Since the reviews for each chapter keep getting fewer and fewer, I'm assuming most Bones readers aren't really into case stories. For that reason, I feel like I should warn you that this is my one real case-centric chapter. There's definitely some B&B stuff at the end, though, so I hope you'll hang in there and keep reading! It gets fun again soon; I promise.

Early the next morning, Booth and Brennan knocked on the door of a small apartment in Orlando. A long time and several loud knocks later, a young woman opened the door. Her long, dark hair was tangled, and her bathrobe hung open, revealing her tank top and pajama shorts.

"Yeah?" she asked squinting in the light, her voice heavy with sleep.

"Joanna Kent?" Booth asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

Booth pulled out his badge. "Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. We need to ask you a few questions."

Wordlessly, the girl opened the door and let them in, a look of worry on her face. They headed for the living room and each took a seat, Booth and Brennan on the couch, Joanna on a chair. She tied her robe and looked up at her unexpected visitors.

"What's this about?" Joanna asked.

"You heard about the human remains recovered in Disney World?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah, of course," Joanna said.

"It was Billie," Booth said gently.

"What?" Joanna cried, her eyes filling with tears. "Are you serious?"

"When's the last time you saw her?" Booth asked.

"Umm…Friday…at the Magic Kingdom," Joanna said.

"The cast member event?" Brennan asked. Joanna nodded. "Can you be more specific?"

"She wanted to ride Space Mountain right before the event ended," Joanna said. "She hadn't gotten the chance to yet, and for events like that, they turn the lights on. Everyone goes crazy for it. Anyway, she was going to do that and then we planned to meet back up behind the castle so we could leave. She never showed."

"You didn't want to go on the roller coaster?" Brennan asked.

Joanna laughed. "Have you ever seen Space Mountain with the lights on? It's scarier than when it's dark!"

"Do you know what time you left her at Space Mountain?" Booth asked.

"The event ended at four a.m. so about…3:15? Best guess," Joanna said.

"Do you work with the Imagineers, too?" Brennan asked.

"No…no…I'm just with the regular intern program," she said.

"What do you do?" Booth asked.

"Character greetings and parades, mostly," Joanna said. "I'm a theatre major. Technical stuff isn't really my forte."

"You didn't worry when Billie didn't come home?" Booth asked. "It's been a week."

"She had some time off coming up. I figured she went home. She likes her parents."

"Why did you leave the party without her if you guys were supposed to leave together?" Brennan asked.

"We were going to leave the park together and get burgers. After that, Billie was going to come back here, and I was going to go with my boyfriend back to his dorm. He and I got there around 5, I guess," Joanna explained.

"Boyfriend…so he knows Billie?" Booth asked.

"He works with her, actually. That's how we met," Joanna said. She paused for a moment, a look of realization crossing her face. "He was…he was the one who convinced me to stop waiting for Billie."

"What did he say?" Brennan asked.

"He rode Space Mountain with her. He said she met up with a friend and probably just decided to go off with her instead. It seemed unusual for her, but my boyfriend was eager to go."

"Name and address?" Booth asked.

"Justin Woods," Joanna said. She stood, grabbed a campus map from a nearby drawer, and circled a building before handing it to Booth. "He lives in a single room on campus…University of Central Florida. He's working today, though. You don't think Justin…"

"It's too early to jump to conclusions," Brennan said. Booth passed Joanna his number.

"If you think of anything else…" he said.

Brennan's phone rang just as she and Booth climbed into the SUV. Booth started the ignition, and Brennan answered the call.

"Brennan," she said.

"Our victim didn't die of blunt force trauma," Cam said from her autopsy lab's speaker phone. "She drowned."

"Wh…are you sure?" Brennan asked. "The head injury…"

"Cracked her skull but didn't kill her," Cam finished. "Presence of bacillariophyceae in the bone marrow and what's left of her liver indicate that she was alive when she went into that water."

"Have Hodgins test the bacillariophyceae you found against the diatoms in his samples to see if they match and confirm cause of death," Brennan said.

