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Part One: Anticipation

"Si nay toi ha do re ny…"

The darkness is complete.

"Qun oni tor ai"

Are you the one?

"Ai anyia coth ra dai…"

Kill the imposter…

"Ai anyia coth ra dai…"

"Ai anyia coth ra d- brrrrinnnnnggg!"

Brrrrinnnnggg!

Brrrrrinnnnnggggg!

Dr. Temperance Brennan woke with a start. She sat up, her hand going for the light next to the bed. The darkness had a weight to it, like trying to breathe extremely humid air. The light flared on, casting the room in a soft yellow glow. The light didn't reach the corners of the room, leaving strange shadows in its wake.

The phone continued to screech. She grabbed it shakily.

"Brennan."

"Bones," the voice at the other end said softly. Brennan's eyes darted to the clock.

"Its one thirty-six in the morning, Booth. Why are you calling?"

She could hear his sigh over the phone. "Actually, its one thirty-seven, and we have a case."

Brennan closed her eyes, but snapped them open almost immediately. The darkness…

"It can't wait until morning?"

"They're saving the scene for us."

"Why?"

"They were too busy puking their guts out to finish telling me," Booth said wearily. Brennan looked around her room. The darkness was closing in, swallowing the light. She shut her eyes and when she opened them, the light was normal.

"Can you call Angela and have her call the rest of the Squints? I'm on my way to pick you up," Booth's voice was monotone.

"They really want all of us?"

"Yeah…Here's the address…" He read her an address, "I'll be there in about ten minutes."

He hung up. Brennan stared at the buzzing phone. She glanced around the room. She had a strange dream…but she couldn't remember much of it.

Right, she was supposed to call Angela. There was a good chance that Angela would still be awake, that woman never kept normal hours. Brennan punched Angela's number into her phone and waited.

"'ello?" the voice on the other side said sleepily.

"Hi Angela."

"Brenn, why are you calling at one thirty-eight in the morning?"

"Actually, its one thirty-nine, but we have a case."

"You mean you have a case, you and Booth, right?"

Brennan shook her head before remembering that Angela couldn't see her. "I just got off the phone with Booth, he asked me to call you and have you call Zach and Hodgins. Here's the address."

Brennan read Angela the address Booth had given her.

"Sure Sweetie, I'll call the boys and meet you there. You need a ride?"

There was a loud, resounding knock from downstairs.

"No, Booth is here. I'll see you there, Angela. Bye."

"Bye Sweetie."

They hung up. There was another knock from downstairs. Brennan stood up and wrapped a small silk robe around her. It was almost to warm for it.

She padded slowly down the stairs, trying to wake up. She reached the door and opened it. Booth stood on the threshold, looking like he had slept in his suit.

He walked in. Brennan took a step back and observed him. His yellow tie was on crooked, and his jacket was wrinkled.

"You look like you dressed in the dark," Brennan muttered.

"You look like you haven't gotten dressed."

Brennan looked at the blue silk robe and shrugged. "I just got off the phone with Angela. Give me five minutes."

Booth nodded and wandered into her living room. He sat on the edge of a recliner, like he was too tense to get comfortable. Brennan walked up the stairs and went to her dresser. She dropped the robe on the bed, revealing a dark green silk tank top and matching shorts.

She opened her drawer and pulled out a black bra. She pulled her tank top off and clasped the bra quickly. Most of her work clothes were dirty, so she dug out a pair of black jeans, the nicest pair of jeans she had. She grabbed a cerulean blue turtle neck and a pair of socks.

Brennan glanced at herself in the mirror. Her eyes had dark circles under them, like she hadn't slept much lately. But then again, those strange dreams kept plaguing her sleep…

She shook her head and quickly ran the brush through her hair. She dragged it back into a low ponytail and put her watch on. Brennan grabbed her shoes and joined Booth in the living room.

He hadn't moved since she had left him. His eyes followed her movement as she sat opposite of him. She shoved her feet into her boots and watched him.

"Booth? Do you know what this is about?"

"Apparently, an eight year old boy wandered into a warehouse and found at least thirteen dead…ritualistically murdered."

Brennan sat up straighter at that last. "What?"

Booth looked at her. "Ritualistic murders, like sacrifice…to something."

Brennan nodded. She had seen ritualistic murders before, in other countries, but never in this one. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I got coffee in the SUV," Booth stood up, followed quickly by Brennan. She grabbed her keys and ID card and followed him out the door.

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Brennan and Booth rode in a comfortable, if slightly tired, silence. Brennan's hands were curved around the warm coffee cup. They hadn't even seen the scene yet and they were both dreading what they were going to see.

Long before they reached the deserted warehouse, Brennan could see red, blue and white flashing lights reaching for the heavens. There were more vehicles at the warehouse than she had ever seen at a crime scene before.

Booth slowed the SUV to a stop and turned the vehicle off. They sat in the sudden silence of the SUV. Brennan could see officers and agents kneeling in the bushes, throwing up.

"I guess we should go…" Booth whispered. Brennan stared at him. He knew something about this case…something that he didn't want to tell her.

"Yeah…" she opened the door and slid out of the vehicle. The first thing that hit her was the stench.

Meat, the scene smelled like a meat processing plant. She put her hand on the hood of the SUV to steady herself…for the darkness that lay inside.