The action in the next few chapters all takes place on the same day. Read on to find out what's in store for our favorite characters.

Some spicy bits in this chapter...it may not be suitable for work reading.

Early Sunday morning, Jessica was in the shower when she was surprised by Aubrey joining her. "Superman, it's 6:30. Why are you up?"

"I'm going in to catch up some paperwork at the office, remember?". Aubrey smirked as he eyed his nude girlfriend. "Plus, I like looking at you naked."

"Thank you." Jessica grinned as she massaged shampoo into her hair. "You're not so bad yourself, Agent. Using that Total Gym in our basement looks good on you."

"Hey...I have to set an example for my agents, you know.", Aubrey stated while his girlfriend rinsed her hair. "Are you still worried about Daisy being mad at you for hanging out at Booth and Dr. B's with me last night?"

"I wouldn't say mad...but she gets irritated and almost...territorial sometimes if I mention something that I did with Dr. B, like when she went dress shopping with me for the Gala. I think me being invited as Dr. B's guest to AmU's College of Arts and Sciences luncheon Wednesday instead of her got her nose slightly out of joint."

Aubrey shook his head in annoyance. "Dr. B didn't ask you to slight Daisy. You're her teaching assistant and it makes sense to invite you, especially since, like you said, it will help you network and meet people that could help you get into teaching someday."

"I know…Dr. B could only have one guest, though. Wendell told me a while ago that she is particular about which interns she takes to things like this, so it's...an honor. She does it because, like you said, we have connections towards our future careers when we graduate. He said Booth has no problem with it because they bore him. Daisy probably just felt left out, Superman."

"So what? Her monopolizing conversation with Dr. B as well as giving her an invite to go out without you as you're sitting there is pretty rude, Jess. Besides, doesn't Daisy have to work? Isn't that why she left Beau in Canada? Because the NFL was in dire need without her, right?"

"Yes, Aubrey, I know. Anyway, while Arastoo, Clark, and Wendell have gone with Dr. B to things in the past, Daisy was never asked to do anything like that with her…and it must have bugged her that I was." Jessica pushed her damp hair away from her face. "And you're also right in the fact that she does have to work, although it seems like she has some flexibility if she needs it…"

"She certainly recouped fast from what happened on Friday." Aubrey dipped his head under the water and quickly washed his hair. "Jess...Daisy really needs to get over this pissing contest she has with you over Dr. B. It's childish."

Jessica exhaled. "She's getting better, Aubrey. Daisy is a good friend...she just has a lot on her plate right now, that's all."

'Daisy needs to get a grip on her feelings. It's not fair to you to always be her defender.' Aubrey bit back a comment before moving onto his next thought. "She also needs to stay away from Oliver, because if she continues to flirt with temptation, they may not stop themselves before they...go even further next time."

"Listen, please don't tell her I told you, Superman.", Jessica said quietly. "If Beau gets wind of what happened…"

"Don't worry...I won't tell her...or anyone. It's not my place." Aubrey rinsed his hair before pouring some of Jessica's body wash in his hands. Rubbing her shoulders, he continued to speak. "However, things like this tend to come out eventually, so Daisy needs to get her shit together and figure things out. Gossip like that spreads like wildfire. I would be surprised if rumors about those two aren't already going around at the NFL."

"I know." Jessica turned around and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him. "Thank you, Superman."

"You're welcome." Aubrey pulled her close and caressed her back and posterior. "You feel very nice…especially when you're all soapy."

Jessica groaned as he started nipping on her neck. "Oh, shit...Aubrey...we don't have time for sex...ohhhh…" She moaned softly as he gently pinched her nipple. "I can't be late…"

Aubrey's face got serious. "We're not going to do it in here."

Surprised, Jessica looked up at Aubrey. "We aren't?"

Gently the lanky man backed his girlfriend up against the wall and traced his finger down her breast and abdomen. "No...I'm not always going to have sex with you, Jess. You need to quit expecting that from me all the time. I'm just one man, you know...I'm not around just to be your love slave..."

