Okay, yes, this is like the shortest chapter ever. Maybe if I get begged I will be convinced to put up ANOTHER one. Yes, I'm in a good mood if anyone couldn't tell :)

Booth swore loudly for the third time in the past five minutes. He paced up and down the length of his office in the FBI building, running his hand across his hair yet again.

"Booth?" the young FBI agent named Tommy poked his head nervously around the doorway. "I... have the... file that you asked for..."

He tentatively held it out to Booth, clearly noticing that he was in a very ticked off mood.

"Thanks," he said, snatching it from the young man, who promptly hurried off.

Booth dropped heavily into his chair and dropped the file in front of him. He stared at it for a moment, at the name Jake Roberts on the tab. It was a name that would have meant nothing to him the night before. Now... now he wanted to kill the guy in the most torturous method he possibly could.

Last night had been beyond shocking and infuriating, it had been the worst experience of his life, hearing what had happened to her, what this... monster had done to her.

She hadn't said much after he'd held her close, just warned him tearfully that there would be some pictures in the file, and then told him to go home; she was fine.

Typical Bones. "Fine." He snorted... but then sighed and buried his head in his hands.

He raised his eyes again to look at the file. He was terrified by it at the same time that he knew he needed it if he wanted to get this guy. He didn't want to see what he knew would be inside. He'd seen only one picture of her as a teenager, a picture from before her foster care experience, in the file on her parents. In this file he was quite aware that the pictures would not be of the smiling, happy, young Bones.

Booth leaned forward, flicking a finger under the corner of the file but pausing. Finally he flipped it open. The first paper, the one on the top, was a police report. He turned it over; now what he saw was details on sentencing. He read as calmly as he could through the details, his teeth clenching tightly.

Jake Roberts; charge: the physical and sexual assault of Temperance Brennan of the foster care system, who was staying with the Roberts family at the time of the attacks. The assaults took place over the span of over one month regularly. Found guilty and sentenced to twenty years in prison. The foster care system gave a statement from Brennan but refused to allow her to testify do to the constraints of the protection they imposed after taking her back into the full custody of the state.

Booth stared at the forms for a moment and then made himself turn the pages again. He stopped cold when he reached the evidence that the jury had been presented with. The pictures burned themselves into his brain with fiery intensity. There were a few full pictures of her in undergarments with every inch of skin covered in dark bruising. Her neck was marked with deep hand print bruises. There were close-ups as well, of the markings on her arms, legs, wrists, and neck. They showed the bruising up close and allowed him to see that there were long scars as well, from a knife or sharp instrument. Her wrists, or at least her right one since the left was wrapped in a cast, showed clear markings of very tight bindings. She'd been tied down. His teeth ground together furiously.

There was one more picture, a close up of her face. The eyes haunted him; the right one had bruising around it, but that wasn't what tore his heart. It was the look in them, the deadness and the sorrow. The pain. The fear.

It hurt him more than anything else ever had.

He was going to find this Jake... and he was going to make him pay. Deeply.