Summary: Just a way for Bones and Booth to get together, might be a bit of Booth/Cam, don't get scared away, I said a bit. Grr I really suck at summaries just read it, please

Rating: T this chapter, promise I will be back to M soon.

Disclaimer: Unless anything has changed in the last five minutes, my offer to buy Bones from FOX for 20$ didn't go through. So I still own nothing except the extra characters i.e. Mathers, Bishop, Clearwater and Sam.

Authors Note: Sorry, ok I need to stop apologizing because it is becoming painfully obvious that I can only get out one chapter per week, and me apologizing for being late every chapter is not helping. I am not in a great mood right now because of what happened to a certain baseball team that I know of… but I guess I just have to keep rooting them on and crossing my fingers that out of some miracle we can beat the infamous NY. OK I won't leave you hanging any longer… and now the answer to the pure evil cliffhanger… Πολλή αγάπη

Tonight I Wanna Cry

"Hey Everybody" called Angela's usual cheerful voice, as she walked in the sliding doors of the lab. "Sorry I'm late, but I was out late and drank WAY to much, major hangover." She said not sounding at all tired as she swiped her card and made her way up the. "But it was nothing a few aspirin, a glass of water and a lot of sleep wouldn't fi---" she started then she noticed the grim look on Brennan's face and the body bag on the table. "What?" she asked looking at Brennan.

Looking into those eyes, which were now so empty almost made Brennan sick. She had just seen those eyes last night looking so jolly and full of life. She was saddened that they would never light up with that full belly laugh that reminded her so much of Santa Claus again. She silently wondered how many other people would be missing the cheerful, old man.

"Bones, do you know him?" asked Booth gently, touching her shoulder lightly. She shivered slightly at his touch; she hated that he had that effect on her. Now that she knew what it was like to sleep with him it was ten times worse.

"No not really, his name is Sam, he's a cab driver. He drove me to the Monument last night, he was nice, and we talked a little. I just can't believe, I mean… I just saw him" She said shaking her head switching into professional mode so quickly that it was lost on her colleagues "So Booth, what did you want me to look at?" she asked leaving a bewildered Booth in the dust.

"Oh" he said finally following what she said. "Open the mouth you'll see…" he told her.

"Alright" she said as she snapped on latex gloves gently pried the mouth. Protruding from Sam's tongue was a small piece of bone. Brennan grabbed a pair of tweezers from the table behind her and slowly removed the shard of bone. She rinsed it under distilled water to remove Sam's blood then held it up in the light and stared at it.

"What is it?" Mathers asked curious.

Brennan threw him a look "Obviously, it is a piece of bone or else I wouldn't be needed now would I?" she said in an annoyed tone, this man was getting on her last nerve.

"Can you tell what bone it's from?" asked Booth smiling slightly he loved how Bones didn't fall pray to Mathers charm.

"Not without further analysis, the piece is too small. Do you have any evidence that links the two victims?" she asked.

"No but I am hoping that that piece of bone," he said pointing to the tweezers in her hand. "Will be the link we're looking for." He added

"I wouldn't get your hopes up this piece of bone could be from anybody…" she continued placing the bone into a small dish. "Besides we don't even know if the other body is missing a piece of bone." She added and was about to say more when an extremely excited Zack Addy practically ran her over.

"Dr. Brennan I think I have a cause of death, come over here and look." He said leading everyone over to the table. "I didn't find anything at first, but when I looked closer I found scratches on the victims ribs, here… here… here… and here" he said pointing to four spots on ribs on either side of the sternum. "They appear to be made with some kind of pointed object."

"So you our victim was stabbed multiple times with a knife?" Booth asked, Brennan stayed quiet and allowed her assistant to continue. Mathers who was used to being ignored by now just sat there listening.

"That's what I thought too, but then I tried to see which stab caused death, take a look Dr. Brennan." He said gesturing toward the bone. Brennan bent over and studied the ribs, picked them up and looked in the light. "You see what I mean Dr. Brennan?"

"Yes Zack, it seems that all of the stabs were fatal, they must have been done at the same time." She said clearing it up to those who were not anthropologists.

"Exactly, so then I started to look for a kind of instrument that would make these marks. I noticed that if you connect lines between the four points they make a straight line." He said pushing buttons on the computer that made a picture of the skeleton, with a line connecting the four wounds. "What kind of an instrument has four points in a row that make a straight line." He said moving his hands foreword as if trying to get them to guess the answer.

"A pitchfork!" said Brennan, Booth and Angela all simultaneously.

"Yes!" said Zack, as he brought up a picture of a pitchfork, "The marks are a perfect match for the common farm-variety pitchfork."

"That's nasty," said Mathers earning him more looks. "Who kills with a pitchfork?" Brennan was about to reply when a thought struck her and she turned and practically ran over to the examination table holding Sam, the others rushed after her. When she reached the table she quickly unzipped the bag even more and revealed four identical holes right through Sam's chest.

