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Zack Addy and Special Agent Seeley Booth entered the lab at 8:21 PM. Angela and Hodgins were still there. "Booth," Angela spoke as she looked up and noticed the two. "I was able to compare the sketch from the mystery man to the skeleton. I would say that they're related." Booth nodded, and then turned to Hodgins as the he approached.

"And you?"

"Good news and bad news, man," Hodgins said. "Bad news, I didn't find anything about a boy named Jeremy Whitman. Good news, so to speak, I did find something about a boy who went missing in 1995. He was three and they never found him. His name was Kevin Wolffe."

"Is there any picture of Kevin?" Angela asked. Hodgins nodded, already heading back to his desk. After a few seconds of shifting through papers, turned around and handed it to Angela, who had followed him. Angela carefully looked at the picture; scanning every inch of the face. "I think Kevin may my our skeleton, Booth."

"Let me see that." Angela handed Booth the paper. "Where is the drawing you did?" Booth looked at the picture in his hands, as Angela went to her office and returned with her drawing pad. She flipped through a few pages and then turned it around so Booth could see it. "You think you can make Kevin here 14?"

"Not a problem," she answered, plucking the paper from his hands.

"So, Kevin Wolffe is really Jeremy Whitman?" Zack asked.

"No," Booth told him. "Jeremy is Kevin. Or at least the Jeremy we have here."

"Then where's the real Jeremy?"

"That's our job to find out. But in order to do that…we have to figure out what happened to Jeremy." Booth had begun to pace, his hands suck deep in his pants pockets.

"Maybe," Zack started. "Maybe we're going at this the wrong way." Booth glanced up, but didn't stop his movement.

"Continue," Booth said. Zack coughed to clear his throat.

"I was just thinking…well, maybe Jeremy isn't dead." Angela and Hodgins watched Booth pace. They looked from him to their young colleague. Zack normally didn't say a word when Booth was around, now he was throwing speculations at the agent.

"Not dead," Booth repeated. "If Jeremy isn't dead, then why did the Whitman family have Kevin? Why were they passing him off as their son? Where's Jeremy?" Suddenly he stopped. "I think you may be on to something here, Zack." He turned and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Angela asked.

"Archives," was his simple answer.

Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Temperance Brennan sighed. Had it come to this? She was so bored that she was now singing unrealistic children songs. I know what a star is, she thought. Why can't we just teach children the truth? Why do we fill their heads with songs and nonsense that they just have to unlearn when they become an adult? Well, maybe they do look like diamonds, she thought, and the scolded herself. No, I will not allow myself to think like that. I'm a scientist. But who says I can't believe in a little magic from time to time. Oh, great, now I sound like Booth. Brennan smiled. Her mind drifted back to the night at the park. It seemed like so long ago. Her and Booth were laying on the picnic table staring up at the stars. That's where that stupid game of 20 questions started. Who's turn is it anyway? The moon was bright and full and Brennan could remember how the light from it played across Booth's features. He looked even more attractive in the moons silvery illumination. Now I'm thinking about how attractive Booth is. I need to focus on something. Anything not related to that man. But it was hard to. Hard not to think about all the times Booth had been there for her. Hard not to think of the times that he saved her. He had proven her innocence. He had- damn it, I hate to say it­- become one of her closest friends. But he's a FBI agent, she reasoned. And he's irritating. And he works based on gut feelings. He mistrusts technology. Brennan sighed. He's also charming and funny and makes me think. This line of thoughts was dangerous. She knew that, but she couldn't stop the thoughts from coming. I know he's out there. Looking for me. He won't let me down. Please find me Seeley. The sound of the lock turning brought her back to reality quickly. The door squeaked opened, and Brennan heard footsteps across the floor. A hand reached down and grabbed her upper arm and dragged her to her feet. "Try anything, and you're dead," a voice said. Another person tied a gag around her mouth, and Brennan was carried out of the room.

Booth sat back in the uncomfortable wooden chair. He rubbed his hands over his face and let out a frustrated sigh. He had been sitting in the same chair for three and a half hours, staring at a computer screen. "I know something is here," he said to himself. He focused his eyes back to the words and began to read. Booth wasn't entirely sure what he was searching for, but he figured he would know it when he saw it. Page after page he went through until his eyes finally settled on the name Whitman. A small grin came to his face as he read. Gotcha, he thought. He logged out of the system, shut the computer down and pushed back from the table. With the back of his hand he covered a yawn. I need a few hours sleep before meeting the squints, he thought. He stood from the chair, thankful he didn't have to sit in it very often, and left the room.

It didn't take him long to make it to his apartment. The thought of a warm bed and sleep tugged on his mind. A feeling of guilt swelled in his heart as he pulled out his door key. I wonder where Bones is. Is she sleeping? Is she hurt? Booth swung the door opened, flipped on his lights and then stopped. Something was wrong. Booth pulled his gun and quickly scanned the room. He slowly entered. The feeling of something out of place gnawed at him. He carefully made his way through his apartment. Systemically searching each room until the only room left was his bedroom. He stopped in front of the closed door and listened. Nothing. Not a sound, but Booth knew. He knew something was wrong. That someone or something was in there. He turned and put his back to the wall beside the door. He took a deep breath, reached out, turned the doorknob and three the door open. Booth listened from where he stood. Nothing. He knew that if he just stepped into the doorway, that he would be blinded by the darkness, and that the light to his back would make him a target to anyone inside the room. So he waited a moment, then in one brisk move he turned and dropped to a crouch just to the left and inside the door. With his gun held out in front of him he waited for his vision to quickly adjust. That's when his eyes landed on the bed. "Bones?"

HA! And you all thought you knew how Booth was gonna find Bones. HAHA! I laugh at you! Ok, sorry...I'm a little...crazy right now. What I meant to say was "Surprise!"

So, how are you liking the chapters with Zack?

Puh-lease revies!

TBC...