A/N Hi again, hope you enjoy this next chapter and keep reading because hopefully it will just get better and better!

-Emma and Beth

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Don't Send a Physicist to do a Forensic Anthropologist's Job

Doctor Emmett Lathrop Brown, a renowned physicist was on his way to work. Well, it wasn't really work; he enjoyed it too much for it to be considered 'work'. He meandered through the streets of Washington DC with glee as it differed from his usual surroundings. After all, there was quite a significant different between DC and California. It wasn't a completely unusual trip; he often made trip to different offices to check everything was functioning correctly and generally keep things in order. You see, Dr. Emmett Brown owned the whole company including this office in DC and the 50 other branches which were all located in a different state. DC was one of his favourites; there was so much history to learn about.

The company was called 'The Institute of Future Technology' which said it all. They were given government funding to research technology which has yet to be invented. After around five years, the institute completed so much they were given a grant to build many more labs, offices and experimental 'zones'. Soon after, there was one in every state. Emmett, being both the founder of the company and Chief Inventive Officer was the boss. He visited every branch at least once a year sometimes leaving his family back in California, other times bringing them along and making a vacation out of it.

"Morning, Sam. Great day isn't it." Dr. Brown encouraged as he entered the main gates to the Institute.
"Sure is, Dr. Brown. Are you in need of a lift up to the institute?" Sam questioned. The entrance was a good mile away from the actually facilities in case they ever needed extra experimental 'zones'. Plus it served well as a safety feature too. After all, what thief would want to walk a mile to his destination and then haul whatever goods he'd stolen back another mile?
"No thanks Sam, I'm going to take a stroll today." Doc smiled back as he entered the gates after confirming his identification with the card he had.

Today was nothing special. It wasn't raining, it wasn't sunny and it wasn't warm but something inside Dr. Emmett L. Brown told him to walk today and not take the usual carpool up there. Perhaps something unusually special would happen after all it wouldn't be the first time something out of the ordinary had happened to him; it's not every day you build two time machines, marry a woman who should technically be dead and have a best friend who was almost erased from existence.

He continued his walk up until the old abandoned multi-storey car park that happened to be next to the institute. Unfortunately, it provided another entrance to the institute, somewhat cancelling out the safety feature of the mile-away-gate. The car park was there before the institute and was never demolished. After a good three year run of serving its purpose as a parking lot, it was abandoned. The new multiplex had opened a 10 storey car park with cheaper prices. The old 5 storey wasn't good enough anymore and people forgot about it. Fortunately, it meant no-one really knew it was there. Dr. Brown closely examined the abandoned building. Everything looked intact; there was nothing above the ordinary. However, something seemed different about the place. It was that strange feeling again. He ventured closer towards it noticing the barrier which once allowed drivers to enter and exit the parking lot had gone completely. Yesterday, (this was his second day in DC now) everything was fine. He decided to investigate being as though it was his company and if some had even attempted to break in, he should know about it.

The ground floor was completely deserted some of the barriers had been stolen and the paint had been chipped. A security camera had been disconnected and some obscene graffiti left in its place. Maybe abandoned had been an understatement. He had known of a few employees from the office parking their cars here with the intention of a quick getaway back home to their families. But he'd not even thought of vandals and hoodlums that generally ruined society. He presumed even in Washington DC you couldn't escape them.

He checked the other floors in a similar fashion, only to arrive at the top floor where a car was parked. The physicist went to investigate, presuming the car had either been abandoned or someone had simply forgotten where they parked it. Near to the car he noticed a charred patch of concrete. He headed over to inspect the floor.
"Great Scott! This is a perfect example of exuro humanus somes. What kind of malevolent individual would commit such a ghastly crime?" He wasn't a doctor for nothing, he knew a dead body when he saw one, even if the body had been burnt to a crisp.

Special Agent Seeley Booth strode through the lab doors of the Jeffersonian with a smile on his face. They'd not gotten a proper case in weeks; they'd had the small ones but no big ones. His gut told him this one was going to take a long time meaning that he would be able to spend time with his favourite forensic anthropologist. That's why he was smiling.

He walked up to the platform swiping his ID card as he went so not to sound the annoying alarm that could go off. He looked around the platform but Brennan wasn't there. The only person there to greet him was the bug and smile guy; Dr. Jack Hodgins. He was bent over his microscope probably looking at some bug or a piece of dirt from the middle of nowhere.

"Hey man," he said without even looking up from his microscope. That was one of the creepy things about being in the lab; all the squints would know where he was or when he was coming without even looking.

"Hi... So, do you know where I could find bones?"

"You're in a forensic lab, I'm sure you could find a few bones somewhere," he said laughing and finally looking up from his microscope.

