Forgive me. I did not put too much thought into this chapter while writing it. I don't know how I'm going to finish it all. Luckily, I put a lot of thought into the chapter last night. It was all I could think about.

Disclaimer- If I owned Bones, I'd be off to London to shoot the next 2 hour long episode that will open the 4th season. I would not be writing this fanfic. Also, if I owned Bones, people would faint at the quality of my fanfics. They would be brilliant…unlike the poor excuses for fanfics that I write now, like this one.

Another Disclaimer- I must point out to you that I do own Sandy Smithers, Dr. Calder, Dr. Donovont, Melissa Chase/the grad student, and Jonathan Brady.

Author Says- Enjoy? Perhaps…

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Zack Addy marched down to his cubicle. It was 10:13 which meant that in just two minutes, he would be wishing that he was anywhere but in the mental facility watching everyone but him get a visitor.

Sandy Smithers jogged in right on schedule, wearing a slimming purple dress that was dangerously low.

"Do you like my dress Zach?"

"Excuse m...me?" spluttered Zach.

"I said," Sandy batted her mascara covered lashes at the young genius, "Do you like my dress?"

Dr. Addy swallowed, "It's very…flattering, Miss Smithers."

Sandy Smithers snorted and took a seat in the chair across from Jonathan Brady. The two began to chat about trivial things such as the presidential campaign and taxes. It wasn't as if Mr. Brady would get a chance to vote any time soon.

Zack took his new possession in his hands, a Rubik's cube given to him by Dr. Calder. At least she tried to be nice...sometimes. He twisted the puzzle left, then right, then right again. He almost had it...about five more spins would complete it…

"Dr. Addy!" a gruff voice called, "You got a visitor!"

Zach barely looked up. As the figure approached, Zach did not acknowledge their presence. He was absorbed into his box-shaped puzzle.

"Hey, Zach," Sandy Smithers giggled as she fiddled with the shirt line on her overbearing dress, "You never told me you had a girlfriend! A pretty one at that."

Zach peeked up at the face of his visitor.

"Dr. Brennan!" he dropped his puzzle on the floor of the cubicle.

Temperance Brennan looked down at the panicked face of young Dr. Addy and smiled in spite of herself.

"Hello, Zach."

The young man picked up his cube and bit his lip, unable to speak in utter shock.

"What's that?"

"W...what?"

"What are you holding?" Dr. Brennan asked, pointing to the colorful cube in Zach's hands.

This broke the ice, slightly.

"It's a Rubik's cube. The point is to align all the colors on each side to be the same. I am almost finished," he twisted it a few times until it was complete, "There."

"I think I had one of those when I was younger. My fastest time was 12 minutes," the anthropologist bragged, lightly.

"I can memorize every turn that I make on the cube, as I did when…being taken to Gormagon's house," he paused and sighed, "My fastest time is 8 minutes. It's not significantly faster than your time," he added, trying hard not to boast.

"I always knew you were brilliant, Zach," she murmured.

The two left it at that for about 20 minutes. They sat in silence. No conversation was required.

Bones analyzed Zach Addy. She wasn't great at reading people, but she could tell that her former student was deeply distressed. He was grimacing, and he would not turn his eyes to her for even a glance. She misconstrued his downcast face, though, thinking he felt betrayed or angry at her for "turning him in," so to speak.

In reality, Zach was willing himself, begging the painful tears to remain unseen.

A call from a guard signaled the visitors that they only had 10 more mintues with their loved ones.

"Zach?" Temperance tried at last.

"Yes?"

Zach tried to swallow the 'Dr. Brennan' that usually followed this single word. It brought back too much pain to say the phrase that constantly echoed through the lab during an investigation.

Brennan ignored his struggle, "I have something to tell you."

Dr. Addy nodded, urging her on.

"Take a look at this."

She presented him with the box of bones and he examined them through the screen that separated him from his mentor.

"What can you tell me about these bones?" she quizzed.

Zach immediately registered what she was saying and switched gears, from "insane" Zach to the Zach that she loved and remembered.

"It's a set of Caucasian, female phalanges, age ranging from 20 to 22 years. They were removed from the right hand by a large kitchen blade. It appears that they were completely soaked in bleach to remove all fingerprints and blood traces. Whoever did the job was extremely professional about it."

The older forensic anthropologist bit her lower lip and grinned. He was still the same Zach. Still her brightest student.

"But…Dr. Brennan?" he started, "I don't see how this is…relevant to me."

Brennan's face was grave in a flash, "Examine them closer."

Zach pushed his face closer to the screen. He let a small yelp of recognition escape his lips. "Oh no…"

Sandy Smithers looked over at Zach and then ran out of the room with a squeal, after seeing the contents of the box.

"There are…small indentations…" Dr. Addy strained, "…which appear to be…bite marks."

"And they are," Dr. Brennan reassured him, thinking he was doubtful because of the pauses in between his words, "Do you know who the bite marks belong to Zach?"

Zach twisted his head away from her anxious glare. His suddenly felt the urge to gag.

"Times up!" the guard bellowed.

By now all of the visitors had left except for Temperance Brennan.

"I'm with the F.B.I. and I need Dr. Addy's assistance on something. It is pertinent to the case," Temperance contradicted holding up a badge that most definitely belonged to a certain agent that happened to work with her, "I can stay as long as I need to."

The guard just grunted in disgust and herded all of the patients back to their rooms. He did not look back at them.

All of a sudden Bones grabbed onto the screen separating them and pleaded with the younger doctor, her big crystal blue eyes sparkling with desperation.

"I must know Zack. Was it Gormagon?"

"No," he answered truthfully, "The teeth marks were not made from a set of canines."

Dr. Brennan glared at him, not knowing whether to believe him or not.

"I promise you, Dr. Brennan," Zach assured, sensing her uncertainty.

"Then who made the marks? Was it…was it you?"

"No," stated the young forensic anthropologist, aghast that she would even suggest that.

In the pause that followed, Zach decided to change the direction of the conversation.

"Is Agent Booth here?"

Dr. Brennan sighed, "Yes, Zach, he is in the car, but that doesn't answer my question," she was on the brink of losing it.

"Your question?"

"Yes, Zach! My question!"

Zach covered his face up in his outstretched hands and let out a long moan.

Dr. Brennan took to whispering, "Was there anyone else?" her voice could barely be heard now, "Was there another apprentice?"

"I can't tell you that," Zach muttered into his hands.

"Why not, Zach?" she whispered harshly, "There's nothing for you to lose anymore. Just tell me."

Zach cleared his throat and looked up at her with the most incredibly frightened expression that she had ever witnessed him make.

"Yes," he rasped. His voice sounded incredibly hollow.

Dr. Brennan exhaled and he continued.

"Yes, there was somebody else. Somebody more dangerous than Gormagon himself"

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Plus…I brought Zach a visitor!

But heck, even if you didn't want Zach to get a visitor, I still would've given him one.

Thanks!