"You're right, I'm sorry." Jessica chuckled before moaning as Aubrey's finger traced down past her pubic bone. Wrapping her leg around his, she couldn't stop herself from rubbing his calf. "If you're not going to have sex with me, what do you have up your sleeve, Special Agent Aubrey?"

Aubrey's blue eyes sparkled as he gave her a dimpled smile. "Just this, Jessica…"

"Ohhhhh….", the redhead moaned as her boyfriend's fingers traced through her folds and found her bundle of nerves. "Ohhhh…oh shit...why did you stop…."

Aubrey grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist as his girlfriend pulled him closer. Going back to what he was doing, he smirked as his lover's appreciation for his machinations. "I'm thinking that...if you have to work with Oliver Wells on a Sunday, it's my job as your love slave to make sure that you go to work with a smile…

"I thought you weren't my love slave...oooooohhhh, James….yes….don't stop..." Jessica groaned as she grasped his muscular posterior.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Driving into the parking garage of the Jeffersonian, Jessica found a spot and pulled in. After arming the vehicle, she grabbed her lunch, purse, and badge and walked up to the entrance. "God, it's cold. Thank God we can wear jeans now on the weekends if we donate $2.00 to Adopt A Family."

As she neared the dumpster that blocked the employee entrance, she saw that the light was out. Stopping in her tracks, she debated on her course of action when she heard her name. Turning around, she saw Angela walking up to her wearing leggings and a baggy University of Texas sweatshirt.

"Angela, what are you doing here today?"

"I think I know what the problem is with my voice recognition algorithm. It hit me during the night, and I'm going to fix it right now while it's on my mind. That new upgrade can kiss my pregnant butt." Angela looked over by the dumpster. "Great...the light is out."

"I know…and it's super creepy when the door's in the shadows like that." Jessica scrunched up her nose as she looked again. "I'm thinking of hiking to the front entrance, but can you?"

The artist pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight. After a quick look around, she made an announcement. "If there's a perv waiting for us, listen up. I'm pregnant, I'm grouchy, and I grew up in Texas with a fierce daddy. My friend here knows self-defense, has five older brothers and we both have guns. Don't fuck with us or we'll both pump your ass full of lead."

After waiting thirty seconds, Angela directed the light ahead. "Okay, let's go to work. I'll send in a maintenance order to fix the light when I get to my computer."

Angela pressed her badge to the reader and both ladies walked in. Walking down the hallway, they both finally relaxed. Angela chuckled as she patted her baby bump. "Well, if the Boogey Man was out there, and if he doesn't have a badge to get in, he's freezing his ass off outside."

"Well, I'm sure the announcement by the pregnant lady that she would put a cap in his ass probably scared him off." Jessica stopped at the entrance to the intern locker room. "I'll see you soon, Angela. Good luck."

"The same to you. Oh, just to give you a heads up, if Oliver was pissy with you yesterday and again today, it's because he and Rani had a fight, although he didn't admit it. Hodgins felt bad for him, so he approved him to work in Limbo with you."

Knowing she couldn't tell Angela what Daisy had said or that she already knew, Jessica nodded. "If he didn't tell you outright, how did you find out about the fight?"

"Rani called to let us know she wouldn't be there due to some conference she got called to at the last minute in Mumbai. Oliver called an hour later and asked to work because Rani was sick, not realizing she already called Hodgins. It wasn't hard to put together. "

Jessica nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't surprise me."

"If his douchiness gets to be too much, tell me. I can use pregnancy as an excuse to hurt him."

Jessica kept her thoughts to herself as she scanned the badge reader for the intern locker room. "I'll keep that in mind."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Aubrey arrived at the Hoover right before 8:00 with his weekly dozen donuts minus the two he'd eaten on the way to work. He shivered as he walked through the cold parking garage towards the entrance into the old building. The weather was warmer than last week, but it was still cold.

Of course, usually he wouldn't normally be here, as Sunday was supposed to a day of rest, but not today.

'If Jess didn't have to work today, we would keeping each other warm for the rest of the morning…but shit happens. At least I'll get a little work done before lunch. Then Booth and I can watch kick ass movies at my house before she comes home.'

