After Booth took Harry, Zack, and Brennen off to the victim's house, Angela followed Hodgins to his station. He hadn't been able to do much for the case, and was frustrated. However, Angela happened to be in a gossiping mood.

"Did you notice anything odd with the boys last night?" She asked, leaning against his cubicle's wall.

Hodgins shrugged, "They played loud punk music, kept to themselves, and didn't talk much in the car."

"Brennen and I think they at least were a couple."

"Zack is very asexual, but I think it's possible." Hodgins turned from his computer to face his girlfriend, "I also think Zack would be dominant. Just from what I've seen lately."

"At the moment it would seem so. A few weeks ago I wouldn't be so sure," Angela shrugged, "It's their business. Have you found anything?"

"Simple dust particles, soil congruent to the area he was found which implies Liam was dragged to the hanging site." Hodgins turned back to his computer.

"Meaning he was knocked out."

"Meaning he was already dead. My guess is that the killer raped, and killed him somewhere else. Then he dragged Liam to where he was hung, and raped him again."

Angela made a sick face, "Why hang him then?"

"I don't know."

"You want to help me set up a possible scenario?" There was a mysterious smirk on Angela's face.

The four of them didn't fit in the room so Zack, and Dr. Brennen stood in the hall while the other boys were facing the wall each with a sledgehammer in hand.

"You should aim towards the ground, and make as small a hole as possible in case there are objects on this wall." Dr. Brennen told them.

"Harry's smallest." Booth observed, "He should go in."

The raven nodded, took aim, and struck a foot above the ground. It didn't take long for them to create a hole just big enough for Harry to slip through. The young man took a UV flashlight, and went in to find his own personal corner of hell. It was dark with the only light coming from gaps in the ceiling. Most of the walls were covered in perverted sex toys. Ropes, gags, handcuffs, ribbons, whips (the least creepy to him), and in the corner a Persian Flail. Several scalpels adorned a wall next to a cross the size of a grown man. Nothing here said pleasure to Harry.

He trembled as he pulled out the UV light. Flashing his light around, Harry saw blood pooled around the odd cross. The whole room was eerier in his dark purple light. Harry quickly pulled on his gloves, put the flail in an evidence bag, and turned toward the scalpels.

It didn't take him long to pick out which blade had more blood on it, and therefore the most likely candidate for the murder weapon. He wanted out of there. Liam would have been terrified in this place with his Merinthophobia.

Harry took a last sweeping look around before reentering the real world. Silently, he handed Booth the evidence. Zack watched them awkwardly. He went over to Harry, and gently touched the man's arm which made him jump, and look at Zack wide-eyed. The brunette took in his friend's obvious fear in silence.

"It's a Merinthophob's nightmare in there." Harry's voice was weak, "Our victim wouldn't have been able to stand it for more then a few minutes. It would have driven him slowly insane."

"Did you notice another entrance?" Dr. Brennen asked. She hadn't noticed any difference in her newest assistant.

"No, it was too dark."

"I'll look." Zack offered before they could try to get Harry back in there. Without waiting for an answer, he took the light, and made his way through the hole.

Harry had been right, Zack noticed as he glanced around. There was no way Liam MacIntosh would have been able to survive there. He would have dreaded it. What Harry hadn't seen was the rug placed in the middle of the room. Zack glanced under it with his Ultra Violet light to see even more blood. It seemed like somebody had been completely drained of blood there. Also under the carpet was a trap door. Zack opened it to find Mr. Green's bedroom right underneath. Perfect access.

Before long, they were all in there with Harry looking very uncomfortable. He kept looking over at the cross, and its leather binds. Zack didn't go far from him, but was more comfortable in the room then Harry was.

Booth watched Harry's discomfort for about ten minutes, before saying something, "Bones, I think you should gather any evidence you can find, and we'll head back to the lab to test it."

Dr. Brennen looked up at him from where she was swabbing for blood samples, "Why? We can do it here just as well. Plus, less travel if it proves to be the murder scene."

He crouched next to her, and whispered, "Yes, but Harry's not going to be much help here. He looks like he's going to throw up."

She looked over, and noticed for the first time that Booth was right, "He does look rather ill. You are correct, we can test everything at the lab."

Barely an hour later, they were safe in the clean lab. Harry was still slightly out of it, but able to work swiftly with DNA identification on their blood samples. His findings said that two other boys bled in that room as well as Liam MacIntosh. They were identified as two boys who had committed suicide while in the foster home of Hunter Green. Zack found traces of Liam's blood on both the scalpel, and flail.

"Do we have enough to arrest him now?" Harry asked Booth once they were done presenting him with the new evidence. His voice was still shallow, and emotionless.

