The neighborhood looked surprisingly like a picture from a child's story book. Pristine trees lined the street and manufactured lawns graced the front of every house. It reminded Temperance of the neighborhood that she grew up in. It stuck her as funny how appearances' could be so deceiving.

In the years that she had been identifying missing persons, helping solve crimes for the FBI, and studying the overall character of people she came quickly to understand that those that seem perfect are those that harbor the most deviant of secrets. In this particular case, a murder amongst the pretty people.

"It's that one right there."

Booth pointed to the 2 story house on the corner lot. Blue shutters adorned its large windows and pots overflowing with pansies were line evenly with the white railing that seemed to engulf the front of the house like a perfectly positioned welcome sign. The only thing that drew away from the beauty of the house was the bright yellow tape that was now draped over the door in a cautionary warning to family and friends not to enter.

"The body has already been removed and taken to your lab, but nothing else has been touched. Cooper was in here early this morning flagging blood splatter, and Cullen came in about an hour later to insure the integrity of the scene."

"What about the guy?"

"Hibbert? No one has seen him for at least a day. We talked to the neighbors but no one seems to have heard anything, all claim that he was a pretty regular guy. Works for a pharmaceutical company downtown, his wife died in a boating accident about 2 years ago. He only has 1 child, little boy named Eric, he's 4 and goes to daycare about a mile from here, he hasn't been there in 2 days.

As she entered the room the overpowering smell of Lysol engulfed her, instantly triggering questions.

"Did anyone find the bottle of Lysol?"

"Lysol?"

"Yea, that's the smell… there has to be a bottle here somewhere. The smell is too strong for it to be used solely as a household cleaning product, he must have used it for something else; maybe something he was trying to sterilize."

The two instantaneously began to search the room for the missing product hoping to stumble on it as well as other trace evidence while in the process. The room was exceptionally small for the overall size of the house. The room was minimally decorated with only a few small pictures hanging on the freshly painted cream colored walls, and the remnants of what at one time could have been considered a very lovely floral print comforter lay drenched in blood at the base of an antique four-poster bed.

Temperance noticed how the wire used to bind the girl's wrist had started to scar and groove the wood on the two larger bed posts. With the exclusion of the dust that seemed to have gathered on random object through out the room, and bedspread on the floor, Bones noted how immaculate the room was. Things were perfectly centered, and the curtains were ironed as if they had just been purchased and hung.

"Hey, Booth does anyone know where the key is to this door?" Bones stated as she jiggled the brass door handle that led into what she rightfully assumed was the bedrooms only closet.

"Don't know, move for a sec.. I'll just pick it and save us both some time."

"You.. with the lock picking.. geez remind me to get a Booth proof lock for my apartment."

"Now, what fun would that be?"

"Shut up and open the door."

Booth pushed the door open to reveal racks of women's clothing.

"I'm gonna guess those are the wife's" Booth said as he fingered a purple sun dress that hung at the far left of the closet.

"I'm gonna guess no." said Tempe.

"Ok, I'll bite.. Why?"

"Hanging in the front hall is a picture of the whole family, including his wife. She is easily a size 14 while those clothes couldn't possibly be any bigger than a size 2. Those are not her clothes."

Booth felt the drip the second it hit his sleeve.

"What the …." Booth looked up noticing a box that was dripping a yellow fluid. "Well, I think I just found the Lysol."

"Well, ok, so if he is hiding Lysol in a hat box what's in the other boxes?" Bones quickly left the closet only to return a few seconds later with the chair that was apart of the desk set on the other side of the room.

Temperance climbed onto the chair like an expert extending her hand to the far corner of the closet to recover the boxes that had been pushed back as far as the closet would allow.

"What is it?"

"Don't know, let me get down first." Bones stated as she hopped off the chair back onto the stability of the hardwood floor.

"Here, hand it too me." Bones shifted slightly to hand Booth the box then moved to the other side of the closet.

"Did you hear that" Bones asked hearing a faint squeak from the floor as she shifted back and forth from foot to foot.

"This board is loose. I have walked through this entire house and this is the only loose board? In a closet?" Bones reached in her pocket to retrieve the knife that she recently decided to start carrying. "This board isn't even tacked down Booth." She carefully used the end of the small blade to pull up the loose corner of the board.

"I think something is in here." She whispered to herself knowing full well that Booth was engrossed in un-taping the hat box she had just handed him.

"Oh my god!" they simultaneously declared as they shot each other a look of utter disgust.

"I think we have a problem Bones."

"No, Booth… I think we have a huge problem."