"I meant Dr. Brennan; do you know where Dr. Brennan is?" Hodgins chuckled to himself; at least he found his joke funny if other people didn't appreciate it. They both turned to look as Angela walked up onto the platform carrying her sketchpad and a cup of coffee.

"Well good morning Booth, you're looking especially fine this morning. Hodgins you still looking at the bug?"

"It's not just any old bug you know; this is a Gryllotalpa gryllotalpa. We've borrowed her from the Brits for a little while, so we could admire the greatness. They can't fly very well but other than that they are 42mm of pure beauties covered in velvety little hairs."

"Wait a what?" asked Booth.

"A Gryll..." started Hodgins but was cut off by Angela who was laughing and shaking her head at his enthusiasm for a bug.

"A mole cricket," she said. "Very interesting bugs." Hodgins was about to say something when Angela cut him off once again to talk to Booth. "Are you trying to find Bren?" Booth nodded his head; finally someone had answered his question. They had a very big case ahead of them – according to his gut.

"She's down in Limbo with another set of bones; seriously if you don't bring us a case soon there's gonna be no more bones left in limbo." Booth didn't respond; he just smiled then left the platform holding up the case file as he went.

"Thank you," Angela shouted after him. "Yes, finally a new case."

"Uh?" said Hodgins looking up from the microscope after jotting something on the note pad next to him. Angela shook her head and sighed.

"New case," she said simply. After Angela had started talking to Booth Hodgins had gone back to looking at his new friend; the Gryllotalpa gryllotalpa. Hodgins smiled; they had finally gotten a new case. A new case would beat anything including the Gryllotalpa gryllotalpa any day. He started packing away all his things into their boxes and started preparing what he would need to gather particles from the body that would be brought in soon.

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Booth walked down the stairs and into limbo; a place which still creeped him out even though he'd worked with the Jeffersonian for almost five years. It was filled with drawers that almost reached the ceiling; each draw containing what was left of someone. Their bones. Who would want to spend their day down there – apart from the squints of course? They were just lying in those drawers waiting for someone to come along and identify them. Dr. Temperance Brennan was near the front of the room leaning over a table looking at some remains which could've been from someone who had died nearly hundred years ago. Booth jogged over and leaned on the table waiting for her to respond to his presence.

"Hands!" That was the first thing she said to him. Not 'hey Booth, how are you today?" or 'hey Booth, got a case for us?' No all she said was 'hands'. The squints had something about people putting their hands on the tables – maybe it was a squint thing. In the whole time he'd worked with them he'd still not figured it out.

"And hello to you too Bones. What you doing stuck down here when we have a case waiting for us?" he said jokingly but of course she didn't.

"Well, I didn't know we had a case and anyway I've got to identify these remains for Dr. Goodman before this evening," she said going back to the bones that lay in front of her. When the two had first met she hated to be called Bones but over the years she had grown fond of the nickname that he had given her. It was something special which was between only the two of them and she liked that.

"It was a joke, I knew you... Never mind, come on we've a case. A guy was completely burnt to a crisp in a parking lot; one thing we know for sure is it wasn't an accident." Brennan sighed; she was never going to get these bones identified now that they had a case. But then again maybe it would be interesting. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Why do I always feel like you're abducting me?" she asked slowly taking her lab coat off. Booth hurried her up by passing her, her coat which was hung up near the stairs and helping her into it.

"You love it really," he said as they walked up the stairs together. Deep down she did but that's what scared her the most.

*****

They both climbed into Booth's SUV after Brennan had gathered the things she needed for the crime scene. They'd brought Hodgins along so that he could collect particulates from the surrounding area. Currently they were having a debate about limbo.

"How can you work down there though?"

"What do you mean? It's just a room," said Brennan.

"I mean... you work in a room under the lab all on your own with hundreds of people around you. It's... It's creepy," said Booth.

"They're bones Booth, not people. And why would they bother me?"

"They're not exactly going to jump out and get you," added Hodgins from the back seat where he was sat. He leaned forward so that he felt more involved in the conversation.

"I know that! It's just that they were once people; living people who someone loved. They're just lying there, unidentified, no one knowing who they were. It's cruel; being kept enclosed in a box until someone comes along to look at them. How would you like that?" Neither Hodgins nor Brennan answered; they kept silent. Hodgins leaned back in his seat while Brennan turned in her seat to look out of the window. Both were trying to suppress the memories that were fighting their way to be remembered. The Gravedigger was once more invading their lives. Booth suddenly thought about what he said. "Shit, look I'm sorry. I forgot, I didn't think before I said it. Forgive me?" he asked mainly Brennan but instead Hodgins answered.

"Yeah man, I forgive you. I know you didn't mean it," he said leaning forward and patting him on the shoulder.

"Bones?"

"Yeah, I forgive you," she said. However she didn't take her eyes away from the passing scenery which made Booth wonder if she actually did. He hoped so.

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