Hello All!
Here is the fifth chapter. It's a bit short though. And sorry it's taken so long, i've been having probles with my internet.
Anyway, Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review. I appreciate it!
Artemis

Brennan headed home in hopes of a small rest, but soon noticed that her answering machine light had turned red. Pressing the play button, she listened to the voice as it spoke.

"Dr. Brennan,
You've ignored my game.
The great master rising to fame.
Your smarts aren't what they seem
Soon you'll be ten miles in and six feet
Hurry up and figure out my riddles,
You're already in the middle
You'll be in the ground forever
And your breathing again will be never
Ten miles in and six feet deep,
Where the water won't even seep.
Run, run as fast as you can
Because I am your number one fan."

Brennan had been clutching her key so tightly, that her knuckles turned white, and they pierced her palm, and blood was trickling down her arm. She had realized that the emails she had received were not at all a joke or even junk mail. She knew that these riddles were directly related to the case. What made matters worse where the fact that he knew her personal information, her email address, her home phone number and most likely, her home address. She sprinted towards her bedroom and grabbed a luggage bag from out of her closest. Placing a few necessities in her bag, she ran back to the answering machine and placed the tape recording into her pocket. There was now blood on her tape and all over her clothes and her hands were still bleeding profusely, but she had no time to dress the wounds now. She would have to do it later and hope for them to stop and heal as soon as possible.

Brennan raced to her car and threw in her luggage bag. She sped out of the drive way and exhaled the breath she was holding. She had to think, and think fast. The voice was deep and husky, but it was altered by a voice recording, yet it was still somehow familiar to her. She had to have known the person some time ago, and this person was taunting her. She would have to ask Angela for her assistance in the lab. She knew she had some type of program she could do that with, her being the computer genius after all.

Back at the Jefferson Institute, Brennan had headed towards the bathroom to wash the blood from her hands and clothes. Having no success on her clothes, she threw on her lab coat and hoped no one would notice. She gave Angela the tap recording and asked her if she could crop out the altered voice and enhance the original. Being who Angela is, she claimed it was easy. Twenty minutes later, Angela was flagging Brennan over. As Brennan approached Angela, she spoke
"As you can see here" she to two misshapen lines on her monitor, "these are the different voice segments. The one on the top is the altered, artificial voice and the one below that is the closest you can get to the real voice. It was altered by a cheap voice changer, less than two hundred bucks. Something any smuck can by from any spy store in town."
"But Angela, how can you tell it was a cheap voice changer?"
"Because of this…"she pressed a few keys on her keyboard and an encrypted code sprang on the screen, "I was able to decode the voice from this in a matter of minutes. Had this person emptied out this bank account and bought more high-tech voice changer, it may have taken hours to get the right, and proper voice. However, this one was only a matter of minutes."
"I see, Well can I hear it?" Brennan listened to the voice as it spoke those words again and she involuntarily shivered at the sound. It was familiar to her yet she still couldn't place it.
"Hey Angela? Can you do me a favor?"
"Name it."
"Can you call the all the stores in the Washington area and find out who bough such an apparatus lately?"
"Sure…Um, Brennan?"
"Yes?"
"Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sweetie, I heard the recording. He says your name and it is clearly a threat on your life. What's going on?"
"I don't know?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't even know the guy and he sounds like he wants me dead."
"He must know what you do. I mean it makes sense. He might think you're a threat to him."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, think about it this way. Your job is to find clues from bones to find out who the killer is right?"
"Yes."
"So he might be the person you are looking for in this case. And he finds you a threat. Maybe you'll reveal him. Or else he wants you to figure it out and search for him. It might be a trap."
"I guess it's possible." Brennan nodded but didn't believe what she was saying.
"Look sweetie, be careful okay."
"Alright, I'll try." Brennan left Angela's work area and used her cell phone to call a hotel. She needed an area to rest without being noticed. She was tired and had barely slept at all.

An hour later and a hefty charge on her credit card, she entered her hotel suite and flung her self on the bed. Usually, she would call down stairs and ask them to wash her sheet and comforters before hand, but she was too tired to care. After she undressed, she crawled under the comforter and quickly dozed off.

She dreamt of the forest her first dream was taken place. In her left hand was a paper scribed by her, with the different poems she had received. The other hand held a shovel. She followed the poems as it said ten miles in and six feet deep. She dug a hole and at the bottom of the hole was a black bag. She dragged the bag to surface level and ripped a hole in it. Inside was a body, badly beaten and in the middle of decomposition. She looked at the face. Female, with a bullet entry hole to her right temporal lobe. She heard a gun shot and heard a man scream. The bullet careened of the tree to her left and grazed her arm. That shot was meant for her. She ran as fast as she could but a few later she fell down a cliff. She sprained her ankle during the fall, but kept running anyway. The man continually screamed profanities at her, shooting his gun at random intervals. She saw a light in the break of the trees and ran towards it. There was a sign near the door declaring where she was, but she couldn't read it. She ran for the door but was tackled to the ground. The man who was chasing had caught up He was wearing a ski mask and she fought him to take it off. Just as she ripped it off to reveal his face, she woke up in a cold sweat. Panting, she wiped the sweat from her face and ran to the bathroom to splash water on it. Looking in the mirror revealed a ravaged woman.
"I have got to figure out who's been sending me those riddles" She walked back to her room, grabbed her clothes and keys and headed back to the lab.