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Chapter Five: Prozvonit

Prozvonit: Czech – This word means to call a mobile phone and let it ring once so that the other person will call back, saving the first caller money. In Spanish, the phrase for this is "Dar un toque," or, "To give a touch."

The Squint Squad was gathered at the platform pouring over yet another set of remains. They were deep into the investigation of a serial killer who targeted women in positions of power. Vibrant women at the top of their fields: the president of one of the largest non-profits in Boston, the CFO of a Fortune 500 company in New York, a tenured professor in Philadelphia, and a neurosurgeon from Baltimore. The team was currently looking at the fourth body in connection with their gruesome case. It seemed like only a matter of time before the ruthless killer would hit DC and choose his next target. The team was doing everything in their power to make sure that there was no next victim.

The seriousness of the investigation and the resourcefulness of their killer had heightened anxiety in the entire staff. Cam had ordered extra security for the lab, Hodgins had been threatening to hire a body-guard for Angela and this morning was a rare time when Booth wasn't at the Jeffersonian keeping an eye on his trouble-loving partner.

The Jeffersonian members of the team were shared information that they had gathered on their fourth victim. Hodgins was attempting to cross-reference particulates and try and find anything in common between all four victims. Angela was running analyses on any connection that could be found between the victims according to searchable records. Arastoo was cataloging bone injuries on the skeleton while Brennan analyzed the skull and the fracture pattern that had been found at its base.

Brennan's cellphone rang once and the lab members looked up from their various pursuits at the noise. The phone did not ring a second time and Brennan turned back to her remains. Angela looked at her friend. "Aren't you going to see who that was?"

"No. Did you have the results from your analysis yet?"

Angela raised an eyebrow, but let this unusual occurrence slide. "Twenty minutes, thirty tops."

Brennan nodded as she snapped off her gloves. "Very good, I'll be in my office if anyone needs me."

Twenty-seven minutes later, Angela was halfway through a report that the New York and Philadelphia victims had been in the same sorority but three years apart, and that the neurosurgeon had been a major contributor at one time to the Boston victim's charity. They were tenuous connections, but it was a jumping off point. Angela was about to explain her next steps when Brennan's cell rang again. Once again, the phone rang only a single time, and then fell silent. And once again, Brennan ignored the call. Angela set her tablet down and faced the scientist.

"Sweetie, that is the second time today that someone has called you and hung up."

"The fourth actually, you were not present for the other calls."

"You aren't worried?"

"No, and you shouldn't worry either. It is none of your concern."

Angela scoffed, "Of course it is my concern. We are dealing with a conniving serial killer, and you are just his type. I'm not standing by and letting something happen to you."

Brennan looked pointedly at the artist. "Angela, I can take care of myself. Please, don't worry about me."

Angela sighed, "Fine, fine. But promise me that you will tell Booth if it happens again. The thought of someone stalking you really creeps me out. I don't like it when you are in danger. I have goosebumps just thinking about it."

Brennan nodded and turned back to her computer monitor and Angela took that as her excuse to go. Angela stared at her friend for a few long moments before exiting the room, the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach would just not go away on demand.

Sweets swung by the lab to discuss the case and share the profile that he had modified upon the discovery of the latest victim and the data that the team had collected. He knocked on Brennan's office door, intending to say hello. Her phone rang once just as he entered into the office. She greeted him warmly and ignored the phone which had stopped ringing just as suddenly as it had started.

Sweets squinted at the phone, and a look of concern passed over his face. "Dr. Brennan, I don't mean to pry, but is someone still calling you and hanging up on you?"

Brennan ignored the question and tried to focus the psychologist on the current case. He would not be distracted.

"Dr. Brennan, I'm concerned. Yesterday, at lunch your phone rang three times and you ignored it. You told me that you get calls like that all of the time. But that's never been the case until recently. I'm very concerned."

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Sweets, but it is nothing to worry about."

Sweets' face did not lose it's concerned expression, and his brow wrinkled even further. "Did you talk to Agent Booth about this yet? He does work for the FBI, he can trace those calls."

Brennan raised an eyebrow. "Don't you also work for the FBI, Sweets?"

Sweets blushed and stammered, "I do, but that is really... umm... well, it's a Booth kind of thing. Really, Dr. Brennan, you should tell him. He would want to know."

Brennan nodded, "I appreciate the advice. Now did you have something of value to contribute to our case?

Sweets sighed and opened the file.

It was the end of what most people would consider a long day, and Brennan was just about to order dinner and get back to her exploration of the bodies. She figured that she could work another three or four hours before she would need to consider sleeping. Her plans were interrupted by her partner bringing in a box of take-out.

"Hey, Bones. I brought food. I figured you hadn't eaten yet."

"No, I was just about to order something, but this is better. Thank you, Booth."

"Anytime, Bones, anytime."

The duo settled onto the couch and began sharing their meal, catching each other up on their day and the case. Booth had just tossed his partner a fortune cookie, when she changed the subject.

"Booth, you need to stop calling me and hanging up after one ring. You are scaring Angela and Sweets. They think that I have a stalker. They are very concerned for my safety."

Booth chuckled as he pressed his lips to her lips. "I'm sorry that I scared Angela, you could have told her that it was me calling you. No need to worry her. Or Sweets."

Brennan returned the kiss with one of her own. "You really want me to tell them that you and I have entered into a mutually satisfying sexual relationship, and that in your efforts to waste my valuable time, you have been calling me every time that you miss me?"

Booth once again pecked at her lips, "I can't help it that I miss you. We barely saw each other today. And I didn't get to have lunch with you yesterday, I've been going through Bones withdrawal."

Brennan corrected him. "We spent a significant amount of time together in bed this morning." Booth grinned at the memory.

"Look, Bones, I know that you wanted to wait to tell them all that we are together until after we have closed the case, but I can't help it. I don't want to hold it in anymore. I love you and you love me and I just want to tell the whole world. And when we are apart, I miss you and just want you to know that I am thinking about you."

"Yes, you just try to distract me by calling me every fifteen minutes."

Booth smiled his most charming smile aimed at his partner, "I'm just trying to bring a little bit of romance into your life. And, I know eventually you will call me back, and I'll get the chance to tell you that I miss you and I love you."

Brennan huffed a bit, but still closed the gap between them once more. "I did miss you today, you know. I liked knowing that you cared, even if it did unsettle our friends and even if it did distract me from the case. I think I would like you to continue to call me when you miss me." Booth attempted to respond, but was stopped by his partner who was giving him a shy smile. "It's getting late. Would you like to continue this discussion elsewhere?"

Booth nodded as he stole one last kiss, "Sure thing, Temperance. My place or yours?"