On the platform in the lab, Brennan was so engrossed in her thoughts that she picked up little information from the skeleton sitting before her eyes. Cam, who usually hummed while working, tended quietly to the paperwork for both skeletons behind her. The silence was so frightening; she expected another shatter or crack to echo through the room like it did right before a bullet killed an intern.

"Anything?" Cam asked, without looking up from the papers. Besides a photo, she had nothing to positively identify the body to be Matheson. She had no idea that Yale was still alive and had met with Booth.

Brennan raised her head from the skeleton. "There are cervical fractures on both skeletons, the first more so than the second."

Cam pulled the list of people on Booth's team. " Well, this first one is Galston. He was 25 with five years in the army. It looks like the killer had to break their necks in order to kill them. That's military, special ops military training, right there. And if," she pointed to the second skeletal remains, located behind Brennan, " this is Matheson, who apparently was lighter than Galston, It explains the deeper fractures on Galston's remains. The killer would have to put more pressure on Galston, since he was bigger than Matheson. It was like the killer kept hit hitting his chin based on that mark that I can see," She pointed to small bruising on the bone of the chins, " while he broke their necks. Plus what we found on cause of death, both men were killed about three weeks ago."

"Why wait so long? Also, how could you carry two skeletons around without drawing attention to himself? I found no evidence of these skeletons being buried."

"I have absolutely no idea."

Brennan straightened up when she saw Booth and Sweets leave the office in the corner of her eye. Cam watched her carefully before suggesting, "Go talk to him."

"I'm not so sure," she answered, pulling off her gloves and placing her hands onto the table. "I love him so much, but I'm frightened that I'll find more about Booth that'll destroy our marriage."

"Well, Dr. Brennan, that's marriage. You both have been through worse, much worse."

"I know, but…..you seemed angry with Booth when you came up here to help me. What are you going to do?"

"Well, it's different for me versus you. I'm a friend and you're his wife. I'm allowed to be angry and not speak to him for a few days before getting over it and going out to get a beer. You…I don't see Seeley without you. Go talk to him."

"I'll do that," Brennan said as she pulled off her gloves, "My marriage is becoming a distraction from my work at the moment, anyway. I haven't found more than what I've told within the past forty minutes." She stepped off the platform and dialed Booth's number. After two rings, it went straight to voicemail.

She sighed and placed her phone in her pocket. He's ignoring me.

Five miles away from the lab, Booth pulled his vehicle to a halt in a small neighborhood where Yale lived. After forty minutes of silent planning, he along with Sweets decided that it would be best to get Yale into some form of protective custody. He was a stubborn man just like Booth, so the agent prepared himself for a bit of a fight.

He stepped out of the vehicle at the same time that Sweets, who was speaking to someone on his phone, got out of the car. The young psychologist placed a hand on the roof of the car as he said, "Yeah….yes…..thanks Chris, I really appreciate this…I will. Bye."

"Who was that?" Booth asked. He walked towards Yale's townhouse, the largest one on the block.

"I have a friend over at the Pentagon that's looking up any super secret information on Delta-Fly. So far he found a CNN reporter listed to be in the vicinity at the same time that you guys raided the school. My guy is trying to get a hold of her as we speak."

"Why are you trying to contact her?"

"I think someone saw what you guys did and didn't take lightly to it. It may also be someone high up in the Pentagon, but we needed to start small before we take down the big guys." Booth instantly felt a ping of guilt at Sweets' tired eyes; it was a look of someone who had lost everything.

"You sure you up for this?" Booth asked him softly, hoping not to offend Sweets. The psychologist muttered, "I'm fine," before starting up the stairs to Yale's apartment. His tone was much angrier than it had been before. Sweets rapped his knuckles against Yale's door and called, "Private Yale? This is the FBI! Open up!"

We should have called. Booth approached the door and yelled, "Yale! It's me, Booth! Open up!"

No response made both men tense up. Any other day would have been understandable, but not today.

Booth pulled out his firearm and stepped in front of Sweets. His eyes darted back to Sweets, who was holding his firearm close to his chest. For the first time in almost a year, Booth was happy that the young man was certified to carry a weapon.

Booth turned the knob of the front door and found it to be unlocked. He pushed it open with his foot and stepped into the townhouse. The foyer and living room were nearly empty, reminding Booth of Yale's heightened paranoia. Nothing seemed out of place or missing and there was not a sound in the town house.

"I'll look in the kitchen," Sweets whispered. He walked into the small white kitchen before calling back, "Agent Booth, I found him." At the sight of the psychologist holstering his firearm, Booth instantly understood- Yale was dead.

Booth stepped into the kitchen where Sweets stood with a gaze fixed on Yale. The private lay on his back with what appeared to be a broken neck, just like the other two bodies. The barely audible music from the earphones still in Yale's ears showed that whenever this had happened, it had been done recently and Yale had not seen it coming.

"I'll call the lab techs," Booth stated. He turned, half expecting to see Sweets in some form of shock, but found the man staring, eyes locked on Yale. " Sweets, maybe you should head back to the lab….get some sleep-"

"I'm alright, Agent Booth." Sweets' phone rang and he promptly answered it while stepping out of the room. Before Booth could even kneel to start examining the body, Sweets reentered the room with an excited look in his eyes. "My guy at the Pentagon just found something big! We need to get back to the lab ASAP!"

"You can go. I'll stay on the scene for awhile-"

"Two things about that, Agent Booth. One- you are the only name left on a hit list so you need to be with someone at all times and two- you need to be there. He was able to find that CNN reporter and she wants to skype us at the lab. She thinks she knows who the killer is."