAS TREATING HIM AND HOW OTHER PEOPLE WERE NOTICING IT TOO.e He