Here we go with chapter 2! I hope you enjoy it! I do not own Bones, though I wish I did ;)

"Do you think the Zodiac would go after any of us?" Booth asked as he slipped into a chair at the Royal Diner.

"It's possible. He threatened the reporter Paul Avery plenty but never touched him. Although naturally the threats took their toll on him." Sweets hesitated as he sat opposite Booth. "I keep going back to the idea that we're dealing with someone who was trained by him. Now that could really shake things up."

"Well, what do you think?" Brennan asked, taking the seat beside her partner.

Sweets hesitated again before answering. "I think so far there are definitely similarities between the original killer and this one. It would make sense for this to be an apprentice. He would go after someone similar to himself, someone who would pick similar victims and treat the police with the same cocky, self-assured attitude. Perhaps someone with the same past as himself, which I always believed was someone who was mistreated in high school. But it could also be someone who idolized the Zodiac and decided he wanted to be like him. It's too soon to know for sure but either way I'd say this guy is a real wild card. He's capable of anything."

"All right," Booth said. "Everyone be careful on this case. Everyone. I don't want to bury anyone." He didn't say "again". He didn't have to. Silence flitted across the table as Vincent Nigel-Murray entered their thoughts. He looked at Brennan and took her hand in his.

After what seemed like forever, Sweets asked, "How did questioning the victims' families go?"

"Relatively uninteresting," Booth replied, shaking his head. "There might have been some unresolved sibling rivalry between Stephanie and her brother, Dodger. But my gut says he's innocent."

Sweets eyed him thoughtfully. "You still think it's the Zodiac."

"Yeah, I do," Booth replied. "Or a copycat, which is just as bad. I don't think someone made it up to throw us off."

"Although, that is a very likely possibility," Bones interjected.

"It is," Booth agreed. "But I don't believe it."

"It's something to think about though," Sweets said softly, taking a bite out of his burger. "Especially while we just have the two victims that were attacked together. It makes it look like maybe, just maybe, we won't have to deal with a serial killer."

"Dude, you're note-taking during lunch?" Wendell sat beside Arastoo, who was sitting on the front steps of the Jeffersonian, a book covered in sticky notes lying on his lap. "Take a break. We've been at this all day."

Arastoo shrugged and bit into the apple that he was holding in his left hand, staring down at the book. "I want to catch this guy." He finished his apple and slipped the core back into the Wal-Mart bag that contained his lunch.

Wendell was quiet for a moment before replying. "We all do... But we all deserve a break. Working for hours straight can make even the best of us go crazy." He offered him a chocolate chip cookie out of his brown paper bag. "You can have it if you shut the book," he offered with a grin.

Arastoo chuckled, glanced at the younger intern, then shut his book and set it aside. He took the cookie from his friend, broke it in half, and handed him the other half. He bit into it then chewed slowly, thinking over his book. "I was reading on the Zodiac case," he said after he swallowed.

Wendell nodded. "I saw that. Where'd you get the book?"

"Dr. Sweets let me borrow one of his." He leaned back against the step behind him. "Can you believe we're on this case?"

"I know…" Wendell took a bite of the sandwich he had pulled out of the bag. "It feels like we're living history and writing it all at once. How many people get to say that?"

"Not many." Arastoo shook his head. "Not many at all."

Wendell leaned forward, resting an arm on his knee. They were quiet for a minute before he spoke again. "Do you realize this is the second time we were all involved in something this huge historically?"

"You're right. The Tim Murphy case."

"Thank you for that, by the way." Wendell looked at him. "You kept pushing for us to pay attention to that man. I'm glad we did."

Arastoo nodded and gave him a small smile. "Thank you for helping." Wendell nodded and looked back to his food. "It was interesting. Working together."

"Seriously. I'm just glad we got over that time period where we kept clashing," Wendell chuckled. "That was difficult."

"Oh yeah." Arastoo nodded.

"On a not work related subject, how have you been?" He glanced back at Arastoo.

"Good."

Thinking back to that case involving 9/11, Wendell realized how long it had been since that case had happened. It didn't seem like it had been that long. Shaking his head in disbelief, he said, "Can you believe Christine's already turned one? And in just a few months, Michael will be two."

"Not at all." Arastoo chuckled. "I'm still working on the idea that it's already February, 2013."

"You and me both." Turning his attention elsewhere, he pointed across the street. "Hey, look, there's Finn and Michelle."

Arastoo smiled a little. "Did you think they stood a chance when they first started dating? Be honest."

"Nah, man." Wendell shook his head. "They seemed like such an unlikely pair. And I didn't think Dr. Saroyan would ever warm up to the idea."

"She's all right with it now. You know, they do make a pretty good couple."

"They do." Wendell looked back at Arastoo. "What about you? Do you have anyone waiting for you at home?"

Arastoo's thoughts flashed back to Cam. He would have been more than happy to be honest about it and tell his friend but he knew she didn't want to do that just yet. And he respected that so he shook his head and replied, "Not really."

"Really?" Wendell raised his eyebrows, blue eyes revealing how taken aback he was.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "You thought I did?"

"Well, yeah… Most of us did. You've been cheerier recently. It's been getting more and more obvious throughout the past year. We thought it was because of a girl."

