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A half an hour later, Booth was on his way back to the Jeffersonian with information on the murder and two bacon and cheese subs for lunch with Brennan. It was fair to say that she had been acting unlike herself all morning, nothing someone who didn't know her could detect, but to Booth, who felt he'd gotten to know her very well, she seemed out of character. He thought about how their relationship – their working relationship – had grown over the time they'd known each other. As partners, they were forced to become close friends, but Booth really cared for Brennan in a way that went beyond the call of duty.
Despite the fact that he had always found Sully a decent guy, Booth had found it… irritating that he had attached himself to Brennan. He thought over Sully's accusation that he was, in fact, attracted to Brennan; he hadn't denied it at first, maybe because on some level it was true. She was beautiful and intelligent, and together they made a great team, but he'd decided that it was best that personal and professional lives shouldn't collide; a decision made after Cam's incident. Still, it didn't mean he had to like Sully, or approve of his relationship with Bones.
He pulled into the Jeffersonian and entered the building, always awed by its grand, modern design. Inside, it was pretty much deserted, completely silent. Of course, it was a Saturday. Booth had never understood how Brennan was happy to work so independently and he certainly couldn't understand why she seemed to prefer to work alone.
He walked past the corpse on the table and through to Bones' office where she sat, staring at her phone. "Hey."
Her head snapped up, and then relaxed when she saw it was only him. "Hey."
"Lunch?" He held up her sub and placed it on her desk, sitting in the chair opposite.
"Thanks." She smiled, happy to take a huge bite of the much needed nourishment. "So what did guy number five say?"
"We have a match. Cards matching the emblem on the back of our card were sold by him, to a guy named Jack Brithe. Supposedly, he's a high-roller in Vegas, worth a fair share of cash." Booth told her, biting into his over-sized sub.
"Jack? Wasn't the card a jack of hearts?" Brennan thought aloud.
"Yep." Booth smiled, he liked it when cases began to come together. "Oh, I bought you these." He placed a wad of 'missing persons' reports on her desk. "They go back six weeks."
"Great." She put down her sandwich and flicked through the papers. She singled out the men, and then the men matching her corpse's height and finally age. This left one. She lifted it up for Booth to see.
"Tony Garcia. Married, no kids. We have a contact number and address. Let's go." Booth took the report off her and they headed out of the office in search of Mrs. Garcia.