"I think we have a serial killer on our hands," Brennan said looking up

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The rest of the squints day was spent finding out as much information about the body as possible. It proved to be rather successful. They found that the shard of bone on Sam's tongue did indeed come from the young boy, it was a small piece of his rib. They had yet to figure out how it got on his tongue though. Brennan decided to distance herself from Booth for the rest of the day, only talking to him about the case and only telling the facts. It was now 10pm and everyone else was home, but not Brennan.

"Bones, what's going on?" Booth asked as he walked in the doors of lab, he knew he'd find her there. "You've been avoiding me like the plague." He asked

"Nothing Booth, I've just been busy you know… trying to solve a case" she said with more conviction than she felt.

"What's the matter? You're treating me like a criminal when I've done nothing wrong." He said his blood pressure slowly going above normal.

"This is not the place, we'll talk later" said Brennan pointedly storming off the platform and into her office and shut the door behind her, only to have it thrown open a millisecond later by a very angry Agent Booth.

"No Bones, its time to talk now." He demanded not giving her a choice. She walked over and sat down behind her desk

"Ok, Booth" she said calmly as she folded her hands in her lap very patiently.

"Goddamnit Bones, how can you just sit there and pretend nothing happened?" he asked raising his voice above normal volume, but still trying to keep his temper in check.

"Because nothing of consequence happened," she explained.

"What do you mean 'nothing of consequence' happened? How can you possibly say that after what we shared?" he asked perplexed.

"Yes Booth last night was amazing, but that's all it was… sex, two bodies in need." She said her voice even keeping up the charade of complete calm.

"Is that really all I mean to you?" he asked almost yelling now. He couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Booth… don't" she said her resolve rapidly fading as it became harder and harder for her to lie to him.

"No Bones, Is that all I am to you? a… a booty call? He screamed at her as he walked over to the other side of the desk and stood in front of her. Meeting the challenge she rose to her feet so they were standing face to face. Without warning her pulled her foreword and kissed her with a furious passion, not the passion of the night before, but anger. She responded to him with equal amounts of fury. When the need for air arose he stepped back and looked her right in the eye.

"That doesn't change anything, Booth" she said quietly, hating the way she was powerless to stop her body's reaction toward him.

"Tell me that you felt nothing just now! Tell me that you felt nothing last night!" he yelled, Brennan sat down and looked at her hands, when she didn't answer he yelled again.

"No better yet, look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me!" he said "Do that and I will walk out that door and only come back in for professional reasons."

Brennan looked up at him slowly her eyes watery as she willed away the tears. She hated lying to him but she had to, "Booth," she started her voice quiet and shaking slightly, "I don't love you." she finished breaking his gaze and looking down again. Booth looked shell-shocked he didn't know what to do. She looked up in his eyes again and saw intense sadness. He turned defeated and walked out of her office in a daze. Once he had left there was nothing to stop the tears from free falling down her face. She made her way to her couch where she sat down and hugged her knees as she sobbed violently.

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Booth's entire drive home was spent in a daze, thinking of nothing, not even sure where he was going. He finally pulled up in front of his house and made his way inside. He instinctively went to the fridge to pull out a beer, but he decided that wasn't strong enough. He opened his cabinet and pulled out that expensive bottle of vodka he'd been saving. He figured now was as good a time as any to use it. He pulled a shot glass from the cabinet above his sink and sat down on his couch, he poured himself a shot and drained it allowing himself to think for the first time.

She doesn't love me he thought She doesn't love me. All those looks he thought he saw all those moments, they were just his imagination, just his mind making him see what wasn't there. How could I have been so stupid, how could I have believed that she loved me? Well now it is obvious she thinks of me as a colleague and nothing else he thought pouring and draining another shot.

Just as he was about to pour another one he thought This is not helping, I know that even if I get myself miserably drunk I will never forget her. He just sat there staring at the shot, tipping the glass back and forth watching the liquid run from one side to the other. There is one way, that I can try to forget her, at least for tonight. Besides it's not safe to drink alone… he thought as he sat down the shot and stood up and walked to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed a number; the person picked up on the first ring.

"Hi Cam, its Booth…."

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Ooo, one of my more angsty chapters don't you think, but I mean if you couldn't tell from the chapter title that it was going to be angsty its not my problem. I am slightly annoyed at the writers for the last episode, I mean it wasn't very good. It seems like Cam is taking over for Bones while she goes out and does fieldwork only…I miss the old episodes. Also it seems like in that last episode they ignored BB, and I for one don't like it. The Hodgela was cute but that's it… anyway review I love you all dearly and my face lights up when I open my mailbox to see all the reviews. So if you like the story tell me, it just might make my day :) Much love ;)