Aubrey put his box down in the break room and refilled his coffee mug. Looking down at his right hand, his fingers still tingled as he recalled how he had given Jessica an orgasm in the shower this morning. He loved how he could make her warm and soft in his arms after she would scream at her peak. He loved to touch her...and how she touched him in the shower almost made him try to tempt her into sex, but she didn't want to be late for work and he respected that.

They had all the time in the world for all that, Aubrey thought as he headed into the bullpen. Thinking he would be the only one there, he was surprised to see Genny in her office.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Genny looked up. "Going over Gerald Maxwell's case again. Steve left here frustrated Friday night, so I'm hoping I can find something in here that could help him clear Ashley Anders. Angela is heading over to the lab right now to see if she can fix her voice recognition program. She thinks she knows what the problem is."

"Good. So, I know I can't be involved, but anything major on the surveillance front?"

Genny put her pen down and shrugged. "No…Bell noted that after his father's funeral Gerald spent Friday at his mother's house until leaving to spend the night at someone else's apartment."

"I'm going to assume that 'someone' is an attractive female.", Aubrey said sarcastically.

Yeah. Bell ran the building and the only single woman was on the top floor." Genny looked at the name. "Amanda Winters. 23 years old. Student at Northern Virginia Community College. Works as a barista at the coffee booth at the Jeffersonian. Bell recognized her as the woman who spent the night with Gerald on Thursday."

"The night his girlfriend was being held for arraignment." Aubrey sipped his coffee. "Asshole."

"Yeah, pretty much. He didn't leave the other apartment until yesterday afternoon, arriving back at Ashley's around 5:00 and there's been no movement since then. Probably sexing her into believing whatever BS story he has for why he ditched her in jail."

"Prick…well, I thought I would get some stuff done since I left early Friday, and Jess is working at the lab this weekend. I'm heading home in a few hours."

"Anything I can help you with, Boss?"

Aubrey shook his head before walking down the hall. "No…it seems you have enough on your plate. Thanks, though."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Jessica and Oliver worked side by side in Limbo with the redhead making it a point to not speak to him for fear of punching his face in. She listened to her 'Aubrey' mix on her Amazon Prime through her earbuds, wanting to get through the next several hours as quickly as possible. All she wanted to do tonight was have a quiet dinner with her Superman and Skinner before they watched The Man with the X-Ray Eyes on Comet.

She actually wanted this last week before the trial to be as quiet as possible, because once next Monday came, her life would be in an even bigger bubble.

Finishing her exam of the remains, she made her notes and removed her gloves as her phone buzzed. Seeing the message, she relaxed.

Sorry I was all touchy last nite. I just didn't want to b alone & was surprised 2 c u Booth & Dr. B's.

Jessica exhaled in relief. U were fine. I still want 2 do girl night. How r u feeling?

I'm mixed up...confused...need 2 decide what 2 do. Feel so stupid 4 what happened.

"Don't feel stupid, Daisy.", Jessica muttered to herself. "Just deal with the problem…"

"Something wrong with Daisy?", Oliver asked as he tried to look at her phone.

Anger churned up in Jessica. Turning around, she gave Oliver her nastiest look and felt a sense of satisfaction when he flinched. "Daisy is fine, no thanks to you, jackass. Go back to your bones."

"You have no reason to be rude to me, Jessica. I've left you alone to work this last hour. What's wrong? You and Agent Aubrey have a little tiff about something he ate? Or did he cheat at Aerial Attack again? He's good at that."

Unable to stop herself, she took five steps towards Oliver and shoved him hard. Barely balancing himself to keep from falling backwards, he looked shocked at the strength of the smaller woman as she expressed her anger. "Jessica, what is your problem?"

"My problem is you, asshole." Jessica shoved him again. "You're a real piece of work, you know that? You really are."

Oliver pointed at his fellow intern. "Don't touch me again, Jessica. Go apologize to Aubrey or take some Midol if your issues are of the menstrual kind. I need to concentrate on my work."

"Sure, Oliver...wouldn't want your guilt over being an asshole to Daisy take away from your daily to do list...go fuck yourself."