Arastoo smiled to himself. "What about you?"

"Yeah." Wendell smiled. "I think so anyway. It's a new thing. I met her in high school actually but we never really hung out. I met up with her again in one of my classes that started last month. I've taken her out a few times. I know it's pretty soon but I think this might just be it for me. Her name's Sarah Beth."

"I hope it works out," he replied with a smile. He looked up as Finn joined them on the steps.

"Hey, man." Wendell looked up. "We were just finishing lunch."

"Yeah, Michelle and I just got back from a Thai place." Finn sat down next to Wendell.

"How is Michelle?" Wendell asked.

"She's good," Finn nodded. "She's a little concerned about Dr. Saroyan and I working till we drop but I reassured her that we could handle it and knew when to relax."

Wendell nodded. "You can't blame her for being worried though. It'd be easy to overwork ourselves with this."

Finn nodded. "This is one heck of a case."

"We were talking about that a few minutes ago," Arastoo agreed. "What do you think about it?"

"If it's a copy cat or an apprentice it's pretty serious," Finn said.

"Those murders were really something," Wendell murmured.

Arastoo nodded, glancing at the book again. "This is not going to be an easy one."

The three fell into silence, each thinking the case over in their minds, wondering why someone had decided to start the killings up again. After a few minutes, Finn spoke. "Are you two feeling more awake yet?"

"Much," Wendell answered. "But when I get home I'm still collapsing on my bed right away. I probably won't even eat."

Arastoo chuckled softly. "I'll probably get a quick dinner in before going to bed. I do feel much better than I did this morning. Though that's probably only because of adrenaline."

Finn nodded. "That's really all any of us are running on at this point." He slowly got to his feet. "I'm going to go get back to work." He disappeared indoors.

Wendell looked at Arastoo. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

Together the two interns made their way back to the lab.

Jack Hodgins walked into his wife's office and gently set the cup of hot chocolate he made her from the break room on her desk. "Angie? Babe, it's late… You ready to call it a night?"

"No, Jack, I'm not." Angela was subconsciously playing with the ends of her hair, a telltale sign that she was upset and deep in thought. "I keep feeling like I'm close to cracking it but nothing is happening. All day it's practically been a game of cat and mouse with this."

"Babe…." He reached her in a few steps and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "You're doing all you can. I know a lot hangs on us solving this but we can do it. We can…" He could feel her relaxing and melting into him. "But we can't do it on no sleep. It's almost 10; we've been here since 2 this morning… It's time to go home and rest. It'll probably be better tomorrow."

Angela nodded a little. "I guess you're right… We really do need to get poor Michael home."

"Exactly…" Hodgins pressed his lips to her neck softly, comfortingly. "We can come to work early tomorrow if you want."

She sighed softly. "Let's just play it by ear…"

He nodded and slowly let her go before taking her hand and kissing it softly. He pulled her to the desk and handed her the cup of hot chocolate. "You drink this, I'll go tell Cam that we're leaving and try to get her to do the same…"

Angela kissed her husband quickly, giving him a soft smile. "Thank you, Jack. I'm a lucky girl."

He smiled and brushed some of her hair behind her ear. "Luck has nothing to do with it, baby. There's no one else out there for me. That's the simple truth." He planted a quick kiss on her lips before slipping out of the office.

"Cam," he said as he strode into her office. "Angie and I are taking off."

She nodded. "All right."

"You should do the same."

Cam nodded slowly and got up. "I know. Michelle was going to come over tonight for a movie. She's waiting up for me. I just keep thinking I'm going to find something."

"We're going to find something. I know it. You know what else I'm sure of? This guy is some new Zodiac. I've read up on the Zodiac, I've researched it. I know this case. Arthur Leigh Allen was the guy. Obviously, this is not Allen since he died in 1992. So I'm sure about this. I don't think someone's using it to distract us. I just don't buy it. And you know what the best part is?" He gave her a grin. "We're going to solve this case. And we're going down in history for it."

She chuckled and shook her head. "Goodnight, Dr. Hodgins. Tell Michael hi and tell Angela to get some rest."

"I will, Cam. Tell Michelle we said hey." Hodgins left her office as Michelle entered it, holding a brown paper bag. Speak of the devil.

"Michelle, what are you doing here?" Cam asked in surprise.

"I'm taking you home. Big case, I know, Finn already filled me in. But you need rest or you will be no good and cranky tomorrow. We both know you need your sleep." She smiled at her and offered her the bag. "I brought you a doughnut. Jelly filled, your favorite. I saw Finn first and already gave him his doughnut bribe. It's your turn. We're gonna go home and watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days until you start falling asleep on the couch then we're going to go to bed. And in the morning, you, me, and Finn are going out to breakfast because I have a morning class and you two have your case."

Cam smiled. "You've got this all thought out."

"Yes, I do. So do we have a plan? I really don't want to have to blackmail you into taking care of yourself." Michelle gave her a playful smile as she spoke.

"All right, it's a plan. I'll finish up here and we'll head home. Where are we meeting Finn tomorrow?"

"The diner. Where else?" She grinned. "I'll meet you outside." As she left, Cam smiled to herself and got ready to leave for the night.

I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! Next chapter we'll have some B/B!