A/N: There has been a total turn around for reviews! I'm actually getting some now! And so, as I promised, a quicker turn around on the updating. I swear I tried to get this up a couple days ago, but the website is being screwey with me and not allowing me to load this document. If you're reading this, I finally got it up.

Wish I did, but I don't.

Chapter 3:

The rest of the morning was uneventful as they each waited their turn to shower with Brennan and Booth ignoring each other. Finally they were all finished getting ready and headed to the morgue where they had set up camp for the remains they would be researching.

Angela took her sketchpad and victim one's skull to a corner where she sat the skull down and began sketching. Hodgins took all of the soil samples from each burial area and set up a table conveniently next to Angela and began analyzing the samples with a microscope, taking notes on a lap top that sat beside him. Zach and Brennan took on the task of arranging each skeleton on a separate table for each victim.

Methodically and side by side, Brennan and Zach analyzed each victim from head to toe, with Brennan talking into a recorder and Zach taking brief notes on a pad of paper.

"Judging by development of the inferior pubic ramus I would say that both victims one and two were around 14 or 15. Victim one was about 5'3" and on the thin side, around 95 lbs. Her ankle has been broken and on the mend for approximately three years. Probably from skiing, by the looks of her leg bones." She paused to see if Zach had any questions or comments.

He shook his head and she continued.

"Victim two was 5'9" and somewhere between 140 and 155 lbs. She played basketball and or volleyball. She was fast."

"How can you tell that she was fast?" Booth asked incredulously.

Brennan shrugged and pointed to her ankles. "Her calcaneus' are small for her height. It's statistically correct to say that women, and sometimes men, who have smaller ankles are more agile and quicker than their anatomical peers."

Booth rolled his eyes at her and waved for her to continue on with her narrative.

"I'd place the start of decomposition starting around 6-12 months ago."

"They are rather clean for that time bracket," Zach added.

"That is correct, but there is no aging in the bone; not even the slightest hint of time taking its toll on bones." Brennan reasoned.

Zach nodded in agreement.

"Victims three and four were between the ages of thirty and forty."

"That's a huge gap in the ages of victims one and two compared to numbers three and four." Zach commented.

Brennan continued as if she hadn't heard him until they were finished with all six victim's descriptions.

"Now we can move onto a more detailed examination of the remains."

At the end of the day Angela was able to hand Booth six general faces.

"I've uploaded girls between the ages of 13-25 and women ages of 30-40 years from the database of missing persons and narrowed down the to only ten that fit the descriptions that Bones has given us."

Angela sat directly in front of her lap top as they scanned through the faces.

"That second one!" Booth pointed at the screen and then flipped to the third drawing of an older woman.

"Niki Frans, age 36, height is 5'7"." Angela read off the screen.

"Sounds like a match for victim three," Zach added.

Angela continued to click through faces until the fourth one came up.

"Holly Zwittle, age 37, height is 5'5", there's victim four."

Meanwhile, Booth was writing down the names and addresses.

The next face was another match.

"Jenifer Hoover, age 15, height 5'3"." Angela added another name to the list.

"Victim one..." Hodgins said ominously. Matching victims number's to their names was taking its toll on each member of the squint squad and especially Booth. It began to sink in that the bones were real people who could no longer enjoy the acts of life.

"Nova Maybelle, age 21, height 5'5"." Victim six.

"Raven Kay, age 21, height 5'11"." Victim five.

"And lastly, our victim two; Isabelle Rodriguez, age 15, height 5'7". Angela said solemnly.

"Great, so why don't we go visit a few families. They should probably know about their children." Brennan said grabbing her corduroy jacket from the coat rack and already making her way towards the door.

"The husbands will probably be relieved to know the truth as well." Booth added as he collected his papers and put them into a folder to take on the trip.

"That's great guys, except its six in the evening and we're all starved and exhausted." Angela said with her arms across her chest in a stern way.

"I agree with Angela," Zach added in monotone.

"Yeah!" Hodgins joined in and paused, "me too." In reality he had no idea what he was agreeing too, but when Angela crossed her arms under her breasts like that it made them all too pleasant to stare at.

Both Booth and Brennan's face fell simoutaniously.

"Ugh! You guys, don't give us that look. You can hunt families and husbands down tomorrow for the entire day!" Angela said exasperatedly.

Hodgins and Zach frowned at Angela.

"Dude, that was cold." Hodgins stared at her.

"Oh God, I'm becoming as cold as you guys! Can we please go back now! I need some food and sleep so I can be normal again." Angela pouted.

"Fine, but tomorrow – "

"Yes, yes... more bones and answers..." Angela interrupted.

"Thank you Ang," Brennan sighed, turning towards the door again.

"Hey, what are best friends for?"

A/N: Yes, I know a shorter chapter than normal. But maybe I'll get the third up sooner. I thought you guys might prefer the quicker update though. Thanks again for the many reviews. I almost feel guilty for thinking that no one was reading this fic at all.