Motivated

"What the hell motivated them to come up here?"

She felt at the mercy of the FBI agents swarming the rooftop of the Jeffersonian, especially this one who seemed more pitbull than interrogator. She wouldn't feel surprised if he accused her of abducting Angela. "Is that relevant?"

"Yeah, it is, Dr. Saroyan." Aubrey emerged from the litter of agents and she practically sighed with relief. "Was this a regular place for them to eat lunch?"

"Yes. Angela felt confined to home, work. . . ."

"Got it." He turned to relay some orders. "Track their way up to the roof and all the possible ways down." He turned back to her. "Dr. Hodgins was drugged?"

She nodded. "I took a blood sample and it's being analyzed now. We think it might have been the food."

He turned to another agent and ordered that the food be wrapped up and brought down to the lab. "And check Whey Chai's. See if they have a new delivery guy." He turned back to her. "Your lab will handle the blood and food and fingerprints. My techs will sweep this place and take it down to your lab. You got room for them? It'll be faster that way."

She bobbed her head. "Hodgins was taken to. . . ."

"American. Yeah. I have an agent on the way to talk to him the moment he wakes up."

Taking in a deep breath, she felt as if she'd never get enough air.

"Guy made a mistake." Aubrey's voice was comforting. "Someone must have seen him come up or go down. Or he left something behind."

But as she wound her way back to the lab, she knew only one thing for certain: their suspect had left behind a very frightened, but very determined lab.