"Of course," Cam said. "And her tox screen came back negative. A bit of caffeine, but other than that, no drugs, no alcohol."

"Thanks, Cam," Brennan said, hanging up.

Back at the lab, Mr. Nigel-Murray wandered in to the autopsy room as Cam hung up her phone. He sauntered up to the autopsy table and stopped.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Nigel-Murray?" Cam asked.

"Oh, yes, I was wondering when I might get to clean the bones," he said.

"Not quite yet, Mr. Nigel-Murray," Cam said.

"There are over 60 thousand cast members at Walt Disney World, making them the largest single-site employer in the United States," he said.

"Your point?" Cam asked.

"If Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan are looking for a cast member, they have over 60 thousand suspects," he said proudly.

"Would all 60 thousand have been at the Magic Kingdom Friday night?" Cam asked.

"That is…highly unlikely," Mr. Nigel-Murray admitted.

"Their suspect pool probably isn't even as large as the list of people who attended the event. She worked with computers, not out in the theme parks."

"The Mission: Space attraction at Disney's Epcot Center, which stands for Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow, by the way, requires more computers than a NASA space shuttle," Mr. Nigel-Murray said.

"Did you just give me a fact within a fact?" Cam asked.

Nigel-Murray paused for a moment before saying, "Dr. Brennan says I'm very efficient. She appreciates my factual intelligence."

"As do I, but I also appreciate relevance," Cam said. She had been carefully moving one of the magnifying arms across the remains as she spoke to the intern, glancing at the computer screen as she worked. She paused at the victim's shoulders. "Do you see that?"

"What exactly am I looking at?" Mr. Nigel-Murray asked, stepping forward and putting on gloves. Cam pointed to the screen.

"Bruising…around the scapula," Cam said. "Can you tell me what that means?"

"Possible evidence of…dragging?"

"Very good," Cam said. "It means the victim wasn't attacked in the water. She was moved there."

Booth and Brennan walked into the offices of the Walt Disney World Imagineers. They found Justin Woods, a tall young man with blonde hair, at a cubicle, working on his computer.

"What'cha working on there, Justin?" Booth asked.

Justin never turned around to see who was asking. He answered, "The new Monsters, Inc roller coaster. It opens next year. You FBI? Joanna said you were coming."

"Of course she did," Booth muttered. "I thought you were working on the Fantasyland project?"

"Nah," Justin shrugged. "Billie and I worked together on the Space Mountain refurbishment, but princesses? Not my thing. I do roller coasters."

"Do you think you could stop working and maybe turn around?" Booth asked. Justin did so. "Billie's been gone for a week. Why didn't you report her missing when she didn't show up for work?"

"We both were scheduled to have Monday and Tuesday off this week, and I heard her talking about needing Thursday off for a doctor's appointment. When she didn't show up today or Wednesday, I figured she just asked for the whole week off," Justin said.

"Doctor's appointment?" Brennan asked. "Has she been sick?"

Justin shook his head. "I think it was just a routine thing."

"When's the last time you saw her?" Brennan asked.

"Space Mountain on Friday."

"Who did she meet up with after the ride?" Brennan asked.

"What?" Justin asked.

"You told your girlfriend that Billie ran into a friend after the ride. We want a name," Booth said.

"That…was a lie," Justin admitted.

"You lied to Joanna or Joanna lied to us?" Brennan asked.

"I lied to Joanna. Billie didn't meet anyone. She wanted to go on the roller coaster again, and I had to go meet a buddy at the Stitch ride."

"Why did you tell Joanna she met someone?" Brennan asked.

"She worries about Billie. Billie didn't have a lot of friends. I mean, she was nice, but she was quiet. I don't know what happened, but the last time I saw her was when we were getting off the coaster," Justin said.

"Do you know of anyone at all who might've had something against Billie?" Booth asked. Justin thought about it for a moment.

"There's Vince, I guess," Justin said.

"Vince?" Brennan asked.

"Vince Meyers…he went to school with Billie down in Tampa. He wanted this internship. Billie got it," Justin said.

