Roy's bar was a tiny run down building that had about 4 tables outside, a storm had started just as Zach had left the lab, he past the fare through the window and ran from the rain, looking down the street before entering. He walked over to a guy sitting in one of the empty booths, lifting his head "What's up?" Zach sat down and ordered a beer "I need help, I can't do this by myself. This case is dead and we've only had it two days" About two hours had past before Zach had stopped talking, the guy sat and listened occasionally nodding or making agreeing noises, Zach sat back and sighed "Look Zach I can see that you need this more than I do" handing him a shot "Here take this" Zach pulled out an envelop from his jacket pocket "I photocopied this too" handing him a police file. I n one swift movement Zach got up and left.
Zach woke to find the sun beaming into his eyes, the meeting that took place the night before he had chosen to put out of his mind right now. He knew that if anyone found out that he had given a police report to someone who was not actually on the case he could be putting his job in jeopardy but he didn't care about that he just wanted to solve this case and he was prepared to do anything to make sure that happened. The breakfast hall was pretty empty and Jack was sure that was a bad sign cheap hotel, rubbish food he thought to himself, he had spotted Angela and Booth sitting at a table next to the big window. They were deep in conversation, not that Jack would ever admit it to anybody else he was always slightly worried when they were in a heavy conversation, it was either about him or Dr B, they first time they had one of these conversations was when no one had heard from Dr B after her and Angela had nearly come to blows. Booth had gone to her apartment to find it completely bare; he and Angela were trying to work out how to tell us but Angela's face had given it away and Zach had simply stated "She's gone"
"Zachy Boy you worked really late last night, I heard your door a little after 1 this morning" Angela commented as he and Jack sat down "Yeah I felt better" holding up his toast as a sign "So did you turn up anything we may have missed?" Shaking his head "I'm stumped actually" Angela wiped off a piece of toast that had managed to escape his mouth "Yuck, Zach mouth closed when you are eating. First Booth, then Jack now you are you all incapable of eating!" They chuckled, Zach had started to buzz leaping up and running out of the hall "You know that boy is getting more unsocial everyday" Jack stretched his hand out and lift Zach sausage off his plate "Won't miss this" Angela looked puzzled "what is up with him?" Booth shrugged "He is just hungry, nothing is wrong with him" Shaking her head "Not Jack, Zach" finishing his sausage "Nothing he does surprises me and if you tasted this sausage I don't think you'd blame him" Booth cell began to ring "We have another body, someone find Zach and meet meat the SUV ASAP"
Zach had been found outside of the hotel on his cell, Angela had been teasing him about a girlfriend that she had supposed he had just hung up on "You are in so much trouble with her when you get home Zach, you do realize that it's a dump able offence to hang up on your girlfriend" Zach wasn't really listening, he had a look of disappointment on his face. He was sure that the help he had asked for would come but the phone call had said it all and he was gutted!
Zach had been at the site for most of the day, he had finally been let into the crime scene 3 hours after they had got there. The CSIs were taking extra time with this, apparently when there maybe a serial killer loose they must spend extra time collecting evidence photographing and all the other stuff Zach wasn't interested in. He began another fruitless search of the area and the scene, but just like the first body there was nothing usual, after a while Booth, Angela and Jack had gone back to the lab to examine some material Jack had found on the ground next to the body. He was ready to give up, leant against a tree and put his head in his hands this is too much for me this was flooding his brain and the case had made him doubt himself and the people around him.
He had sunk down the tree until he was resting on the back of his heels; he kept his head in his hands and rested his head back on the tree. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't the area was still surrounded by police and even though he was now in the public area he knew he could be seen. The quiet of the park was appealing right now, he needed time to think; process; go over and over the evidence he had, Zach had started to move his head against the tree as he thought about the photos, Glenn Stevens deep barbed wire cuts, the blood, his fractured face.
He felt someone touch his hands, which had startled him. "So you still need help?"