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"It was enjoyable." Brennan smiled.

Booth sputtered. "It was more than enjoyable, Bones. It was great." He cleared his throat.

"Well, it couldn't have been that superior. We were intoxicated after all."

"Don't you remember, Bones?" Booth glanced at his partner. "It was earth shattering." He grinned cockily.

The cab of the SUV was quiet after that as they pulled up to the coffee shop.

"Death by Caffeine, kind of ironic." Booth replaced their serious conversation for their usual banter as the partners went to question their next suspect.

"It's not really ironic, Booth." Brennan corrected as they entered the shop and went towards the counter. The partners made an impressive team, standing side-by-side.

"What can I get you?" The perky barista asked.

Booth pulled out his badge. "The manager."

A few minutes later the manger appeared. She gave the partners free drinks, on the house, and gestured them to a table near the back.

"We'd like to question you about a woman who frequented here, Alison Dower." Booth said as Brennan pushed the picture of their victim across the table.

"Yeah, I remember her. She came in here every morning for her cup of coffee. Always ordered the same thing." The manager messed with her ponytail.

"When was the last time you saw Mrs. Dower?" Booth asked.

"Uhm, a few weeks ago. I don't know. I'm not here every day."

"Well try to remember." Booth pressed.

"Alright. Maybe eight days ago?" The manager continued. "She was here with a man."

"What did the man look like?"

"Dark hair, tall. I don't really remember. But for a week she came here with him." The manager explained.

"Did you notice anything unusual about the man? Did you get a name?" Booth tried to gather as much information as possible.

The manager shook her head. "No. But I did notice his car. He always parked it right on the street out front, which is illegal. I told him to move it, so he wouldn't get a ticket."

"What about the car?" Booth pressed.

"There was a sticker on the side. Like an advertisement for some company. I think it was a mechanic shop." The manager explained.

"What mechanic shop?" Booth was getting impatient.

"Something with an 'H' uh, Henley I think."

Both nodded. "Alright. Thanks for your cooperation."

The manager left to go help out a customer.

Brennan turned to Booth. "Do you think she had anything to do with it?"

Booth shook his head. "No, she barely knew anything." Booth sighed. "This isn't much to go on."

"We should go back to the lab." Brennan said. "Angela can try to track down the mechanic shop."

Booth agreed, and the partners headed out towards the SUV to get back to the Jeffersonian.

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Booth and Brennan entered the lab. Brennan slid her card through the reader and hurried up the platform, Booth trailing behind.

"Have you figured out cause of death yet?" She asked, pulling on some gloves.

"No," Daisy shook her head. "I'm sorry Dr. Brennan. I've failed you."

Brennan ignored her assistant and picked up the bones to examine them herself. She looked at the victim's ribs.

"See this shadow here?" Brennan pointed out. "Figure out what caused this and we might have cause of death."

"Yes ma'am." Daisy nodded. "Right away."

Booth tried to stifle a laugh. Brennan yanked off her gloves.

"Let's get this information to Angela." She left the platform and hurried off towards her friend's office.

"Oh, Dr. Brennan." Cam stopped the partners in the hallway. "A letter came for you while you were out."

"Have it put in my office." Brennan dismissed.

"I really think you should look at it. It's marked urgent." Cam insisted, handing the envelope over to Brennan.

She sighed and ripped open the envelope. Her eyes scanned the letter and she stopped, her eyes filled with shock.

"The killer has taken Angela." Brennan announced, horror-stricken.

"What?" Booth exclaimed as Cam took the letter from Brennan's hands.

"Oh my god." Cam said.

"When did Angela leave the lab? How did this happen?" Brennan asked angrily. "How did the killer get in here?"

"The lab is secure. He couldn't have taken Angela from here." Cam informed. "I'll try to have Hodgins trace where this letter came from right away. Maybe he can pull some helpful particulates off of it." Cam made a face, like the last thing she wanted to do was tell Hodgins about this.

A distressed Brennan turned to Booth. "We have to figure this out, Booth." She leaned into her partner's shoulder.

"We will, Bones. We will." Booth assured, hugging her tightly.

The squints minus one would have to get their act in gear if they wanted to rescue Angela in time.

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