"Thank you," Brennan said, turning to leave.

"Hold on," Booth said, grabbing her arm. "One more thing…why'd you convince Joanna to stop waiting for Billie?"

Justin chuckled. "The event was over. I didn't see Joanna much last week. She's my girlfriend. I just wanted to get her home, you know?"

"Oh, for sex?" Brennan asked.

Booth shot her a weird glance as Justin nodded as if to say 'obviously.' Booth took hold of Brennan's arm again and pushed her towards the exit, calling his thanks back at Justin.

"Looks like Billie did, in fact, drown," Hodgins said, walking across the Jeffersonian with Cam.

They stopped when they reached his workstation and computer. Hodgins pulled up a screen showing two chemical compositions. He pressed another button, and the graphs moved on top of one another, merging together in a perfect match.

"The diatoms found in the lungs, liver, and bone marrow match the diatoms from the samples I collected at the crime scene."

"Nice work, Hodgins," Cam said.

Hodgins held up a Petri dish full of small, translucent shards of glittery plastic. "I also found these embedded in the remains."

"Plastic?" Cam asked.

"Yeah," Hodgins confirmed.

"Why were glittery plastic pieces on the remains?" Cam asked.

"You say glittery like it's an anomaly," Hodgins said.

"It's not?" Cam asked.

"It's Disney World. Everything sparkles down there," Hodgins said. "I have no idea what they're doing on the victim, but I'll try to match the pieces to a specific product."

"Good idea," Cam said. She left Hodgins and headed for the Imaging Unit.

Cam walked in to the Imaging Unit to find Angela and Mr. Nigel-Murray sitting in front of the Angelatron. Angela was showing off pictures she had taken in Disney World. She had a photo of herself and Hodgins dancing at a club on Disney's Boardwalk pulled up on the screen. She minimized that one and pulled up one of a very displeased Brennan getting her face painted at the Studios. Cam chuckled as Angela enlarged the photo.

"She looks thrilled," Cam said sarcastically. "Is that why she had glitter on her face?"

"Yes, and she deserved it," Angela said.

"Did you know that nearly five percent of all photos taken annually in the United States are taken in Disney World?" Mr. Nigel-Murray asked. Angela and Cam shared a look.

"Thank you for that," Angela replied, smiling sweetly. "What's up, Cam?"

"I want to look at these pictures later, but Booth's having Disney beam over a ton of security footage from Friday night's cast member event, and Dr. Brennan's sending over some photos of our suspects. Can you use your mass recognition program and find them in the crowds?" Cam asked.

"Yeah, sure," Angela said, taking her photos off the screen. "I'll see what I can do."

After driving the seventy miles to Tampa, Booth and Brennan found Vince Meyers in a graduate dorm room at the University of South Florida. His single room was silent and well-lit, open textbooks and notebooks spread across the floor. Vince let them in right away, despite their surprise appearance at his door. Booth perched on the back of a desk chair, while Brennan and Vince remained standing.

"Sorry about the mess," he said. "I have a project due soon."

"Sure," Brennan nodded in understanding. "Did you know Billie Bierle?"

"Yeah, she's been my classmate for years," Vince said. "What's the FBI want with a sweet girl like Billie?"

"She's dead," Booth said.

"What?" Vince stuttered. "No…wha…seriously?"

Brennan nodded. "You thought she was sweet, so…you got along?"

"Yeah," Vince said. "We've been friends pretty much since we started undergrad here together. Why?"

"We were led to believe there was a rivalry between you," Brennan said.

"Oh, the Disney thing? No. I mean, I applied, but I had plenty of other opportunities. She wanted Disney more than I did anyway, so no hard feelings there," Vince said. "We've even used each other as references on applications."

"Where were you last Friday night and Saturday morning?" Booth asked.

"Here," Vince said. "Working on my project."

"Got anyone who can corroborate that?" he asked.

Vince pulled out his student ID. "We have to scan our cards to gain access to the building. The university should have a record of it," Vince said. "You can check."

"We will," Booth said, standing to leave.

