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"Well, from what I can tell," Brennan started. "These two died in the same manner as the previous couple. They've been dead almost a year. They were both restrained, and the male's wrists show much more damage than the females. I'm assuming that she was shot first, again, and the male struggled harder after that. They, again, were both shot execution style." She looked up at Booth, who was staring at her, pursing his lips.

"Looks like we are dealing with a serial killer then," he said. "Is there anything else you can tell me?"

Brennan looked back down at the bodies, gently shaking her head, her ponytail flipping back and forth. "No," she stated definitively. "There isn't anything that I can see that would differentiate this couple from the Schwartz's. They were both healthy adults who were killed similarly to the other couple. This female has more fractures to her metacarpals than the other, but that just verifies that she struggled more than Tricia Schwartz. It's a corresponding feature to anyone who has been bound and is scared."

"Alright, see what Angela can get on their faces and get back to me. I'm going to head over to headquarters and see what I can dig up." Booth turned and made his way down the few steps to the main floor. "Call me if you find anything else," he tossed over his shoulder as the doors swished open.

A few hours later, Brennan was sitting in her office going over her notes that she had taken while evaluating the remains. She was quickly typing them, so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to hear her best friend walk in.

"Sweetie," Angela said, taking a seat across the desk from her. "I have the faces." She slid her sketch pad across the desk towards Brennan. Sighing softly, Brennan lifted the pad and saw two smiling faces staring back at her.

"Good work, Ange," she smiled. "Go ahead and run it and see if you get anything off of them." She handed the pad back to her friend.

Angela took the pad, biting her lip. "I already did." She took a deep breath and handed Brennan another paper. "Michael and Christiana DuPont: missing since last February."

Brennan took the piece of paper and stared at the photo of the two people she had just seen in the drawing. The couple was smiling brightly into the camera, holding toasting flutes. The man was wearing a black tuxedo, and the woman, a white gown and her blonde hair was delicately styled and embellished with a veil. "This is a wedding photo." Brennan looked back up at Angela.

"Yeah, they would have been married a year last Valentine's Day. They were still newlyweds," Angela replied, wringing her hands, her usually happy face covered in a frown.

Looking back down at the photo, Brennan looked at their faces. "They went missing in February, you said?"

"Yeah," Angela cleared her throat. "They were last seen on February 10th. But they were leaving for a romantic getaway, just the two of them. They apparently hadn't told anyone, because no one reported them missing until February 28th." Angela stopped for a moment. "Bren, who could do this? Kill these couples?"

Brennan shook her head, "I don't know, Ange. But that's what we are going to find out."

Angela nodded and stood up, turning when she reached the door. "If you need anything else…"

Brennan smiled at her friend. She was always so emotional. Every case, she seemed to become personally involved. She had come to realize that the reason was because she had to connect with the victims on a personal level, one that Brennan never needed to. Angela gave the victims back their identities, their faces. It was all psychology to Brennan, but, on some level, she did understand.

As Angela left her office, Brennan saw Booth pass her. They stopped and talked for a moment, before Booth moved past her and entered Brennan's office. Brennan had already returned to typing her notes.

"Get your things, Bones. We've got places to be," he said in greeting.

Turning away from her computer she met his gaze head on. "Where are we going?"

"We," he gestured between the two of them. "Are going to meet with the last person who saw the Schwartz's alive. So," he paused. "Hurry up, we have places to go, people to see."

She stood, shrugging her lab coat off and draping it over the back of her chair. Leaning over her desk, she saved her document and locked her computer. Grabbing her jacket from the coat rack, she turned to him, following him out of her office.

As they got into the SUV, Brennan told him what Angela had found. Booth listened intently, as he made his way onto the freeway. Turning to look over at her, he asked, "So, both of the couples went missing in February?"

Brennan nodded in silence. She looked out the window at the trees rushing past them. The bleak early February morning had faded away to a bright and sunny afternoon. Pockets of dirty snow melted in the shadows under the trees on the edge of the woods. Spring would be here before anyone knew it.

"Bones," Booth said, breaking her out of her reverie. "You still with me?"

Brennan looked back over at Booth, "Yeah, where else would I be?" A look of confusion crossed her face. "We are both in the same vehicle."

Booth smirked slightly, shaking his head. "Never mind, Bones. As I was saying, if the Schwartz's went missing in February 2 years ago and the DuPont's went missing last February…" he trailed off.

"It seems to indicate that another couple will go missing this February, if the killer is still out there," Bones finished, smiling slightly.

"Exactly," Booth said, reaching for his phone. "I'm calling Cullen," he said before she could question. "Got to let him know what we found."

Well, that little button is just looking to be pushed. You don't want to disappoint it, do you? It's the button's whole life purpose!

-Mana