Oliver crossed his arms and looked down at her. "Jessica...as much respect as I have for you as a fellow genius, I'm not going to tolerate your childish antics or your vulgar language. Now, whatever tiff you and Aubrey got into, you need to get over it and not involve Daisy."

"I'm not mad at Aubrey, Oliver. Actually, he gave me one hell of an orgasm in the shower this morning. My issue is with you, dickhead.", Jessica yelled before punching him in the arm.

Oliver clutched his arm, not wanting to show how much it really hurt. "Ow! Enough. One more time and I'm calling security-"

"I barely touched you, you crybaby. It's only a small bit of what you deserve for the shit you've been pulling with Daisy lately."

The lanky man stiffened for a moment before taking on an arrogant pose. "I don't know what you're talking about…I care about her..."

"Fuck you, Oliver!", Jessica raged. "How the hell can you say that you care for Daisy after what you did to her Friday night?"

Oliver paled. "I didn't-"

"You did!" Jessica shoved him again. "For months now, you've fucked with Daisy because she chose herself and her son instead of kissing your indecisive ass. Then, like a little child, when you don't get your way, you get a girlfriend and shove Rani in her face while you degrade her."

"I did no such-"

"You did, you selfish bastard!" Jessica couldn't stop herself from standing toe to toe with the taller man. "You want her...hell, I think you might even have genuine feelings for her...but you want to keep her at a distance because you can't handle strong emotions like love..."

"I can-", he sputtered angrily. "I'm quite capable…"

"You can't...and your immaturity while messing with her shows that. You wanted her to wait around, pining for you until you decided you were ready. However, this isn't just about you, Oliver. She has a son to think about, too...a son who needs a father figure. Everything she does has to revolve around him. Do you think it's good for Lance to have a man in his mom's life who runs hot and cold? Who has such a disregard for her feelings? Are you so selfish that you can't see that?"

"You don't know what you're talking about-"

"I do, Oliver, because I was the one, besides Andie, that Daisy would come to after dealing with you. I was the one she ran to after you two slept together and then you freaked out on her the next morning. What the hell was she supposed to do? Wait until you got a grip? She's already been through hell and back after losing Sweets like she did. She has a right to live her life, Oliver...including choosing someone who will appreciate her."

He glared down at Jessica, shaking in anger. "Beau is the wrong man for her-she deserves someone better."

"Like you? Do you really think you're the right man for her? A selfish prick who, instead of either fighting for the woman he cares about or stepping aside to let her be happy with someone else, tries to sabotage her marriage and also flaunts his new girlfriend in her face. Daisy deserves better than that. If you really loved her, you would see that."

"You don't know how I feel-"

"Yes, I do. I've seen the way you watch her when you think no one is looking...when you see her with Beau. I see it every time you see Daisy refuse to come crawling back to you. You thought she would wait around for you, but she chose to move on and to be happy with someone new. You didn't like that, so you pushed her buttons to make her second guess Beau and her life. It's not her fault you couldn't handle your feelings for her. You pushed her away...you hurt her, but she was able to find someone who could maybe give her what she...and Lance need. Instead of being happy for her, you're still messing with her and trying to wreck her marriage. That's not love, Oliver...that's selfishness."

"You don't know what you're talking about-"

"I know why Rani is heading to Mumbai...and I know what happened at the NFL on Friday, asshole." Jessica saw Oliver go pale, but didn't wait for a response. "If you really loved Daisy, you would be happy for her and be content with Rani. Instead, you're using your new girlfriend to poke at Daisy, and that's so cruel. Tell me something, if Daisy actually takes Lance and leaves Beau, are you doing to stand up and be there for her? Are you going to be ready to be her boyfriend and the man she truly needs? And even if you do, what happens to Rani? Will you just dump her like she never meant anything to you?"

Oliver gulped, but no words came out, causing Jessica to snort. "Well, there's a surprise. Oliver Wells is all hot air and no balls."

"I beg your pardon-"

"Get off your damn high horse and listen up!" Jessica poked Oliver in the chest with her finger. "You need to either let Rani go and be all in with Daisy to be the man she needs, or you need to step aside and let Beau be the husband she deserves. He wants to be there for her, and he wants to be a parent to Lance. Do you?"