"According to the University records, Vince returned to his building at 8:32 p.m. on Friday night," Brennan said, flipping through the printed records once they were back in Booth's car. "Hours before the murder."

"And the desk clerk confirmed his early arrival," Booth added as he drove back to Orlando.

"Plus, he did seem genuinely upset about her death," Brennan said. "So what now?"

"Back to the crime scene tomorrow, right?" Booth asked.

"Yeah," Brennan said. "Cam and Hodgins believe Billie was attacked in one of the boats on the ride and then dragged into the water. Did you tell Ron we're coming back?"

"Yeah, he's pretty pissed that his ride is still closed, but…too bad," Booth shrugged. "So do you want to do something fun when we get back to Disney?"

"What'd you have in mind?" Brennan smiled.

Booth climbed into the large red and yellow hot air balloon behind Brennan on the docks of Downtown Disney's West Side. The balloon, decorated with silhouettes of classic Disney characters, was the new Characters in Flight attraction, designed to give guests an aerial view of the Walt Disney World resort. The driver told them and the four other passengers on the balloon to hold on tight. Booth and Brennan faced one another as the tethered balloon lifted off.

"Scared?" Booth asked upon seeing the momentary startled look on her face.

"No!" Brennan smiled. "But I've never been in a hot air balloon before, so I'm not sure what to expect."

"Me neither," he grinned.

When they reached the maximum height of 400 feet, Booth and Brennan gently leaned against the side of the balloon, looking out over the theme parks, the sun setting around them. The driver walked over to them.

"Would you like a picture?" he asked.

"Sure," Booth said.

He pulled a camera out of his pocket, handed it to the balloon driver, and pulled Brennan into a backwards hug. Rather than protesting or unraveling herself from his embrace, she sunk into his arms and smiled. The driver snapped the photo and passed the camera back to them before moving out to the next group. Brennan peered at the screen and smiled slightly.

"That's a good picture of us," she said, leaning back against the railing of the basket.

After they stepped back onto the docks, Booth dragged Brennan over to a store called littlemissmatched. She looked around, confused.

"What are we doing in here?" she asked. "This is for children."

"It's a store full of crazy socks! See," he said, pointing to a sign that proudly declared the products were for everyone ages one to one hundred and one. "Pick some," he said.

"Why?" she asked.

"You always seem to like mine, and you stole a pair of them in the hotel last night!"

Her mouth dropped open at the stealing accusation. "My feet were cold! They were the first pair I found!"

"Yeah, so I'm going to get you some of your own," he grinned.

"These don't even match," she said, picking up a package of socks.

"That's the point!" he said. "It's fun. I'm gonna get something for Parker. Pick whatever you want," he said, heading for the boys' section of the store.

Brennan was browsing the store's selection of socks when her phone rang. She stepped outside, despite Booth's protests, to take the call.

"Brennan," she said.

"Sweetie, it's me. How's Disney?" Angela asked.

"Booth wants to buy me facetious socks. What's going on?" Brennan asked.

"I've been using my mass recognition program for the last couple hours to try and find our suspects and our victim among all the guests in the security footage Disney sent. It ain't easy, let me tell you," Angela said.

"Angela, what did you find?" Brennan asked.

"Her classmate…Vince Meyers…he shows up on Main Street at about 12:17 a.m."

"He checked into his dorm in Tampa at 8:30 Friday evening," Brennan said.

"Well, then, he left because we've got him on camera entering Main Street. I'll send you the specific footage, and I'll try to see if I can find him anywhere else," Angela said.

"Thanks, Ange," Brennan said, ending the call as Booth walked out with bags from the store. She tried to peer in the bags before looking up at him. "What did you get?"

"You'll see," he grinned. "What's up?"

"That was Angela. Vince lied."

As far as I know, all the upcoming Disney stuff I mentioned in this chapter is real. I did a quick search for current projects, so unless the websites I found were wrong, the info is correct. Also, all of Nigel-Murray's Disney facts come from a Google search for "Little known facts about Walt Disney World" so those should be real as well.

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