Antonia entered the office first, and Angela smiled at her entrance, moving over a bit on the table she was sitting on, Antonia hopped up beside her. Temperance was next, moving to the other side of Angela as the two FBI agents stood staring at the screen before them. "What do you have, Ange?" Temperance asked, feeling a bit eager to move past the whole Jared thing, and get into the real crime fighting. They knew that they didn't have a lot of time to catch these people.

"Well, we had the FBI run some fingerprints, and of course we had Seeley's, so we could rule him out of being the driver. His fingerprints and DNA were on items that seemed relegated to the back seat, and not very much stuff, so it corroborates his story that he at least wasn't in that car long. Since Seeley basically told you guys nothing about the guys he was with other than their nicknames, which I will spare you on." Angela said with an eye roll. "We had to go by missing persons, and fingerprints. Luckily our guy out there was in the system. Michael Sanders, is his name, 24 years old, and has a pretty lengthy rap sheet for petty things like larceny, possession, and assault. The front seat passenger and the driver both, we could only get partial fingerprints, and nothing has hit yet, but I'm going to stop by the hospital this evening, work with Grace, see if we can get a composite done as soon as possible for the driver."

"Do you have the info on Michael Sanders, I can talk to his family, see if there is any other information they can give us on where they thought he was. He's in that age range though, his parents my not have a clue about it." Harding said with a sigh. Angela handed him a sheet of paper with his information.

"So young." Temperance sighed, feeling Ange's supportive arm bump, as she passed along a smile to go with it. "Harding, would you mind if I just stayed here this afternoon, and worked on a few things that I need to work on?"

"No problem, Doc. I have Fitz with me, and I'm assuming when Booth is done with Jared, we'll be seeing him again." Harding said, turning for the door of the office, Fitz followed him.

Just as they were walking out of the lab, Antonia waved to Aiden. "Watch your back, Rookie." She said, sending a smile and a friendly wave.

"You got it, Tex." He said, laughing, as she shot him with a finger gun before turning the next corner.

Grace had been helped to her bed as the afternoon wore on, she had rested as much as she could. After her father had left that morning, she felt exhausted, between the pain medications and the pain itself, talking about the experience was just daunting and exhausting. She closed her eyes and took a nap, letting the quiet of the room melt into her subconscious, allowing a bit of peace to invade her mind.

It was nearly two in the afternoon when she heard the door to her room open and close, and while she was awake, she kept her eyes closed. She could tell it wasn't a nurse, as they hadn't poked or prodded her, or checked her blood pressure. All she did was lie there and listen. She could hear someone rustling around in a bag, and the sound of a plastic bag. Her brow furrowed when they said and did nothing, just pulled one of the chairs around the room for some reason, and then it was quiet again.

Then she heard crunching. She tried not to smile, but sucked in a deep breath and turned her head. "Are you a freaking chipmunk?" She asked JV just as he shoved another mouthful of chips into his mouth.

"Membee" he muttered, his mouth full of chips, he smirked at her. "Want one?" He asked, reaching to hand her a chip, she took it graciously and chomped on it, glaring at her friend playfully. "They bring you lunch?" he asked.

"Yes. If you want to call it that." She said, making a face, she held out her hand for another chip.

"Your mom told them about your dietary restrictions, didn't she?" He said, giving her a grossed out look.

She nodded and sighed. "It was bland, and I think if there was cardboard flavored gravy… that this hospital has perfected it. They said I had a seizure yesterday, and mom wanted to make sure that I stuck to my diet." She sighed, and he handed her another chip. "So you decided to come in here and torture me with your lunch?"

"Actually." He said, picking up his bag, he rooted through it for a moment, and pulled out three chocolate pudding cups. He saw her wide eyed expression and a grin forming on her lips, and he tumbled the cups onto the table in front of her and dropped a spoon beside it. "I came to save you."

"Jack Stanley Hodgins, you are my knight in shining armor, you are the peanut butter to my jelly… the…" She cut herself off as she picked up the pudding cup. "Would you mind opening it?"

