Oh hey! the team is back! Chapter 12 as promised!

I'm sorry I'm a little slow in posting chapters. Work is taking up a lot of time, and I'm saving up for my photography trips, so I have to work even harder! I'll try really hard to finish chapters quickly, but I really want to take my time to put in details. Thank you to everybody who is reading this and I LOVE YOU!

Now back to crime fighting!

Brennan stills, before she whisks the phone from her pocket and calls Booth to tell him to come to the lab as soon as possible. She also asks him to bring along Sweets, and says she'll explain when he arrives. She allows a small smile to escape her lips when she hears Booth unceremoniously holler for the young doctor just before he hangs up, but not until he manages a quick "love you, bye".

Angela turns to give her husband a long hug, and everybody else is lost in their thoughts. Mainly along the lines of "if I had two hours left to live, what would I do?"

Cam surveys her team, and clears her throat. "Dr Hodgins, just to be sure, can you go through the blood sample again? I want a full chemical breakdown of the components, organic or not, normal or not. As quickly as possible, please." Hodgins straightens up with purpose, give Angela a peck on the cheek and dashes quickly to his office. Angela sighs, and decides that since everyone is ignoring the fact that in two hours they are going to be in trouble, she should too. Until she breaks down, that is.

She instructs Arastoo to bring the skull in for her to scan, sensing that identification of the victim is more of a priority now. He does swiftly, and sets in down on a podium in the middle of the room. Angela scans the skull with a wand, and inputs the data into her facial reconstruction programme, and promptly runs a CODIS search on the result. Since that will take some time, she moves on to another clue.

She picks up her tablet and brings up the green flashing message again. "Does this mean anything to anybody?" She asks wearily. Brennan shakes her head, brows furrowed, and Cam stares thoughtfully at the words, trying to look for a connection to something she barely just remembered. Arastoo is having an equally hard time. Angela decides she will ask Sweets instead, and she switches to the crime scene photos. The three previously puzzled looks change to scrutinizing ones, and the three scientists peer at the wide screens.

Arastoo is the first to speak. "I think we can safely deduce this is Mr Black. The height, body mass and occupational markers of Mr Black correspond to the body shown, and perhaps the murderer is trying to hint to us something since we do not have his bones." He finishes smoothly, a small frown on his features as he considers the purpose of the message.

"This shows a burned room, but the body is clearly not touched by the flame. The victim is holding on to a regulator attached to an oxygen tank, and he seems unconscious. He could have run out of air and simply passed out, but since we know that this is not the case, we have to assumed the tank contained the arsine. The murderer set the room on fire and tricked him into breathing in arsine thinking it was oxygen. This is officially murder, Dr Saroyan." Brennan finishes all her obvious conclusions, and indicates her boss with the nod of her head.

"You're right, Dr Brennan, Mr Vaziri," Cam murmurs. Her mind is still stuck on a small detail that something about the case is off, but she cannot really figure out why. She turns to Angela.

"Angela, could you pull all the crime scene photos and reconstruct the room at the time?"

"Sure," Angela replies, fingers already furiously working their magic on her tablet. She pulls all the angles of the photos supplied, and places them against a 3D room template. She adjusts the contrast of the pictures, and increases the brightness. She fiddles until the pictures fit seamlessly, and then runs her scanning program to look for obvious and hidden objects in the virtual room. The objects are mapped and put into another 3D replica of the room. The computer quickly works on its own now, and Angela watches as it finishes the scan. It gives a short beep, and Angela enlarges the second, more organised room.

It showed a large and tall room, about twice the size of Angela's office, and two walls were covered by empty bookshelves. There was a desk and chair against another wall, and two armchairs in yet another corner. The room looked grand with large showy windows with half-burnt curtains. There were empty frames hanging on the wall, and Angela suspects the paintings have been ripped out. There was a large pile of ash and half-burnt books in front of the large panel doors.

"Uhm guys, this looks like a really GRAND study, like the one Hodgins has," She suggests. ''Except Hodgins has a wall and three cabinets of pinned bugs, and it's my art on the walls instead of priceless masterpieces." She smiles at her husband's affectionate yet eccentric ways. "All the exits were blocked with fire," She indicates all the burnt drapes and ash - "and all those books would have meant that the room was choking with smoke. Our poor victim was arranged in the middle of the room, here, and the tank was placed just a few meters in front of him. It was like a breathe this or die thing." She finishes by indicating the placement of the victim and the tank. She shivers as she wonders what the victim thought of before he breathed his last mouth of poisoned air, and blanches when she remembers that Hodgins had breathed in the same gas as the guy.

A guitar riff from the computer jolts everybody, and Angela blushes furiously. "That's 'March of the Dead' by rock band Story of the Year... Apt huh? It's my new notification signal from CODIS, if I get more than one hit, " She explains embarrassed. "I hate the continuous beeps - they make me think I'm crazy..." She brings up the new CODIS matches for the two other victims up, and suddenly everyone is absorbed in reading.

Miss Josephine Kasandra Scarlett, aged 27, came back from the facial reconstruction programme and dental records.

A Diane White, aged 9, came back for the dead girl.

Anybody want to make any guesses on the game?

Hint: Mr Black, study, Miss Scarlett, rope, Miss White... (It's a board game!) Winner gets a shout out and a preview! :D

NEXT CHAPTER IS DIANE'S TURN!