Brennan walked onto the platform the next morning, the bones were clean. She put her gloves on and started inspecting them. Teeth marks were everywhere, but the skull had less. The cannibal had stopped after eating part of the face. When Booth arrived he'd probably come up with an explanation, things like this weren't her specialty.

Hodgins walked through the doors, Angela behind him. Hodgins looked rather excited, probably because of the particulates they found yesterday. Angela, however, had the same look she always did when coming to work. A mixture of dread and happiness. "Ange!" Brennan called.

Angela looked up at the platform. "Yes?"

"The bones are clean. You can do a facial reconstruction now." Brennan replied.

Angela's face was just a little bit more dread as she swiped her card and walked up the stairs. "Finally! It would have been nice to have it done yesterday, but I guess this will have to do." She grabbed the skull and looked at it carefully. "I'll have to draw this one, too many," -she paused- "Bite marks."

She was about to leave the platform when two men in suits entered the building. They were both Caucasian, but one looked like he was the size of Sasquatch. He had hair long for a male, but they were both well muscled. Together they walked up to the platform. "We're here to see the body eaten by a cannibal."

"And, who are you?" Brennan and Angela asked. Angela put her hands on her hips, and Brennan was ready to protect the bones.

The one of normal height sighed. "Agents Angus and Young," they both showed FBI badges. "Now let us see the bones."

Brennan looked like she might break their wrists just for mentioning it. "I'm not letting you near my bones."

Angela broke in. "Sorry about this, she can be very particular about her bones." She was about to admit them access to the platform when she realized something. "Wait, your FBI?"

The men seemed a bit confused. "Yes, we did. Is there a problem with that?"

Brennan took off a glove and pulled out her phone. Dialing a number she put it to her ear. "Hey Booth. There are two FBI agents here." There was barely a second of pause before he said he'd come and hung up. Putting away her phone she nodded slightly to Angela.

"What's going on?" Sasquatch asked as the short-haired put his hand by his waist.

"Why is the FBI interested in a bunch of bones that haven't been examined yet?" Angela asked.

"Bones? What do you mean bones? Isn't there a body?"

Brennan sighed. "Not anymore. We got all the evidence from the left over flesh we needed, then cleaned the bones. Clean bones are much easier to examine."

"Great!" the short-haired one said sarcastically, he through his arms in the air. This action moved his suit jacket up, briefly showing a pistol.

Angela didn't notice, but Dr. Brennan did. She quickly went to the steps. "Don't let them to the bones," she whispered in Angela's ear before heading for her office.

"Wait, what?" Angela wasn't sure how she could fight two full grown and well muscled men. "Um, why do you need to see the bones?" she did her best to stall.

"We're the FBI, and we want to catch the cannibal."

Angela was about to reply when Brennan returned. "If your really FBI, then why didn't we know you were coming?"

The two looked confused. "So, what? We have to call before we go anywhere now?" Sasquatch asked.

"No, no." Brennan answered. "But someone would tell us if you were coming," quickly she pointed a gun at them. "Who are you?"

"Sweetie!" Angela gasped. "I thought Booth said you got rid of your gun!"

"I lied to him," Brennan said simply. "Now," she put her focus back on the men. "Who are you? And why do you want my bones?"

The men put their hands up, surprised. "We told you, we're agents Angus and Young! And we might be able to solve this case if we see the bones." Sasquatch replied somewhat calmly. Then he whispered something to the short-haired one.

"What was that?" Booth's voice rang behind them as they heard another gun cocking.

"Crap," the short one muttered as he turned around.