Oliver stood shocked for a moment before he blurted out what he was thinking. "I love her, Jessica. I really do."

'God, he sounds just like Karen...only without the psychoness.' Jessica thought. "No, you don't...not really. You think of her as a goal to attain...a prize to be won...not someone to cherish. You're a selfish prick who would rather hurt Daisy than love her. Go fuck yourself."

The usually erudite Oliver Wells snapped. "You don't know what you're talking about, Jessica. This from a woman who broke up with her 'true love' Agent Aubrey because she was afraid of commitment. You have no room to lecture me."

"Yeah...you're right. I left my fear of commitment push me into doing the stupidest thing I've ever done, but Aubrey messed up, too. At least we had the balls to say to each other what needed to be said and confront the issues that broke us up the first time. It wasn't pretty...some of it was really ugly and we even got ugly with each other, actually...but we did what we had to do….we fought through all of our fears because we wanted to have a future together. Can you say the same? Can you really say that you love Daisy like that? I don't think you do..she and Rani both deserve better than that."

"I'm done with this subject, Jessica." Oliver didn't like the truth in Jessica's words. Taking several deep breaths, he picked up a bone from his set of remains. "I'm going to make a Mikrosil cast of this tibia. Maybe by the time I get back you will have pulled yourself together."

Jessica watched Oliver storm off upstairs with the bone. Shaking her head, she grabbed her phone and sent a text to her boyfriend.

I messed up big time. Oliver pushed me too far & I told him off abt Daisy. Lost my temper.

The response was quick. Need me 2 beat him up? Know cool FBI self D that can knock him on his ass if you don't.

Jessica chuckled. No, but ty Superman. Just need 2 finish shift. Can ignore him.

Want 2 invite D over 4 dinner? Skinner & I can hide in den later if girl time needed.

The redhead swooned. Her Superman was such a sweetheart. I may do that. She's lonely w/o B & L. I'll text her in a while. How is work? Getting paperwork done?

Yeah. Admin stuff sux. Genny also here 2 going thru Gerald's case. Have enough 4 lunch?

'I think he's lonely, too.' Jessica thought. Have enough leftovers from BDT 4 2 of us. Come by here 4 lunch?"

Jessica didn't wait long for a response. Will b there. How abt DiAngelo's tonite if Daisy doesn't come over?

Sounds good. TTYL. Love u.

Love u 2 Jess.

Jessica put her phone back in her pocket and went back to work. She was a lucky girl to get a man like James Aubrey...and she wasn't letting him go.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Angela sat at her computer, working in frustration. "Come on...come on. I need this to work so I can upload it onto the Angelatron. People are counting on me, damn it!"

"I minored in computer science. I've been nominated for a McCarthy award. People fear my mad computer skills, but I can't get a damn algorithm to cooperate." She attempted another change to the algorithm but was unsuccessful. "Ugh! I need my coffee...I didn't get my cup before I left for the lab this morning..."

The artist got up and walked out of her office to head to the break area. However, she was surprised to not see either security guard in their normal spots. Concerned, she looked around until she saw one of them coming from a back hallway looking quite sick.

"Tom...are you all right?"

"Yes, Ms. Montenegro." He grimaced as he patted his abdomen. "Something is not agreeing with me this morning."

Glancing back over near the platform, she looked around. "Where's Dan?"

"He's doing his hourly rounds."

Angela looked at the older man, concerned with his ashen color. "Do you think it's maybe something you ate?"

"All I had today was an egg sandwich in a drive thru and coffee from the carafe we get every morning from the stand out front. It's upstairs if you want some." He saw the pregnant woman's worry and waved it off. "I'll be fine, ma'am. I've called in someone to cover me and he'll be here in an hour."

"Okay…coffee sounds good." She took two steps to the break area before changing her mind. "Maybe I'll hit the coffee stand instead. I could use some exercise."

Angela walked across the museum to the public area and saw that the early birds were already there. Turning the corner, she was happy to see there was no line at the coffee booth. Walking up, she greeted the barista. "Hi, Amanda. How are you?"

The barista turned around, surprised but she quickly recovered. "Angela...I didn't expect to see you here today. You don't work weekends."

