1)Thank you for your comments... ;) They keep me writing and 2) I'm not really trying to draw this out... I'm just writing in between work assignments, and I just go where my characters lead me.

Saturday July 14, 1:00pm

Charlie Morris walked into the lab, glancing around as he looked at his phone one more time. All he had received was a text message from Antonia telling him that she apologized for asking him to come in on a weekend, but if he could meet her at the lab at 1pm, she'd appreciate it. He felt foolish walking into the darkened lab on a Saturday afternoon, knowing that nobody would be there, but as the doors slid open and he stepped into the lab, the light above the platform suddenly flicked on. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the platform, its metal tables and shelves shining in the LED lights that seemed to beam down onto it. He felt his stomach wrench, his heart beating quickly as he let out a little gasp of surprise.

"Uh… Doctor Booth?" He said into the empty lab, swearing for a moment that his voice was echoing. He stayed in the shadows for a moment, looking around, listening for anything. "Doctor Booth?" He called again.

"You made it." Antonia's voice echoed through the lab, a light chuckle on her lips as her voice seemed to come from all around him. He jumped when several more lights turned on in the lab, and her laughter emanated from the speakers above him. "You should have seen you jump." She laughed.

Charlie scowled, his ears turning red as he looked around. "Oh, you're hilarious." He said, letting a slight smile appear on his lips as he watched one of the computer monitors on the platform switch on. He walked toward it, and could see her face as she laughed over the speaker again. He walked up the platform steps, scanned his card and grabbed the headphones from beside the screen, switching the speakers to the headphones. "I've heard of doctors having a God complex, but this is getting a little ridiculous." He said with a laugh.

"I couldn't help it. I have all of these controls at my fingertips." She said, smiling through the screen at the intern.

"So, what was so important that you wanted me to meet you here on a Saturday? They don't have telephones at the safe house?" Charlie said with a laugh.

"Mom will be there soon, so will Dad, Aiden, and Nichols. They're going to need your help with some evidence." Antonia explained. "I'm sure they could handle it alone, but I need someone who is not emotionally connected to the case to review the evidence, and I trust you." She said.

"Well, thanks." He replied. "That means a lot."

"Hey now, don't get all sappy on me now." She said with a laugh.

"You're looking rested, Doctor Booth. Got a little bit of color in your face, and you're actually smiling. That's a change." He said, smiling into the camera at her, he watched her shake her head.

"See this? I knew I should have gotten someone else." She laughed, listening to him laugh. "Mom's there." She said, literally seconds before the sliding doors to the lab opened.

"This Big Brother thing is starting to freak me out just a bit." He said, looking toward the door as Temperance slowed, seeing Charlie standing on the platform.

"Talking to ourselves, Mr. Morris?" Temperance teased, knowing that Antonia was on the screen at the platform, she watched her intern start to stammer as she approached the platform and let out a bit of a laugh. "No need to explain, Mr. Morris. I can see that my daughter is taking full advantage of the gadgets that her brother and Doctor Hodgins had installed." She nodded toward the headphones, and he happily handed them over. "Why are you dragging interns in on a Saturday? Are you paying out of your pocket?"

"We needed an impartial observer."

"And what about Agent Nichols?"

"He doesn't work at the lab. I trust Charlie."

"Hm… Charlie, huh?" She teased, smiling at Antonia's slack jawed response.

"Mother!" Antonia growled, sighing heavily. "Dad's here, by the way." She said, and a second later, the lab doors opened.

"What on earth did those boys give you access to?" She asked, standing up straight as she watched the three agents walk through the lab toward the platform. Temperance pulled the headphones off and set them beside the computer as she walked to the edge of the platform.

Aiden carried the box with gloved hands toward her, and he watched as Temperance raised her eyebrows to show that she was impressed. "Look at that, one out of three FBI agents follow protocol." She said with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. He's a suck up, we get it." Booth said, feigning irritation as he led the agents up the steps to the platform, scanning his card. He turned toward Charlie and nodded and then glanced to the screen. "Who invited the looky loo?"

"I don't know what that means." Temperance said, pressing a button or two on the computer, Antonia's voice could now be heard through the computer speakers.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Antonia said, waving at the smiles of the three agents, as Aiden set the box on the exam table, deferring to Charlie, who had put on gloves while he was waiting. "I'm feeling a little invisible here."

"Hi, Antonia." Nichols said, waving with a bit of a smile as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

"Hey, Tex." Aiden said with a smile, waving a gloved hand at her.

"Points for the boys with the gloves." She said, watching Booth reach for the monitor, as if he were going to turn it off. "Hey, hey…" He smiled up at the camera and pulled his hand back.

"Okay, let's open this thing up." Booth said, nodding toward Charlie as he clicked on the recording device nearby.

"It's a simple gray, metal, waterproof box. The lid is fastened with six small screws. It is approximately 30 centimeters in width, and fifteen centimeters in length." He said, noting that the agents were all getting extremely anxious with anticipation, and when he looked up at Temperance, he noted that she held no such anxiety in her eyes, and it calmed him to know that he was following protocol. He took a deep breath and reached for one of the tool boxes on the table. "The box is showing mild wear on the corners."

"Possibly due to its location beneath the eave of a home, and buried." Temperance chimed in, nodding to Charlie to continue.

Slowly, Charlie removed the screws from the box, placing each one in a small tray beside it. He could literally feel everyone moving closer as he lifted the lid. He placed the lid beside the box and looked at the contents. "Contents of the box include a small journal style book, as well as a letter size white envelope. The envelope is sealed, with the word Melody written across it in blue ink." He said, glancing to the computer screen. "There are also several buttons, a fifty-cent piece, and a dried flower."

"The book appears to be an address book or diary of some kind." Temperance said, glancing to Booth.

"I can photograph and analyze the book, and have results to you in approximately an hour, Doctor Brennan." Charlie said, removing the items and placing them beside the box. "Fingerprint and particulate analysis will take longer, but I can have the photos to you as soon as they're completed."

"That would be very helpful, Mr. Morris. Thank you again for taking time out of your day off to help us with this." Temperance said. "Doctor Booth, stay on the line with Mr. Morris, please." She said, watching Antonia nod. "You three may join me in my office to discuss your little field trip." She said, turning sharply as she pulled off her gloves, she dropped them in the trash and headed toward her office.

The three agents all stood for a moment and watched her walk away as they felt the excitement of their find start to dull a bit. "What are you waiting for, guys? You heard the lady, chop, chop!" Antonia said, grinning at the set of three glares she received, and the soft, almost silent chuckle from Charlie as he prepared the analysis.