googleaddict: I'm glad you are enjoying the story. I know my word choice can get to be a little bothersome and when I updated last, I was looking to get a chapter out quick, so I didn't take the time to try to find some synonyms. Words are very important in this case and I should have taken the time. I appreciate the constructive criticism and could never be offended. Thank you so much so showing such an interest in my work. I hope you find this chapter is planned out a little better. :)

Chapter 5

Idaho Springs, Sunday at 9:00 a.m. MST (11:00 a.m. EST)

"Ba da ba dum ba dum ba dum, ba da ta da ta da da dum. Ba da ba dum ba dum ba dum ba da ta da da dum." The familiar 'Entertainer' tune played rousing Brennan from her sleep. She muttered to herself as she reached over to the nightstand and answered her phone.

"Brennan."

"Dr. Brennan, it's Zach. We received the body this morning and I wanted to know if you had any instructions."

"Zach you are a full fledged forensic anthropologist. You should be able to discover what needs to be done." She told him.

"But you always give me instructions." He said. Brennan could tell from his tone that he was unsure what to do.

"All right, I'll give you instructions, this time. Next time I want you to tell me what you think we should do. Now there is a finger lodged in the victim's right hand. I want it removed and analyzed. See if the fingerprint is useable and then have Angela run it through the database. Have Hodgins work on the clothes and see what he can get off of them. You should have received a small envelope with the body. It contains scrapings from under the victim's fingernails, have Hodgins analyze that as well. Call me with any news you get." The senior forensic anthropologist ordered.

"Yes, Dr. Brennan." Zach nodded on the other end of the phone, even though she couldn't see it. With that the call ended and Brennan placed her cell phone back on the nightstand. Just then there was a knock on her door and she roiled her eyes.

"Coming." She called out. Slipping out of bed, Brennan grabbed her complimentary bathrobe and threw it on over Booth's t-shirt. Then walking to the door she opened it.

"Morning Bones." Booth said with a smile on his face.

"Morning." The forensic anthropologist replied as she let him in.

"I though we could get some breakfast and then head over to Sally Glenn's apartment. Deputy Brockman set it up so that her boyfriend, Richard Kidd will be there too." He told her.

"Let me get cleaned up and then we can go." Brennan turned and undid her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. Booth noticed the t-shirt she was wearing, it was one of his favorites. The shirt came down just over her soft bottom and barely covered what her mother had given her. Usually she wore it with some cute boxers but apparently those had never made it out of the suitcase. Something inside him desperately wanted to spend most of the day in bed with her instead of working the case.

"Bones, you're killing me." The only response he got was the t-shirt being thrown outside the bathroom. He plopped him self down on the bed to wait for her to come out. When the shower water came on, he remembered the past weekend back in D.C. He had jumped into the shower and didn't hear her come into the bathroom. Needless to say they both had to take another shower when they were done with the first one. The FBI Agent grabbed the comforter, as it was the only stopping him from jumping in with her. They had both agreed when they went out of town they couldn't have that kind of fun until they were back in the capital. The sound of the water hitting the tub stopped and Booth focused. There was a murderer to catch; the fun would have to wait.

Ten minutes passed and Brennan emerged from the bathroom with her hair still up in a towel. This time she was fully dressed and booth smirked.

"What? Is there something wrong with my outfit?" She asked, looking down at her slacks and curve-hugging button down shirt.

"Yeah, you're wearing them." He said. Brennan smirked and pulled the towel off her hair.

"Give me ten more minutes, I have to dry my hair."

"All right, I'll meet you at the car." Booth smiled and headed for the door. He let himself out as the sounds of the hair dryer reached his ears.

Sally Glenn's Apartment, 10:00 am MST (12:00 pm EST)

"Would you like anything to drink?" Sally asked as she went onto the kitchen.

"No, thanks." Booth said.

"None for me either." Brennan smiled.

"Well then you can have a seat on the couch. Rich will be by soon." The young woman told them. Booth nodded and looked around the apartment. The furniture was at least ten years old, suggesting that her parents gave her the old stuff and bought new. There were pictures on the top of a nice chest of drawers, one he assumed was her and her parents, and a couple of just her and a man he assumed was Richard Kidd.

"Miss Glenn, Mr. Kidd did know that we were coming." He said.

"Oh yes, he might have had some car trouble. Lately his truck has been acting up. It doesn't hold the oil like it used to." Sally smiled as she sat down in a recliner across from them. There was a knock on the door.

"Speak of the devil." The young woman said. She quickly got up and opened the door.

"Sorry I'm late Sal. My truck wouldn't start and there appears to be a large puddle of fluid underneath it. I'm going to have to work on it later." Richard told her.

"Oh well I'd like to introduce FBI Special Agent Booth and his partner, Dr. Brennan." His girlfriend pointed out their two guests.

"How can we help?" Kidd wondered.

"Well I'd like to know what you two were doing up on the mountain on Friday." Booth started.

"We both love to hike and since we work during the week we don't usually get the chance. However we both had Friday off so we went up and did some hiking it was just after the storm. Things were melting due to the forty-degree weather and it can be very beautiful up there. Besides it was our Valentine's Day outing." Sally explained.

"Sounds nice." Brennan commented.

"It was until we found that body." Richard spoke up.

"Did you recognize the man?" Booth wondered.

"I could barely see his face. Plus my first concern was getting help." Richard answered.

"So you rushed down the mountain and got the police." The FBI Agent fished.

"Yes, right away. We're surprised that you got here so fast." Sally said. That comment was odd and Booth questioned her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I watch CSI. Doesn't it normally take a while to run the victim's fingerprints through the system and then call in the experts?" Sally wondered. At this neither Booth nor Brennan knew what to say. They hadn't realized how fast they had become involved.

"Well when a specialist is needed they get to their destination as soon as possible." The FBI Agent covered quickly.

"Thank you for your help. We'll be in touch if there is anything else." He continued. Both Sally and Richard showed them to the door and the partners left. Once they were out in the car, Booth turned to Brennan.

"Something seems very wrong here. How did Dr. Saunders run the fingerprints and send them to Denver, have them run the fingerprints, and then somehow get a hold of the FBI field office, who contacted D.C.?"

"It does seem odd. I'd like to talk to Dr. Saunders. I've watched Angela enough to know that searching through the database can take longer than a few hours. And did you notice Mr. Kidd's right hand?" Brennan asked.

"It only had four fingers." Booth said.

To Be Continued…