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"Quick question, Cam?"asked Hodgins.
"What, Hodgins?"
"Should I see what I can get from the bugs?"
"Yes, the faster we get all we can here, the faster we can breathe through our noses." The team set to work. "Victim was female, mid-twentys. That's all I can get."
"Let's take it back to the lab."
Back at the lab, Sweets was talking to Angela. "Sweets, I still love Hodgins."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Well if you are sure, tell him!"
"Thanks, Sweets, helpful."
"I don't appreciate sarcasm!" She walked off, annoyed. Her mind wandered back to what she thought she had seen earlier. Was it possible she was seeing things? Maybe, but then she would have to talk to Sweets again and she had the feeling that Booth and Brennan did not want anyone to know. Sweets had been acting strange since Brennan's office had been ransacked. "I'll figure that out later."
"Okay, time for me to see what /interesting/ bugs and dirt we've got here," said Hodgins.
"Bones you and me, as usual," Booth said.
"Not until we know who the victim is, Booth. Clark, I'm going to see what the little flesh left can tell us, then you and Hodgeson are cleaning the bones."
"Okay."
"Hey Sweetie, could I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, Angela."
"So, um, uh, I…never mind."
"Hey Booth!"
"Hodgeson, what?"
"So…"
"So…?"
"You going to that charity thing for the Jeffersonian?"
"I probably have no choice." Booth didn't really mind the annual charity gala for the Jeffersonian, but he did mind the bit where at least one of the scientists at the Jeffersonian had to give a speech. It was deadly boring, especially when it wasn't someone he spoke to on a regular basis. "Hey, Hodgeson, when you want to keep something secret, what do you do?"
"Depends on the secret, why?"
"No reason."
"There's something you're not telling me."
"Yeah, I don't think so." As Booth walked away, Cam walked up to Hodgeson. "Hey, got anything helpful?"
"Yep. The victim wasn't murdered where she was found. See this clay sample?"
"You're the expert on the subject, all I see is dirt."
"Anyway, the floor of the garage was concrete, so the clay couldn't be from there. There are five places in the DC area with clay soil."