A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the reviews, I totally appreciate it.
She walked into the Jeffersonian on Monday at 8:45 with a huge grin on her face. 'Stop it.' She thought to herself. 'Be serious, you have to work.' But she couldn't. The last four days since Booth had come back were unbelievable. She had asked him to move in with her, by the next day half his stuff was in her apartment. Now amongst her books and trinkets were his family pictures and knick knacks. She couldn't believe how easily it had come together. All of his stuff naturally had a place in her apartment, she barely had to put anything of her own away. He was able to give his apartment up fairly quickly, only having to pay until the end of the month.
They had spent the rest of the week enjoying each other's company. They went for walks and visited museums and told each other things no one else knew about. They had watched Breakfast at Tiffany's one night and proceeded to spend the rest of the day doing things that neither of them had ever done before. 'That proved to be interesting.' She thought to herself as she blushed. She was happy and she liked that feeling.
But coming back to the Jeffersonian brought back the unpleasant feeling regarding their work situation. They needed to be partners again, they both knew it. While neither of them were willing to give up on their relationship, she knew it would be hard on both of them. She walked into her office and set her bag down and sighed. She liked working at the Jeffersonian but without Booth it wasn't the same. When he was gone, she thought that she would get used to working without him, but the exact opposite was true.
He had gone back to work today as well. He could have gone earlier, but Cullen let him have a few days off. 'He was probably in a meeting with Cullen right now.' She thought to herself. Although she wished it were true, she knew Cullen wasn't going to just hand them their partnership back.
There was a knock at her door. She looked up and saw Cam.
"Dr. Brennan, we need your assistance." Cam said.
She followed Cam out to the platform where the four bodies from last week lay.
"You are still working on these?" she asked.
'We can't determine the murder weapon." Zach said. "I'm sorry Dr. Brennan."
"It's okay Zach, but why do you need me? I don't do FBI cases." She said.
"I thought that maybe you would help out considering we are at a dead end." Cam replied.
"Tell me about it!" Matthews shouted.
She turned and saw Agent Matthews and Booth walking towards them.
"Booth are you back?" Angela said, jumping forward.
"Uhh…no." Booth said uncomfortably. He waited as Matthews swiped his card and let them both in. He turned to her. "You left your manuscript in the car. I know you wanted it so…"
"Did you peek?" she interrupted, coming towards him.
"No!" he replied indignantly. " You could let me read it though. We are living together and you let whatshisface.."
"David." She interrupted.
"..read it, why not me?" he continued.
"You can read it when it comes out like everyone else." She said grabbing the manuscript and turning her attention to the bodies.
"So no murder weapon still?" Matthews said. "This case is starting to piss me off. My suspects aren't giving me anything."
"Zach?" she said, looking at the computer screen where an enhanced image of the wound was showing. "This is the cause of death?"
"Yes, Dr. Brennan." Zach replied. "They all died of a subdural hematoma. They were attacked with some sort of instrument. I have tried various pokers and stun guns but none of them fit."
"It looks like.." she started.
"The pig gun." Booth interrupted. "The one used to…" he trailed off.
"Kill my mother." She said softly. "But this one has a narrower point and a much larger diameter. It wasn't used with much force."
"So not a weapon." Booth said, wandering over to the table that contained the various weapons. "A turkey baster?" he said, looking oddly at Zach.
"Yes!" she replied.
"You think someone stabbed this guy in the head with a turkey baster?" he asked.
"No, I mean it has the right kind of point." She said.
"Can I see?" he gestured to Matthews, who was holding the case file in his hands. Matthews passed it over and he scanned it quickly.
"So maybe the boyfriend caught her sleeping with one of these guys." He said, pointing to the bodies.
"You always think it's the boyfriend." She said, annoyingly. "I have no time for conjecture. Besides, even if that were true, why would he kill the other two? The weapon we are looking for has a thick diameter but comes to a narrow point. So narrow that he probably whittled it down himself. In order for it to make an impact on the bone like this it would have to be made of iron or steel."
"A railroad spike!" he exclaimed.
"That could work." She replied, examining the skull.
"The boyfriend works at a junkyard. He could have picked it up there." He said, grinning.
:Someone else could have gotten hold of a spike." She noted. "See the pattern here?" she said, pointing to the monitor. "It suggest that it was twisted at some point."
"So this guy hammered a railroad spike into their heads and twisted it for good measure?" he asked. "That is sick."
"They must have been drugged." She replied. "Because he would have needed both hands to drive the spike in. We should check his hands for any healed cuts or bruises. He would have done damage to his hands."
"C'mon Bones, we should go check…" Booth started then fell silent. They had both noticed that everyone was staring at them.
He looked down at the file in his hand. "Sorry." He said, handing it back to Matthews. "Well I should go…umm…paperwork." He said lamely. He couldn't control the raging hole he felt in his gut. They were solving a case like old times. Damn he missed it. From the pained expression on her face she felt it too.
"Yeah." She replied. "Iron Age warrior…."
"Okay then." He said. He strode down the steps as she turned and went into her office, leaving five astonished people behind.
She sat down on her couch and sighed. God that felt good. Her and Booth sparring verbally and cracking the case. He had even called her Bones, something he hadn't done in a while. The look on his face when they both realized what they had been doing nearly broke her heart.
She sat for a few minutes, thinking her situation over, trying to come to some logical conclusion. 'I'm not happy here anymore.' She thought to herself. It wasn't just not being in the field, although that was a big part of it. The team was fractured, there was tension in the lab and she didn't like it. The team that they had so carefully constructed was falling apart. 'Booth was right when he said that if you take away one of us, you take all of us.' She mused.
She got up from the couch and sat in her chair. She knew what she had to do. She opened a blank document and began to type.
'I, Dr. Temperance Brennan, hereby resign…"