Defeat is not a word the scientists at the Jeffersonian are accustomed to. They're the best of the best and they don't lose. They had found the killer of the Army Officer, it was his wife, and her boyfriend, they confessed to the murder and the drive by. But there's no tie between her and Dr. Brennan, car, time, anything, . They wasted 10 days they had to find Brennan, there's still no contact from whoever took her and they have nothing.

They all sit in the lounge, the sun having long gone down but they're still there. Cam knows she shouldn't be letting them continue to waste resources, statistically they're now looking for a body. She knows they know that. Instead she grabs another one of the pieces of pizza from the center of the table various papers and files strewn about each one reading something, "We have to be missing something here."

"What, Cam?" Angela snaps, "We've looked through all this a million times."

"She leaves the lab, goes to the bar, leaves home late the next morning, gets here at 10:16."

"The main kidnapper is approximately 5' 8", 150 pounds, has a slight limp on their left side, injected her with propfol, put her in the van with their accomplice, we have a few toll fairs paid going west but then they disappear." Angela continues the run through what they all have memorized by now.

Cam sighs, there's no flesh in this case, she's not able to help medically and even her gut isn't helping her here. She flops back into her seat truly feeling the defeat sink into her chest.

Her phone ringing surprises all of them, "Dr. Saroyan?" she answers, it's Sweets on the other end.

"You guys need to get to this scene fast."

"What's going on Sweets?"

"They think they may've found her, you guys will have to make an identification."

Cam takes a deep breath before nodding, "We'll be there," she hangs up taking a shaking breath. She knows Dr. Brennan would tell her to put her emotions in a box, she settles for listening to her friend's advice this time, someone needs to be the one keeping everyone on evenish keel, "We have a case, Hodgins, get the van ready? Angela, go home."

"Is it…" Hodgins trails off as Cam's face is enough of an answer to the question, "I'll get the van." he bolts down the stairs

"Cam…" Angela starts, trying to fight her hormones to stop from totally breaking down.

"We're going to get answers Angela, if this is her," Cam hesitates at the thought, she's trying to resolve herself for the next several hours and days, "If it's her, we will get her justice, we'll get answers. If it's not her, we will find her, alive. This is Dr. Brennan we're talking about, I'm sure she'll be… we'll find her."

Angela nods, "I… can't be here, when you get back, I'll do my job just, not tonight."

"Go home Angela."

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The silence in the car is heavy as they drive to the scene, it's not far from the Jeffersonian, laid out in the stage of one of the local parks, above the body is a bloody message, "Death speaker," Hodgins translates, "It's greek," he looks down and Cam is certain his face gets more grim.

They both stone their faces as they kneel by the body, "It's difficult to be certain with all the blood and injuries but it does look like this body's been dead eight to ten days."

"Larvae and flies agree, I can be more sure in the lab." Hodgins wishes he was able to box his emotions up like Brennan and Zack did. No, he corrects himself, do, they do, Zack is alive and Brennan is too, until proof says otherwise. He can't though so all he can see is the blood splattered dolphin ring on this body's right ring finger, and the shreds of clothing remaining the same blue blouse he's seen time and again in the footage of his friend being kidnapped. "We're not letting anyone but our guys collect anything here, I don't want any mistakes."

Cam nods, noticing how the entomologist's eyes have gone hard in place of the storm of emotion she had seen in the car, "We won't miss anything."

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Brennan has one of her rare moments of lucidity, they had been injecting her more often with the drugs. She rolls over, thankfully nothing is hurting yet. Across the room from her is Angela, sitting cross legged, she laughs, "This is pretty pathetic Bren," she walks towards the anthropologist, "I mean I knew you were weak and emotionless but this is a new low."

"Ange-" Brennan's voice is hoarse from lack of use, this can't be real, she knows it can't be.

"You're going to die here. Alone. Do you honestly believe we'd be looking for you?"

"We're better off without you." Angela is now Sweets, "You're cold, unfeeling. All you do is hurt people."

"You're selfish," the psychologist turns to be Hodgins, "You're the reason I was even in that stupid car in the first place."

Brennan tries to turn away, this isn't real, she's alone.

The door opens and the big figure enters, he rarely gives her the injection but this time he does, she starts to feel less lucid almost immediately, she fades out hearing him laugh at her.

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Cam could go home. Nothing in her contract says she can't wait til morning. She'd love to put this off. She shakes her head, taking a deep breath she starts the autopsy. She takes the blood sample from the wall message first to run for blood type and DNA, then takes a syringe and takes some for both typing and DNA from the body. Both samples are also prepared for a toxicology report.

With those tests going she starts examining the skin, the gash from the day before the anthropologist disappeared still has the stitches in it, but something's off, she ghost motions how she'd tie them off, yup, she's right, that's… something to have hope about, "Hodgins!" she calls knowing he's the only one still here.

Hodgins leans in to her office, "These bugs are telling me some very good news," he holds up the vial of them. "This isn't Dr. Brennan, this body has been dead for at least two weeks, and I think I can get a very tight radius of where they're from.

"Even if your bugs are wrong, look at this," she brings him over to the leg, "They definitely tried to copy the stitches she'd have from the drive by. But, whoever did it was right handed, different knot then I do."

There's a ding from the blood typing machine, Cam goes for the results, "I'm sure this is still tied to Brennan though, the writing on the wall is her blood type, and not the same as in the body."

"Well this is our clue then," Hodgins smiles, "there were some particulates the bugs have been giving me, hopefully it'll be enough to further narrow it down."

Nearly two weeks into Brennan being missing they know they'll be able to bring her home.