Booth stared at the monitor in front of him, he'd come back to work to try and chase up any leads that he could, he'd managed about half an hour of work before he found his mind wandering to Brennan and her date. Marcus was without a shadow of a doubt a very attractive man, athletic body, intelligent…everything that he should be to win a date with the enigmatic Dr Brennan. It bothered him, he wasn't entirely sure why, maybe it was his alpha male tendencies that she often liked to point out… Grimacing slightly he acknowledged the fact that it might just be pure, flat outright jealousy. She was a beautiful woman, an intelligent, remarkably beautiful woman; and although he was uncomfortable admitting it, even to himself, he loved it when her attention was concentrated on him. Sighing he puts his head in his hands, this was not good, not being able to concentrate on anything but Brennan was sure to drive him mad at an excruciatingly slow pace. Looking back at the monitor he let his fingers drift over the keyboard.

"Ok, Dr Jones, let's see what you are all about."

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Brennan waved as Marcus turned one last time to flash her a smile on his way out of the Medico-Legal lab. When he was out of sight she let out a frustrated sigh, she hadn't expected him to actually take her up on the offer of coming in to see her at work, she hadn't expected him to stay so long. For some reason she felt as though he had invaded her territory in some sort of strange way, looking around she half expects to see Booth leaning against a railing waiting for her, tossing a coin in the air and catching it in his palm. She feels a pang of disappointment that he isn't anywhere to be seen and heads back to the office, taking one last look around the lab she disappears inside.

As she seats herself at her desk Hodgins enters with a clipboard in his hand. She gives him a weary smile and he seats himself across form her.

"So, what is going on with you and the good Dr?"

"Jack…"

He holds his hands up at her warning tone in defeat. "I have some results, I'm still running some tests but this may be something for you to go on. I found 2 insects from the Cicindela theatina species. Also known as Tiger Beetle. Also, from the soil samples and various other algae substances that Zack collated I found sand particles. Tiger Beetle only populate in sandy areas, so I took a drive, had a look at your well. No sand inside. These bodies were in contact with sand at some point. I'm not entirely sure if this was pre or post mortem though."

She nods at him. "Great work. Keep me updated on anything else that you come across."

He nods and they both rise to exit the office. "I'm going to see how Angela is coming on with the facial impression."

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Angela looks up from her sketch pad and smiles openly at Brennan. "Hey sweetie….Do I need to even tell you how hot Dr Jones is? Do I?... I even have a rough idea that his medulla oblongata is not the only part of his biology that you are going to be impressed with."

"Will you stop, you're like a machine Ange." Brennan sits down next to her friend and nods towards the sketch. "Is that him?"

Angela nods. "I'm about to get started on the second skull, but I think this may be our ambassador. I can't tell for certain until Booth brings the driver's license."

"I'll call him and let him know."

Angela nods and looks back at the sketch "You know, he didn't seem too happy when he saw you sauntering off into your office with Dr Hotty. In fact, if I didn't l know any better, I would say that he looked kind of hurt."

Brennan rolls her eyes in exasperation. "Just as well you do know better, you really need to give this Booth thing a rest Angela. We're partners, we're friends..we're….."

Angela lets out a sigh "Yeah Bren…what is the end of that sentence? You're..?"

Brennan looks at her friend and then quickly back to the sketch, her forehead creases in a frown as she tries to find the words to describe her unconventional relationship with the FBI agent. She defiantly just out her chin. "Whatever we are, we're not that….Besides, I'm not Booth's type…and that isn't something that anyone, not even you, can argue with."

Angela holds up her hands and Brennan smiles in triumph. She pushes herself up from the desk and starts to make her way out of the artist's office. Over her shoulder she throws her friend one last glance. "I'll get Booth to bring over the license."

"Whatever sweetie."

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Booth smiled at the screen in front of him, he wasn't sure why he felt like he had won first place in a pissing competition, but he did.

"Well, well Dr Jones. I think you just made my day."

He hits a button on the mouse and in a couple of seconds the information has been printed. Reaching across to the printer he grabs the sheet of paper and folds it tucking it neatly into his jacket pocket. Pushing himself up form the desk he makes his way out of the office, tossing his keys into the air and catching them again, a sly smile spread across his features.

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She leans across the examination table and nods her head in approval. Zack puffs his chest in pride at her approval of his thoroughness with the bone cleaning.

"Good work Zack, I couldn't have done a better job…..So what else did you find?"

Zack immediately falls back into professional clinical mode. "I found on the male body that there were cracks on ribs two, three and four. The pattern was consistent which suggests some sort of weapon or sharp edge being used, on the right arm I found a serious distal radius fracture, suggesting that the victim took a serious blow or fall. None of the fractures appear to be post mortem. I also found neat incision marks on the bottom of the feet, suggesting that some sort of sharp tool was used to make cuts into the soles of the feet. Possibly some sort of torture?"

Brennan nods and sighs pensively. "Ok, start work on the second body, we still need to identify her before we can hope to solve this, maybe she'll provide some insight."

As she straightens up she can see Booth approaching in the distance, he holds up an evidence bag and she makes her way over to him.

"Someone looking for fake ID?"

"It's fake?"

Booth rolls his eyes and shakes his head "Never mind. It's real."

She looks confused for a second before agreeing to take his advice and forget the comment. She takes the evidence bag from him and toys with it in her hand. "I should get this to Angela." His eyes meet hers and for a second an awkward silence falls on them, the air is charged with tension and she feels cornered by the look in his eyes. Shaking her head he nods slowly and starts to turn away from him. He touches her shoulder lightly causing her to turn to him in question.

"Hey Bones, you wanna maybe go out get a drink after hours? Unwind a little?"

"Um….sure, I'll ask the guys." She smiles again and heads off to Angela's office. Booth sighs and rakes a hand through his hair. He watches as she disappears and then sighs to himself.

"That's not what I meant." Closing his eyes he wonders when he became so blinded by her.

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