Sorry to disappoint yall with Bones crying and Booth taking off... but what ya gonna do. You know that is how they are. Anyways, sorry I didn't update yesterday, but I'm off tomorrow so if I have time I'll try and catch back up and write 2 chapters. Thanks again for the reviews. Keep em up! Tozzyoby, I promise you will eventually get your happy chapter.. just don't loose faith in me.. these things take time.- Misty

Bones rolled over and smacked the snooze button, she had always been the punctual one to rise in the morning, never hit the snooze, and jumped out of bed the instant light peered through her bedroom window, but this morning had an unusual loom of doubt and awkwardness that made getting up difficult.

Most of the events of the evening before still hadn't registered with her yet, but the pain that she felt was prominent and still stung. She had been told way to many times that she closed herself off, that she had built a wall so secure that the strongest of armies would never breach it. But to hear it put so bluntly by Booth, that in simplest terms hurt. The second he had said it it made her chest tighten, and as much as she screamed to herself inside her head not to, the tear still came making her feel weak. Just one, but it did as much damage to her as a hundred would have.

She just had to be professional, that was all there was to it. Be professional, go about her day like she would any other, do her job and go home. Booth was a smart guy, he would do the same. Temperance was quite certain that he would feel the same way that she did.

It was 8:30 by the time she had finally reached the Jeffersonian. She hadn't been that late in years. Her job was too important in her eyes, and that kind of dedication she felt started promptly at 7am.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty," she heard Angela say behind her back.

"Morning." She moaned back almost incoherently.

"You ok?" Angela had noticed almost instantly that Brennan's eyes were puffy and a little blood shot. She looked as though she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night. Booth had looked the same way and she couldn't pull any details from him either.

"Got any coffee?" Tempe asked.

"No, but there is a very handsome but sad individual in your office that I believe brought you a cup."

Booth had been there for over an hour pacing Brennan's office. He had so many things that he wanted to tell her, but hadn't the faintest of ideas of how to say it. Last night had been a mistake and he knew it. He had exhausted hours last night arguing with himself over the way that he had acted, the way that he had left things with out even saying goodbye. He had just gotten up and left. Things have been confusing between them before but last night he had taken it to a whole new level.

"Why are you here so early?" Temperance asked Booth while entering her office. "I have a few other cases that I need to work on today, and you said that you weren't going to be here until 1."

"Yea I know but I think we need to talk." Booth sat across from her desk looking up at here like a wounded animal.

"Really, did you find out something new on the Hibbert case?" Tempe tried desperately to steer Booth away from the conversation that she knew he had intended to have.

"Yes I did, but that's not what I wanted to talk about, Listen, about last night.."

"Hey, there is nothing to talk about, what did you find out about the case?"

Booth gave up without a fight, he knew it was useless to try and engage her into a conversation that she clearly didn't want to have.

He shoved the file across the table to her.

"I already spoke with Angela this morning, we compared the pictures that we retrieved from the box to the facial recreations that she came up with, and we found matches. Come to find out, all four of them were registered as runaways over a month ago which would explain why there was no connection to Hibbert. Sara Mangus 15, Jessica Holobough 16, Tiffany Brandy 17 and Melissa Johnson 14. All of the girls were athletes at Kimball High school where coincidently enough Mr. Hibbert himself used to be a chemistry teacher before his sudden move into the pharmaceuticals field."

"When did he stop teaching?"

"About a year ago when his wife was in a boating accident and died. His resignation letter stated traumatic stress due to sudden loss. Says he no longer had the required focus to educate children."

"Hum.."

Booth could see the wheels turning and was curious where her mind was going.

"What ya thinking?" Booth questioned.

"Who was the coroner on his wife's death?"

"McMillan, why?"

"I just have this sneaky suspicion that he missed something. I don't think that his wife had some freak accident; I think he killed her because she found out about his little stalking obsession. Do you think that you can get a hold of the files for me?"

"I'll see what I can do, but I have to say that up until this point this guy has shown no signs of psychotic behavior."

"Isn't that usually how it is?"

"Good point. So where are we at with everything else?" Booth inquired knowing that Bones was about to share the details of her own findings.

"Hodges traced the Dermestid beetles back to a dealer on the west side of town. Apparently there is only one store that sells them in the entire DC area. Also, we found bondage marks on the fibula bones of all the other victims, which substantiates my earlier assumptions that the other victims had both their hands and feet tied to the bed while Cameron Biggs only had her arms. There were no traces of inhibitants in Cameron Biggs' blood stream, or any signs of defense marking on her body which only leaves me to consider that fact that she was well known to Hibbert, maybe they had an affair that made her trust him enough to lay on the bed."

"You think that Cameron Biggs was having a sexual affair with Hibbert?" Booth had a crushing feeling of disgust in his gut. What kind of sick guy would have an affair with a 16 year old child?

"We tested her, she was sexually active. We didn't find any traces of sperm so she hasn't had sex in at least a week, but she has had it before. Maybe they hadn't gotten to that point yet before Hibbert freaked. Did all of these girls have Hibbert for a teacher?"

"No, I already checked that, they all went to the same school, and were on various athletic teams like I said before, but none of them had Hibbert for a teacher."

"What about surveillance cameras? Most of the schools these days have them set up through-out the building to monitor behavior; do you think there is any chance that they would still have the tapes from when he was teaching?"

"There is only one way to find out. Let's go."

"Um, I'm gonna stay here, you go check. I have some things I need to work out here before I take off."

Booth knew that she way lying, knew that the only reason she wasn't hopping at the chance to do some good old fashioned field work is because they would be in the same car together.

"Bones."

"What Booth, I told you I have some loose ends to tie up around the office; I will meet you a little later." Tempe was terrified of being alone in the same car as Booth, afraid that he would use it as his chance to discuss last night. She wasn't ready for that, so she wasn't going to give him the option. "Thank you for the coffee. I'll call you in a little while."

Booth rolled his eyes, "Fine."