"No, but I'm close to a breakthrough on one of our cases, so Hodgins is home with Michael Vincent today. I just need a cup of coffee and a ginger ale, please?"

"Ginger ale? Are you nauseated", the girl asked as she snagged a Canada Dry from the cooler.

"No. One of our security guards is sicker than a dog...intestinal issues, I guess...so I want to help him a little bit until his replacement comes. That should help settle his stomach..."

Amanda poured the coffee and gave it to the artist. "Hopefully it wasn't something he ate."

Angela took her badge off to scan for her purchases. "He ate breakfast on the way and he had a cup of coffee from that carafe you made up for them. It was probably some bad eggs...and, you know, those fast food sandwiches can be really greasy. I almost got a cup of coffee from the carafe but-"

"But you didn't, right?", Amanda asked quickly. "Too much caffeine isn't good for your baby."

Shocked at the woman's panic, Angela tried to diffuse the situation. "I'm sure it isn't the coffee that made him sick, but if it makes you feel better, I'll dump it out when I get there. Jessica and Oliver are working today, too."

"But they didn't drink any of the coffee, right? If some are getting sick, you don't want to take a chance the guards may have contaminated the coffee. You never know anymore."

'Maybe she needs to lay off the coffee.' Angela said to herself. "I don't know if they drank any but neither has come to me sick. I'm sure they're fine, Amanda."

"Okay...but don't drink it. If people are sick, you shouldn't drink it just in case.", Amanda pleaded. "Promise me...you don't want to risk your baby."

Feeling weird, Angela decided to retreat. "Got it. Have a good one, Amanda."

Puzzled at the young woman's sudden fearful demeanor, Angela put it out of her mind as she walked back through the museum and entered the employee area. Right as she got to the empty sign in desk by the lab, she stopped suddenly as she had an epiphany.

"Son of a bitch! That's it!"

Moving as quickly as she could, Angela badged back into the lab. Rushing over to Tom's deserted post, she figured he'd headed to the restroom because he felt sick again. Setting the pop down on a nearby table, she rushed back to her office. Setting her coffee down, she pulled up the algorithm on her computer, alternating between frantically typing and clicking her mouse. After several minutes she hit enter and was done.

"It's now or never, Angela.", the artist said to herself before clicking on the drive for the Angelatron.

Getting up, she grabbed the remote and waited as commands appeared on the large screen. Even though it was only five minutes, it seemed like eternity. "Come on, baby...come on, baby…"

When finished, her main screen popped up. Clicking on her voice recognition program, she waited and then it popped up, ready to go.

"YES!" Angela jumped once before grabbing her belly. "Sorry, buddy...Mommy will bounce lightly from now on."

Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the file she wanted. First she compared Gerald's younger brother's voice to the phone call, but there was no match. Next, the late Harold Maxwell's voice, but it was also negative.

"Oh, please let this match…" Angela clicked on the file of Gerald's voice and activated the software one more time. After an anxious few seconds, it played and what Angela saw almost brought her to tears.

"It was him...we've got that son of a bitch!"

Hitting a few buttons, she made an conference call and was relieved when it was answered. "Genny! We've got him!"

"Got who, Angela?", Genny said from the monitor. "Please say it's who I think it is…."

"I got my software to work...it's Gerald. Gerald Maxwell made that call! He did it! He called in the bomb threat!"

"Awesome! I'll call Bower in and I'll call Agent Bell, who's watching Ashley's apartment, and tell them to arrest his ass. Angela...you're a rock star!"

"Thanks…" The artist felt an urgent urge come on. "But I'm a rock star with a baby sitting on her bladder. I've got to go. Should I tell Jessica?"

"No, I'll give Aubrey a heads up and send him over there. He'll want to give her the good news...now go pee. I remember those days, Angela. Thanks again."

"You're welcome." Angela ended the call and quickly walked to the bathroom. Seeing the ginger ale still not opened, she grew concerned. "He must be really, really sick…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Down in Limbo, Jessica was listening to music and so engrossed in her work that it was several minutes before she realized that Oliver hadn't returned yet from the store room. Deciding she didn't care, the intern went back to work.

