A/N: Here is a chapter that is basically case work...it's taken me so long because I find it difficult to write specifics about the case. It will take me a little longer for the next one, which is also case work, but hopefully not too long!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bones nor Twilight.

BONES.

"So what did you think of the Cullens?" Booth asked as he glanced at Bones' amused expression.

"Rationally I can't seem to set them in a category, but they are very well likable in many logical examinations," she replied as she put her hair into a low ponytail with a rubber band. Charlie stiffened as they spoke, but didn't intervene in the conversation. "Hodgins said Angela has identified the victim, Mike Newton. There wasn't a missing persons report which is odd. They want us to examine the body thoroughly so I can send them the photographs."

As she spoke of Mike Newton, Charlie leaned against the window and rubbed his face. Booth nudged Bones and silenced her as he glanced at the Sheriff.

"Hey man are you okay?" Booth asked in a worried tone. The pain on Charlie's face was evident as he took a deep breath and then exhaled sharply.

"It's the Newton boy?" Charlie asked with a quiver in his voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but that's shocking news. I've never had a run in with Mike, he was a good kid, played sports, good student, and he was friends with my daughter." He rubbed his face again as he tried to hide the emotion in his voice. "I just-" he paused as he let two pedestrians cross the road and then continued, "It's just that I can't imagine how he would get mixed up with a serial killer."

Booth was solemn as Charlie explained the shock of Mike's murder in a low voice.

"The Newton's boy," Charlie mumbled under his breath as he rubbed his eyes. Booth cleared his throat and then leaned up in his seat.

"So you know the Newton's?" He asked softly with a hand on Charlie's headrest.

"Yeah, great people. They own the outdoors store on the corner," he replied. "Mike went off to college a few months ago and has visited on his breaks, I wonder if that's why his parents don't know he's missing."

"Chief Swan, have there been any strange people coming though town? Has anyone reported anything suspicious recently?" Booth asked. He noticed that Charlie tensed up when he asked.

"Not since Halloween, but that stuff checked out. Most of it was just old ladies seeing demons in their front yards and a report of vampires prowling through the woods. There was a report of trespassing, but that was just teenagers smashing pumpkins and lighting bonfires on private land, stuff like that. Forks is a pretty quiet town, usually. This is big news. You'll probably find that the news of the murder is all over town by now, and everyone has their own opinions of what happened." Charlie's voice was still shaky although his words were calm.

"You mentioned a problem with wolves," Dr. Brennan said from the backseat. "What type of problem, if I may ask?"

"Oh, just, you know," Charlie said vaguely, sitting up straighter in his seat, "Problems with people seeing them and getting nervous, that sort of thing."

"It hardly sounds like a problem when you put it like that," Booth said casually, exchanging a glance with his partner.

"Do you mind if I look at the reports?" Brennan asked, returning Booth's suspicious glance. "There is evidence of canine scavenging on the bones, from what I could see, and I'd like to see what type of wildlife was seen in the area."

"Is there any chance that he was killed by a wolf?" Booth asked her.

"It's doubtful that he was killed by an animal. I'll have to take a closer look, but the hyoid and surrounding tissue shows no sign of a strangle hold that wolves use to bring down their prey. There were also numerous defensive wounds on the right ulna that suggest the victim was...pummeled with something that was very hard and irregular. Besides, this victim shows all the signs that he was killed in the same manner as the others. It's as if his head was…"

"Bones!" Booth interrupted. He gestured wildly to Charlie, who was gripping the steering wheel as if his life depended on it and sweating profusely. "He doesn't need to know the details," he whispered intensely.

"Oh, sorry," she whispered back to him. Booth rolled his eyes and shook his head, smiling affectionately.

"Just remember that the victim was Mike Newton, and he had friends and family here. Don't go spouting off gruesome facts to everyone." Booth leaned back in his seat and stared out the window as Charlie pulled the small hospital parking lot. "I'll be back, I'm going to make sure Bones has everything she needs," Booth said as he got out of the car. Charlie nodded and then looked straight ahead. Booth put his hand on her shoulder as they walked through misty rain to the entrance. The building was small so it didn't take long for Dr. Watson to show Booth and Bones to the morgue that Bones would use for a temporary lab.

