A/N: Here it is, the long awaited for second chapter of 'Little Red Riding Hood'. It's not very long, but do you want long or do you want an update??

Thanks to Goldy for beta'ing.

Booth followed Brennan into the Legal-Labs late the following afternoon. Compared to Brennan's sharp outfit, Booth felt ruffled and underdressed. Returning to the Jeffersonian was the last thing he wanted to do, but he knew that as long as the Black Bacarra was being waved in front of him, he couldn't stop. Booth let out a heavy sigh as Brennan continued to talk. "Angela's been searching for missing persons who match the girl in the picture. Hodgins has been trying to pull off anything from the roses."

"And you haven't tracked down that name?" Booth asked. "What's his name? Rodney James?"

"He doesn't seem to exist," Brennan tossed over her shoulder as she opened the door to her office. With a smooth motion, she flipped on the lights, dropped her bag and went on to her desk. "Here's the picture," she said, picking up the photo and looking at it. She then held it out to Booth, who accepted it as he dropped into a chair.

"Pretty girl," he commented, searching the wooded background.

"Do you think this Rodney James person connects with Vancuvor and Lonnie Castor in any way?"

Booth nodded. "Has too," he answered. "It's the damn Black Bacarra. Where does it fit in?" He tossed the picture onto Brennan's desk, and then folded his hands behind his head. "This whole thing just makes no sense whatsoever."

Brennan mirrored his position. "Maybe we're just not looking at it the right way."

"And how do you suggest we look at it? Standing on our heads?"

"Hey, don't get snappy at me," Brennan said. "All I'm saying is that how we're going about solving this case isn't working. Maybe we should try something new."

"Like?" Brennan screwed up her mouth in thought, and they both fell into a silence.

"Maybe this has nothing to do with you," Brennan finally said, drawing Booth's eyes to her.

"Care to explain? Since I know both Vancuvor and Castor." Booth waited, but when Brennan did not go on, he stood--stretching his arms above his head and let out a loud yawn. "Listen, it's late and we've been on a plane most of the day. How about we call it a night?"

"But we just got here," Brennan protested.

"Yeah, and my mind is like mashed potatoes. I need some sleep."

"What about the picture?"

"I don't know," he answered with a shrug. "Why don't you have Angela deconstruct it in the morning? Then maybe Hodgins can do his thing and identify some of the trees and plants. Could be that a hint to her location hidden somewhere. You know, like a plant that only grows in certain areas."

"I guess that makes sense," Brennan said, glancing down at the picture.

"Good, because I'm out of ideas right now." Booth turned from her and headed toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good," she began, but he was already out the door.

XxXxX

"So, Booth came back with you after all," Angela inquired as she carefully scanned the picture into her computer.

"He didn't seem too happy about it," Brennan answered from across the artist's desk.

"Still, he came back." Angela pulled the image up on her computer and then placed a grid over it and labeled the different sections. "Why am I doing this again?"

"Because it's easier to study one segment at a time." Brennan stood from her chair and walked around the table to peer over Angela's shoulder. "We thought that if we spilt it up then between your eye for details and Hodgins knack for spotting species of plants, then maybe we'll get a clue as to where this picture was taken." Angela nodded her understanding.

"Well, in that case, give me a few hours to look this over and I'll send each piece to Hodgins as I finish."

"Great," Brennan said, standing up straight. "I'll go try calling Booth again and give him an update."

"What do you mean again?" Angela asked, stopping Brennan on her way out.

"I've been calling him all morning and he hasn't answered."

"Oh really?" Brennan shrugged and continued out of the office.

"Booth, it's Brennan, just wanted to let you know our findings." With a sigh, she hung up the phone. She knew that he was ignoring her. Not that she really blamed him. He didn't want to come back and she did sort of convince him.

"Why the long face?" Booth asked walking into the anthropologist's office.

"Booth, where have you been?" Brennan asked, a little sharper then she meant.

"I've been stuck all morning in a meeting with Cullen," the agent answered, flopping down into an empty chair. "Seems that boss man wanted a detailed update."

"Oh," Brennan replied, her cheeks shading red slightly.

"I got your messages," Booth went on. "Was Angela able to find anything?"

"Yes, Angela was," the artist in question answered from the open door.

"I knew you could," Booth said, flashing a wide smile. "Lay it on us."

Angela sauntered into the office and handed Booth and Brennan each a sheet of paper. "Check out the upper left corner." Booth pulled the paper close to his nose and then pushed it away.

"What am I looking at?" Brennan finally asked.

"Right here," Angela reached over with a slender finger and pointed out a small basket.

"Ah," the agent said. "A tisket and tasket…"

"Somebody lost their pretty basket," Angela finished. "I'm afraid that's all I've got. Hodgins is looking over the picture as we speak."

"Thanks, Angela," Brennan said, earning her a smile. The artist then patted Booth on the back, mumbled something to him and then left the office.

"So we have a kidnapped girl and a lost basket," Booth pondered aloud. "Doesn't give us much to go on, does it?"

Brennan dropped her copy of the picture to her desk and then sat back in her chair. "Could be a clue," she said.

"Yeah, or it could be two love sick teenagers making out behind the bushes. Truth is, we're still no closer."

"Then maybe this will help," Hodgins suggested stepping into the office. "The main trees in the background are Alnus rubra or Red Alder."

"And this helps us why?" Booth asked, looking over his shoulder.

"It helps because the Red Alder only grows in the western North America, from southeast Alaska south to central coastal California. They also grow close to the ocean line or lakes. They're known as the King of the Water in Wicca."

"Great," Booth said with a roll of his eyes. "Just what we need, witches."

Now if you've read the first 2...you knew something like witches was coming.

More to come soon (i hope)...