My thanks to everybody who has reviewed so far. Sorry it's taken me awhile to post this new chapter. But I spent the weekend Spring cleaning. Oh, yeah, fun. Anyhoo, I really hope that you all enjoy this chappie.

Brennan sat at her desk staring at the case folder of Jeremy Whitman, or what was suppose to be Jeremy. Something just didn't make sense, but she couldn't put her finger on what. She needed to talk with Booth. Where is that man, she thought for the hundredth time. Booth hadn't picked up his phone all day, nor had he returned any of her calls. Brennan pick up her phone, punched out his number and waited. "Booth, leave a message." Beep.

"Booth, this is Brennan. I need to talk to you about the Whitman case. Something just doesn't add up. Call me." She hung up, and went back to staring at the paper before her.

"What's up, sweetie," Angela said, with a light rap on Brennan's door jam. Brennan looked up with a frown.

"It's this case. Something is wrong." Angela walked in and sat down opposite of Temperance's desk.

"What is it? What have you found?" Brennan shook her head, and then rubbed her eyes.

"That's just it, Ange, I'm not sure. It's just…" Brennan let her thoughts drift back to the case. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything." Brennan held up a picture of a boy and an older woman standing on a porch right in front of the door.

"This is Jeremy Whitman and his grandmother the day before he went missing." Angela looked at the picture.

"Ok."

"Well, all front doors are the same height, right? Do you think you could use the Aneglator to determine Jeremy's height based on the door?"

"Sure, but I thought the report stated his numbers. Height, weight, hair color, the likes."

"It does," Brennan said, handing over the picture. "But…it's not important. Could you just do this for me?" Angela nodded and stood.

"You've got it."

Booth looked at his phone. Bones had called again. He felt terrible for not answering or returning her calls, but Weasley hadn't left his side all day. And he knew, somehow he just knew, that what Bones wanted was about the Whitman case. The case that she wasn't supposes to be working on except for identifying the bones. "You're popular today," Weasley said, when Booth put his phone back in its case.

"Yup, some days are like that."

"Yet, you haven't answered any of the calls." Booth glanced up at Weasley and saw her looking at him with a suspicion look.

"Personal," he said, dropping his eyes, hoping she wouldn't keep asking. I'm sorry, Bones, he thought. I'll call you as soon as I can. Promise.

Brennan sat back in her chair and let out a sigh. Booth would call when he could. She knew that. Pinching her lips together, she stood and left her office in search of Angela. It had been four hours since she had asked her favor, and Brennan was hoping that Ange had something. Brennan found her best friend in the darken room with the unique contraption, the Angelator. "Hey, Bren," Angela said.

"You have anything."

"Yup, look here." Angela put an image of Jeremy up. "Jeremy would have been 5'5" the day before he went missing."

"Interesting." Angela looked up.

"What? What's interesting?"

"Ange, you're amazing." Brennan left the room in a hurry.

"Why am I amazing?" Angela called after Brennan.

"What have you two found?" Cullen asked from the doorway of Booth's office.

"Not much," Weasley answered.

"It's hard to shift through facts," Booth started. "When this file is missing half the things."

"What are you talking about, Agent Booth?"

"Notes are missing, doctor reports gone. Interviews aren't there."

"I'm sure you are mistaken," Cullen said.

"Yeah, I figured you would say that," Booth murmured.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Agent Booth."

"Yes, sir. Didn't say a thing." Cullen held his head high, and left.

"What was that about?" Weasley asked.

"What?" Booth didn't look up. He didn't want to talk to this woman. Why don't she just go away?

"Talking to Cullen like that? He could have suspended you."

"And what difference is that to you?"

"You're my partner, Booth. I don't want to see you in trouble." Booth's head shot up.

"Listen, Weasley, you might be my so-called-partner on this case, but don't think for one minute that it's permanent. Dr. Brennan is my partner. You look after yourself, she'll look out for me. Understand?"

"We're partners, Booth. Weather you like it or not."

"Brennan is my partner," Booth said again. "And if you don't mind, I think it's time for you to leave for the night." Weasley watched Booth for a minute, before getting up and leaving. Booth leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He glanced at his watch. 10:13 PM. He rubbed his face, stood, walked out of his office, locked the door, and left the FBI headquarter.

Brennan stepped out of her shower and wrapped a towel around her self. With another towel, she dried her hair, and then looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had been up since 5:45 that morning, and thought that it was starting to show. Maybe Angela's right, she thought to herself. Maybe I need a vacation. A real one. With no co-workers. No cases. No nothing. Brennan gave herself a smile, then walked into her bedroom. She threw her towels on the bed, and then pulled on clean underwear, a bright red pair. "Angela would flipped," she said out loud. Brennan then put on a pair a red, satin pajama bottom, and then a matching satin, form fitting, button shirt. It was a new pajama set, and Brennan couldn't help but to think that she looked good in it. "If only somebody could see it." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She looked at the clock. 10:39 PM. She shrugged and made her way to the front door.

"Sorry it's so late," Booth said when Brennan opened the door.

"Booth, what are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door wider so he could come in.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls," he said as he walked passed, and then turned back to face her. "Weasley wouldn't leave me alone all day."

"Have a seat," Brennan said. "Can I get you anything?" Booth shook his head, as he flopped down in one of Brennan's chairs.

"I'm good."

"You figure out anything new about the Whitman case?" Brennan took a seat on the couch, pulling her bare feet up under her.

"No, nothing. The file is just missing so much. I don't know how Cullen excepts me to figure anything out."

"Well, I might have something for you."

"It's not nice to tease a man, Bones," Booth said; his eyes twinkling, making Brennan wonder if he was just talking about the case.

"The bones I have at the lab," she said. "They aren't Jeremy."

"What? How do you know?"

"The skeleton is 5'7.5" tall."

"Yeah."

"Well, the day before he went missing, Jeremy was only 5'5"."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Simple. I found a picture of him taken the day before he went missing. I had Angela use the Angelator to compare his height to that of the door he was standing in front of."

"Bones, you are a amazing!" Brennan smiled at the compliment. "But now, who's laying there at your lab?" Brennan shrugged.

"I don't know, Booth." He stood and began to pace.

"Cullen had to know that it wasn't Jeremy. I don't care what they all say. The file was striped before it was given to me."

"Why would they do that?"

"Any number of reasons, I guess. So I wouldn't be able to identify the skele. So I couldn't solve the case."

"But they would know that I would be looking at the bones."

"Bones with no DNA. No teeth. How likely is it to identify it?"

"There's always a way, Booth."

"It's not just the skele, Bones. It's the fact that I've looked into Weasley and nobody has ever heard of her."

"What?"

"It's like she appeared right before the case got handed to me."

"Then maybe," Brennan started. "Maybe it's all a setup."

Please feel free to review. It makes me happy. Sorry there's not alot of action in this here chapter, but sometimes you just have to have talk. Lots of talk.

TBC- Chapter 7