"You have everything you requested?" Booth asked softly as he watched Bones button her lab coat.

"I think this will be sufficient for the time being," Bones replied turning her back to him and pulling the light over the plastic wrapped body. "Are you going to interview the family?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take off. Let me know if there are any details that I should I should take into consideration," Booth replied as he turned for the door.

"Booth," she called as he was about to leave. He stopped and turned back questioningly, holding the open door.

"Yeah, Bones?" he asked.

"Be careful. This killer was extremely strong," she said, caressing the cervical vertebrae with gloved hands. "I haven't found any sign that this killer uses a weapon. Just...be careful."

"I will, Bones," he said seriously. "I have to stick around to protect you, after all," he smiled. She smiled after him as he tilted his hand in a wave and left. She turned to the small table that held her laptop. She flipped up the antenna on the satellite connection and began to establish a link with the Jeffersonian. Angela's face appeared as soon as she connected.

"Hey sweetie, hows Washington? Are you and Booth getting frisky yet?" Angela giggled softly. Brennan frowned and then answered automatically.

"No, Angela stop making such assumptions. Now did you get those photographs that I sent?" Brennan heard Angela clear her throat and then answer in a serious tone.

"Yeah we confirmed it was Mike Newton. His school reports that he hasn't been in his classes for the past three weeks. All of our conclusions have matched up with your theories," Angela replied. "So come on hon any cute guys?" Brennan rolled her eyes and then was relieved to see Hodgins in the distance.

"Put Hodgins on please Angela," Brennan said as she examined the clavicle. Angela called Hodgins over and then leaned back into the camera.

"Have some fun when you're out there okay sweetie?" She said with a smile on her face. Brennan ignored her comment as she heard Angela's high heels clicking in the distance.

"Hey, Dr. Brennan," Hodgins greeted as he came on camera.

"Hodgins," she acknowledged, bending close to the scapula with a light and a magnifying glass. "You said you had something for me regarding the particulates?"

"Yeah…" he began hesitantly, "The results are very inconclusive. The tests contradict each other, and I've used up the samples you sent in testing. Would you be willing to send more?"

"What is the basis of the contradiction?" she asked, looking up from her examination to see his results as Hodgins split the screen so that she could simultaneously see him and his results.

"This is the result of Cam's DNA test," he said, pointing at the electrophoresis results. He highlighted certain bars, comparing them with control DNA.

"Oh," Brennan said, "Is she certain that this animal DNA is not just from saliva that was included in the PCR of the material under his nails?"

"No, I was the one that checked that. I ran the saliva from the bite wounds, and this is the exact same sequence!" he said, speaking more rapidly as he became more excited. Brennan considered that piece of evidence, then pushed it out of her mind and concentrated on what was in front of her.

"Hodgins, I'm concerned about the various particulates I'm seeing," she said, standing over the body intently.

"Just send me samples," he said from the side of the screen.

"I believe I could compromise the integrity of the remains. These bite marks have driven particles of soil deep within the bone. They look like clay-bearing soils mixed with sandy soils. I could send you samples, but I don't believe you could get all the information you could get without direct observation. These soils are definitely layered and the picture quality I'm seeing does not allow for clear observation."

"Ohhh! Field trip! I like it," Hodgins exclaimed, leaving the screen, causing the picture to rock, probably because he bumped the table. In the distance, Brennan heard, "Ange, I'm going to Washington! You know that Washington has the highest rate of disappearances in the United States? I think it's part of a massive cover up that involves species of humanoid aliens that the government suppresses information of…" he trailed off as he got further away from the computer and Angela gave a little eye roll at his dramatic conspiracy theories.

"You know, the last case we got from Washington involved people being eaten by humans and bears and who knows what else," Angela commented. "Just, be careful out there, sweetie."

"I'll be careful, Ange. And Booth is being very overprotective in regards to me, so I believe I'll be fine," she smiled at her friend before exchanging goodbyes and ending the connection with the Jeffersonian.