Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but Tiffany, Freya, Andrew and Lydia are mine.

Chapter 12

Nomen Dubium - A doubtful name

The following morning Booth and Brennan dressed quickly and had a hurried breakfast before heading straight to the lab. They quickly grabbed the case file, Brennan made the mental note that yet again Cam was absent from work and the pair left, heading to the home of Andrew and Lydia Watson, Tiffany's parents. Booth hadn't had time to research them any further but he didn't want this to wait, he needed to find this killer. The longer it took to find Tiffany's killer the longer Brennan was in danger. The middle aged couple lived in upper D.C and the car ride there was fairly uneventful except for the ringing of Brennan's phone as they rounded the corner to the Watson's home. Booth pulled over in front of the house and sat in the car whilst Brennan flipped open her phone.

'Brennan...Oh hi Zack...really...yeah I'll be there as soon as I'm done here...oh OK, put her on then...Hi...yeah we're at the house now...Angela.'

Brennan's tone had been one of reprimand as she said her best friends name and Booth knew she'd asked something about him.

'Right...OK...call me when you do...sure, bye.'

She closed the phone, stuffing it back in her pocket and turning to Booth.

'So what did the great Zacheroony want?'

'Don't call him that.'

Booth pulled a face which she ignored and sighed loudly, shaking her head at his immaturity before answering

'He wants my help back at the lab; he's still having trouble identifying the weapon used to inflict the mutilations on Tiffany's body.'

'What about Angela?'

'She had a face for victim two, she's gonna fax it through to your office so when we get back they might already have a name.'

'Right.'

'Right.'

'OK'

'You're stalling.'

'So are you.'

Brennan almost laughed but it was hardly appropriate

'Come on, its now or never.'

The pair moved from the car and strode side by side to the front door of the suburban house. Even from the outside it was easy to tell the family had money. The imposing cream house was surrounded by a traditional white picket fence and was flanked by two equally imposing properties on either side of it. The inside of the house was obscured by thick net curtains but the expensively modeled car told them that the family were home. They reached the door and Brennan gave Booths hand a quick squeeze before reaching up, taking hold of the large brass door knocker and waiting for the door to be answered. The pair didn't have to wait for long and soon enough a woman in roughly her mid forties opened her door and stared at the pair. The woman was small and thin yet her crisp business suit let Brennan and Booth know she wasn't the frail homely type. Booth pulled out his badge an flashed it to the woman they assumed was Mrs Watson.

'Mrs Watson? I'm Agent Booth of the FBI; this is my partner Dr. Brennan. May we come in?

All at once the woman seemed almost irritated but moved aside and allowed Booth and Brennan to enter the house before leading the way to the spacious living room.

'Is your husband home?'

'Yes, he's in the office. I'll just fetch him.'

Mrs. Watson left the room, leaving Booth and Brennan to take in their new surroundings.

'Nice place.'

Booth may think so but to Brennan something was wrong, out of place.

'Booth something doesn't...'

She was interrupted by the re-entrance of Mrs Watson who was closely followed by her husband, an older man in his mid to late fifties who although he was wearing a suit seemed far friendlier from the outset than Mrs. Watson.

'Hi I'm Andrew Watson, please take a seat.'

The pair obliged and Brennan left Booth to the talking as usual and let her eyes wander around the lavishly furnished room. The room was spotless, not a thing out of place, so what was bothering her?

'Mr and Mrs Watson...'

'Please call me Andrew, and this is Lydia.'

Lydia Watson didn't seem to pleased at being on first name terms with Booth but he ploughed ahead regardless as Brennan tried to shift the terrible feeling of unease that had settled in hr stomach and got the distinct impression that if she believed in gut feelings this was what it would be like. Something wasn't right, the whole situation was wrong. Lydia was wrong, she hadn't been at all surprised to see them.

'I'm afraid I have some news regarding your daughter.'

That was it, that was when Brennan saw it. Her eyes fell upon the silver frame and fixed onto it with a burning intensity. There on above the fire sat a clean, silver photo frame and inside it was a photograph of two young girls, two blond girls. Suddenly something clicked and the feeling dissipated. Brennan looked to Booth to somehow tell him but she wasn't quick enough. Mrs. Watson's nosed had turned up and frown lines creased her face.

'You've found her then, what's she done this time?'

Andrew ignored his wife's comment and leaned toward Booth.

'You mean you've actually found her? You've found Freya?

Booth was thrown.

'Freya?'

Booth thought quickly and changed tactics, giving a speedy sideways glance to Brennan

'Mr and Mrs Watson I'm not sure how to tell you this but we're here about Tiffany.'

The pair looked shocked and Andrew spoke first as his wife reached for his hand

'Tiff?' We thought this was about Freya, has something happened?'

'Booth, its the wrong girl, look at the photograph.'

She nodded to the image of the two girls and Booth understood.

Booth tried quickly to change his line of questioning.

'Do you mind me asking when was the last time you saw Freya?'

It was Mrs Watson that spoke, a faint hint of bitterness detectable in her voice.

'We never see Freya, she left when she was seventeen and she's only been back twice since. That was four years ago. The last we heard from her she was in Philadelphia visiting Tiffany. We had a phone call from Tiff' about 6 weeks ago saying they'd had a fight and that if Freya turned up here to tell her that Tiffany was sorry and that she wanted to talk. That was the last we heard of her, we figured she'd just moved on like always. Freya wasn't exactly one for keeping in touch.'

'What about Tiffany, when did you last hear from her?'

Booth might be avoiding the question but Brennan had jumped straight in with it. This time it was Andrew that answered.

'Tiff' came down for thanksgiving; she called a few times since.'

'I was never in to receive the call but Andy's spoken to her a few times haven't you love.' Brennan's mind buzzed and she knew Booths must be doing the same.

'Has she mentioned Freya again?'

'No.'

'Has Freya called?'

'I think so.'

'You think so?'

' Lydia was working late but about a week ago I came home and Freya's number was on the answer machine, there was no message though.'

Brennan looked at Booth and knew he was thinking the same. They were in over their heads and now was the time to leave. Booth took over, orchestrating a swift exit.

'Right, that should be all for now, thank you Mr Watson, Mrs Watson. We'll be in touch.' And with that he practically dragged Brennan out of the house and within five minutes the pair were driving out of the street. Neither of them spoke. They were both in shock. How could they have gotten it so wrong? Booth broke the silence.

'So, the girl at the lab is Freya Watson and not Tiffany?'

'Its certainly looking that way.' Her face was grim. She was never wrong.

'So the other body could that be Tiffany?'

'No the second set of remains comes from an African-American woman in her late teens, Tiffany's Caucasian.'

'So that leaves us with three problems then: What happened to Freya Watson? Who is the other set of remains and where the hell is Tiffany?'

'No Booth we have four problems: What happened to Freya?, Who is body No.2? Where is Tiffany?' And why did Andrew Watson say Freya had called last week when the remains are nearly 4 weeks old.'

So what was it like? Good? Bad? You tell me. Next part will be up as soon as I can get it finished and look forward to some more BB interaction.