"No problem, jelly." He said, laughing a little, he pulled the cover from the pudding and held the cup for her, as she dug in with her spoon. She shoved the spoonful of chocolate pudding into her mouth greedily, making a satisfied groaning sound. "Good?" She nodded her head, and swallowed, scooping again, she smiled. "You know, scooping pudding while I hold the cup, in some cultures, that would make us married." He laughed as she nearly spit the pudding in his face from laughing.

"Funny, very funny." She laughed, scraping the cup with the spoon, she took the next spoonful and scooped it into her mouth. "Next cup?" She asked, and he gave her a little glare. "Life is far too short for only one pudding cup, Goof." She said as he laughed, tossed the first cup into his paper lunch bag and looked up at her. "Hiding the evidence?"

"You got it, short stuff. Always hide the evidence." He said as he opened the next pudding cup and held it out to her. She scooped it, and looked at her best friend, his eyes smiling back at her, and instantly felt a jolt of anxiety. He could see the expression on her face change, and his brow knitted in concern. "Hey, what's wrong? You worried about another seizure?" He asked, catching her eyes for a moment.

"No." she shook her head, and she shoved the pudding into her mouth, a smile returning to her face as she swallowed. "I'm just… I don't know. I have a tough decision to make." She shook her head.

"How hard did your head hit the ground?" he teased her, and was rewarded with a laugh.

"Stop picking on me, I'm just… I have a lot on my mind." She replied, and watched him put the pudding cup down, his blue eyes turn serious as he watched her for a moment.

"You can talk to me about it, you know? Are you having those dreams again?" he asked.

"Yes." She replied, giving him a knowing look. "But that's not it. I just have those dreams when I'm really stressed out." She sighed.

"So stressed out, you forgot how to eat pudding?" he asked, reaching across to the streak of chocolate that had found its way to the corner of her mouth. He swiped it with his finger, and she reached up and grabbed his hand. His eyes widened in surprise, and she licked the chocolate from his finger.

"My pudding." She said, eliciting a laugh. She sighed, "It's just something I'm trying to work out in my head. When I'm ready to talk about it, I will."

"You promise?"

"I promise." She said, handing him the pudding cup. "Now keep feeding me, or I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Your demand is my command." He said, holding the cup in his hand, she scooped another glob of pudding, and ate it.

The two of them joked around for another half hour or so, finishing up the third pudding cup in record time. Jack finished his lunch and they were in the middle of a raucous conversation of who could remember the last time they ate Chinese food together when the hospital room door opened. Their attention was drawn to the head that popped in the doorway, and Grace's heart dropped a bit, knowing that Jack would just leave.

"Oh, hey." Shane said, glancing to Jack. "Didn't know you had company."

"Jack was having his lunch, keeping me company." Grace said, her eyes flicking between the two men.

"I can get going." Jack said, standing up, he felt Grace grab his shirt sleeve, and looked toward her. "I can see you later, it's cool. I'll come after my shift when Mom is here." He watched her pleading eyes, and it was breaking his heart to see her beg without words. "Is… this…?" He understood that Shane was the source of much of her anxiety. He wanted to stay, but he knew that they needed to have a discussion.

"Yes." She whispered.

"I won't be far." He said, squeezing her hand, he poked her nose. "I'll see you later." He nudged the nurse call button into her hand and nodded at her, and she nodded back.

Shane walked the rest of the way into the room, holding a large vase of various flowers and a balloon that said 'Get well'. He sidestepped Jack as he grabbed his bag and packed his things quickly. Jack gave one more quick glance back to Grace and waved. She waved, her eyes on his until he slipped out of the room. She settled back in her bed and looked to Shane as he smiled and set her gifts down.

"What is Dorkus up to?" Shane asked, snickering toward the closed door.

"Shane." Grace said softly, holding the nurse call button in her hand like a vice. "We need to talk." She whispered.