"Probably having a hissy fit somewhere or calling Curly to whine about me being mean to him. Fuck you, Oliver. Just be glad it wasn't my foot up your ass."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

"So they matched his voice to the bomb threat?", Aubrey asked as they headed out of Genny's office. "That's awesome! This calls for a celebration."

"Cappuccinos from the Royal Diner?"

"But of course…", Aubrey said. "Plus, I was up really early with Jess and need my quad shot cappuccino with cinnamon."

"Yuck, Boss.", Genny replied while they went down the stairs to the lobby. "I sent a text to Steve. He was just down the street with Mitzi, so he should be here any minute. I've also sent a message to Bell to go in and arrest the son of a bitch-"

Her cell ringing, Genny saw who was calling and answered as they made outside the front of the Hoover. "Shaw. What?"

Aubrey watched as his ASAC looked concerned. "What's wrong, Genny?"

"Is she alive?...Good. Casper can follow the ambulance and you stay to interview everyone. I'll call in a few agents. We need all the help we can get."

Aubrey was worried by his ASAC's expression as she hung up. "Genny, what's wrong?"

"Bell and Casper went to arrest Gerald, but no one answered. However, they smelled gas, so they broke down the door and found Ashley unconscious in the kitchen.", Genny said.

"What the hell happened? Where's Gerald?"

"I'll explain on the way, Boss. We have to get to the Jeffersonian...now."

The two ran around to the attached parking garage to Genny's SUV. She had just pulled out of her spot when Steve pulled in. She rolled down the window as he got out and slammed the car door.

"Gerald has shitty timing-"

"Steve, we need you for back up. Gerald Maxwell is in the wind. Come on.", Genny yelled as she pulled up to the older man. Climbing in, Steve barely had the door shut as they took off for the quick trip the museum.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Angela neared the end of the hall before turning the corner. "Tom, you better not be in the bathroom. I don't know if I can make it to the other one in time…"

When she reached the unisex bathroom door, her prayers were answered as the door opened. Trying to turn on the light, there was only darkness. "Great."

Taking two steps in, she slipped on something wet and fell, hitting her head on the sink before landing next to a man lying still in the darkness.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Jessica finished her exam and transmitted her report. After taking off her lab coat and whipping off her gloves, ran to the back of Limbo to use the restroom. "I've got to stop drinking so much damn coffee and tea in the morning…"

Just as she shut the door, her phone, laying inside the pocket of her lab coat, vibrated. Aubrey's picture lit up the pocket as the coat sat on the light table.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Aubrey frantically listened to the phone ring until he got his girlfriend's voice mail. "Jess…it's Aubrey. Listen, Gerald jumped surveillance and we don't know where he is. We're on our way to the lab now. I'm trying to get through to security, but go find Angela and Oliver, if he isn't with you, and stay together until we get there….call me when you get this message, please…I love you."

Genny saw her boss's look of frustration before he speed dialed another number. "Who are you calling?"

"Angela….Angela, it's Aubrey…damn it…it went to voicemail. Angela, call me as soon as you get this message. Gerald is out in the wind and we can't find him. Genny, Steve, and I are on our way there now and will be there in less than five minutes. Get the security guards, find Jess and Oliver, and please stay together…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Returning to her station, she grabbed her phone out of her lab coat pocket, smiling when she saw that Aubrey called her. Before she could check the voicemail, she also saw it was 9:30 and that Oliver still hadn't returned. Looking over at his set of remains laid out on the table, she knew that she didn't want to mess with them. However, with the storage room that housed the Mikrosil being so close, he should have been back by now.

"I'm going to find his whiny ass. He's going to finish his exam or put them away. It's so disrespectful to just leave them out like this."

Walking up the steps, she yelled out before reaching the top. "Oliver, quit pouting and get back here. You know Dr. B hates remains left out-"

Suddenly, an object hit her from the opposite direction behind her and she fell down the stairs. Dazed, she looked up and her blood ran cold.

"Not so tough without your boyfriend around, are you?", a disheveled Gerald said with a deranged cackle, a bloody hammer in his hand.