Hello All!
Well this Chapter has been ready for a while. Blame it on "the read only" Time for the past few days on FF.
Anyway , enough of my Bitching. ENJOY!
Artemis

Brennan had spent the next few hours in the dirt uncovering the rest of the body. She had asked Ranger Walsh to get her a body bag and a stretcher so that she could wheel the body to the car without disturbing it much. She would later package it in a box with the bones wrapped in bubble wrap to keep it safe on the journey home.

Once returning to the Jefferson Institute, he headed straight towards her work area with Booth trailing in her wake holding the box. Booth had to struggle catch up to Brennan. She seemed to be in a foul mood and walking at a fast pace. He could never understand her mood; therefore he let her lead and allowed her to stay in her own atmosphere.

Angela had been waiting for Brennan in her office and looked up at her with wide eyes, she too noticed Brennan's bad mood."What's wrong sweetie?"
"Nothing, I have work to do."
"Something is wrong. I am not the only one to notice it. Booth had let me know while you guys were coming home."
"Nothing is the matter, just very busy. I have to assemble a whole body to that you can do your computer work. Now if you don't mind. Zack!" She turned her head towards the door to let her voice echo through the crack she had let behind her. Zack had entered through the door post haste, as he usually did.
"I need to you receive the box from Booth and unwrap the bones. Please place them on my workspace and notify me when you have finished. I have to do a bit of research before I return to that immediately, either wise I would be doing it myself. Also, do not allow Booth in here to bother me." Zack nodded and replied,
"Yes Doctor Brennan."
"Thank you Zack," Zack left the room and shut the door completely behind him. Angela was the last one to remain in the room and she was watching Brennan with a close eye. Brennan flipped in her computer, stood behind it and furrowed her brow. She looked up at Angela and smiled a weak smile while her eyes started to well. Angela stood up swiftly and held her in a tight embrace.
"Oh sweetie."
"When I digging up those bones, I had a flash back from when I was much younger. I remembered my family and I had once gone camping. I hadn't thought about it until then but it was a cherished memory. We had s-mores. It was the first time I had them and they were so good I ate so much I got sick, but it was worth it. It was so fun, and yet I don't know why I am crying now.
Angela brushed away a stray hair that had covered her face and was sticking to her cheek that was now damp with tears.
"Sweetie, did you ever come to think that maybe because you hadn't had a nice memory come to mind in such a long time, that now that one has, you realized how much you miss them. How much you can't get back?"
"I hate psychology, but I think your right."
"Maybe because your never talk about your family, you never get to grieve the loss of your family. My advice: if you need to think about your family, just do it. Don't push it away from your mind, or else you are going to have many more days like this. Plus, if you feel the need to cry, do it. It's a release that we all need. And by the looks of it, you needed it, and desperately.
"I guess so..."
"But I know so." Angela gave Brennan an peck on the her damp cheek and walked to the door.
"You know that if you need someone to talk to, I am always here. Day, night, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week."
"Thank you Angela" Angela nodded and opened the door to leave, closing it tightly behind her.
Brennan sat down behind her desk and pulled out a mirror that she kept secretly. She looked a mess, and grabbed a tissue to wipe away the tears.
"How foolish you've been Temperance." She put away her mirror and turned her attention to the computer glad to be away from the subject of her family. It was always a sore spot and she knew it would remain that way for years to come.

After an hour had passed Brennan heard a knock on her door that startled her. Her heard had raced, but she went to open the door. Zack was at the door and had announced that he had finished unwrapping the body and that she would piece together the parts at her will. She nodded and headed towards her lab coat to put it on when her computer made a noise. It rang out "You have mail". She approached the machine and grabbed a hold of the mouse moving the arrow on the screen to open the email she had just received. She studied the subject line and who it was from before reading on. It read 'Unknown email address" and "For configuration". She turned her head slightly to the left and read on. She noted was typed in poem style. She looked upon the words and it puzzled her slightly so she repeated the process once more, this time, she read it aloud

"From the first that came into view
The ground hideth more than a few
10 miles in and 6 feet back
You'll come to a road that would seem quite slack.

Dig high or deep
And you'll see it'll be steep
Go too quickly and it'll break,
Go slowly and it'll erode,
If you pass this road;
Or you'll surely be found,
And this will be mine, in this round.

10 miles in and 6 feet back
Go too far, and you'll be hitting the ground Jack."

Brennan felt as if she had missed something so she clicked the 'print' button. She waited for it to fully emerge out of the laser printer before folding it and placing it in her lab pocket and left the room. This was something she would have the share with her co-workers to figure out.