"Yes," Booth answered solemnly, "I want you to stay here while I make the arrest though. We'll get to that part of the job eventually, but not today."

"But-!" Harry called after Booth.

"Stay!"

Harry shut up as his boss' back disappeared. He tried to calm himself. There was no need to go all control freak over being not there for the arrest. Rationally, he knew he was safer at the Jeffersonian since it was impossible to gage how the man would react to the truth being found out.

"This case is really getting to you." Angela observed, causing the boy to look up with a start. For he was a boy right then instead of the man she knew. He was clearly freaked out, and terrified about something. Being who she was, Angela meant to find out what.

"Did you know the victim?" Dr. Saroyan asked, "He went to your friend's restaurant often."

"No." Harry answered her shortly.

"Hey, honey, you want some tea? I think there's some in my office, and we can't really do much until Booth gets back." Angela offered, gently wrapping her arm around him.

Harry nodded silently, and let the woman lead him off the platform. As it turned out, Angela had very good tea, and Harry sipped it happily. He was slowly starting to forget the earlier events as he was absorbed in one of her paintings.

"It's very good." He said when she handed him the cup, and gestured toward the artwork, "I really like how brave you are with your brush strokes. They're deliberate, and it makes the message bolder."

Angela looked over at him, "Thank you. I think you're the first to say something about the action. Brennen always said that I have an eye for underlining structure, and none of the others really say anything."

"They're a beautiful form of macabre. Morbid enough to not present a false form of reality, and yet playful enough to explain that things get better."

"How do you know about art?"

Harry took a sip, and smiled, "I took some classes at school. Creativity isn't really my thing, but I enjoy looking at art. Plus, one of my sister-in-laws is an artist. She likes telling me about her work, even though I creep her out."

"You creep her out? Why do you creep her out?" Angela settled down on the couch gracefully with a folder open on her knee, "You seem fairly normal for this profession."

Harry shrugged, "I'm a raven in a flock of gingers. She hasn't figured out the adoption thing yet. Plus, I talk about dead things a lot at home. Everybody else is fascinated by it, but she gets sick."

"So you were adopted."

Harry sat down lightly next to her, "Yeah, after being in the British foster system for a summer. I turned sixteen that year."

"What happened during the fifteen years between that and becoming an orphan?"

Harry found himself analyzing Angela. In many ways, she reminded him of his mums, both Lily and Molly. She would do anything for the people that she cared about, and always had a way of knowing exactly what he didn't want to talk about. He found himself trusting her enough to tell her almost everything.

"I lived with my aunt and uncle. They had me sleep in the closet under the stairs. It was very claustrophobic. When I got kicked out of boarding school, they made me go back full time. I ran away, which lead to the foster system, and being adopted by best friend from school's family. Suddenly, I had five older brothers, and a younger sister." Harry smiled, "Four sisters now, and six brothers. I'm the only one not in a steady relationship. My two oldest brothers each have a child now, and one is expecting a second."

Angela was beaming, "Keep talking. You're so much happier when discussing them then normal."

Harry's smile grew, "The twins only find each other attractive, and while it would bother most people we haven't had any problems with it. Everybody else is married. Ron was the one who convinced them to adopt me. He's my best friend, and he married our other friend from school, Hermione. They work for the government now in Muggle Relations. It's useless but they really try to get the rest of the world to understand non-magical people better. I wouldn't have gotten through school without him. He studied with me when he was in town, and helped me the best he could from a distance."

"Wow, you really talk once you get going."

Harry took a large drink, "I decided that you're trustworthy."

Angela was taken aback by his wording, "What happened to you? It's like you try hard to be as perfect as you can to make up for something. What?"

He shook his head, "Not yet. I like relishing in having my secrets. Life was far from easy though. My parents had to go through a lot of horrible things to be allowed by the Magical Government to take care of me. They gave me so much, and without them I wouldn't have gotten here. I want them to be proud of me."

"I'm sure they are." Angela smiled, glancing down at the paper she had, "It says here that Hunter Green was a foster father in London before he moved here eight years ago. When you would have been seventeen."

"I don't understand the relevance of that."

"The way you look at Liam, it's almost like you feel his pain. Zack's possessiveness around Mr. Green. You getting nauseous at the crime scene today. All the secret whispering between you and Zack. It's all evidence that suggests you knew Hunter Green years ago, and Zack knows what happened since you two used to be in a relationship." Angela gently rubbed his shoulder, "You can tell me, Harry."

Before Harry could decide what to do, Zack came rushing into the room, "Booth is back."

They all practically ran to where he was; each was so desperate to find out what happened.

"He ran."