Hello Readers! Did everyone check out last night's Bones episode? I was rather pleased with it. Though, I am not so pleased with the spoilers that I've recently been reading.

On a happier note, I've started a new fanfic. The History of Zach Addy is a series of drabbles focused on…none other than Dr. Zachary Uriah Addy. Only one chapter is up so far, but there will be more to come. It's just a side project, so don't worry, I'll still be updating 'Journey.'

Finally, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Fynhavir Leveque, who has been reviewing this story since the beginning. I apologize for not replying to your review, Fynhavir. I hope this makes up for it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.

Enjoy!

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Everyone turned to see Hodgins fling open the door. "Guys," he shook his head, disbelievingly, fear evident in his tone, "I can't find her."

Booth's brow furrowed, "What do you mean? Can't find who?"

"Angela," Jack spoke in a low voice, "She's gone

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"Gone?" Brennan questioned in alarm.

Zach's body began to shake, his body convulsing under the FBI agent's hand. He felt his stomach twist and found it hard to concentrate on breathing. Booth stared at Zach for a moment, before lifting his hand from him.

"What's wrong with him?" Cam gasped, her question directed at Brennan.

"It would appear he's going into shock…much like when the explosion went off," her face creased at this horrible memory, as she watched her old student jerk uncontrollably.

Hodgins, while concerned for his best friend, wouldn't have any of this, "I found this on her office floor," he raised his tone and drew everyone's attention back to himself, "It's Angela's cell phone. 991 was dialed in, but the 'send' button was never pressed. Papers were strewn all over the floor," Jack sniffled, helplessly, "I thought…I left her alone, and I went to get her bag because she asked for it. I'm such an idiot."

Zach snapped out of his trance-like state and struggled to stand up, his head spinning. Once again, Seeley's hands were gripping his shoulders.

"Let go of me!" Zach yelled, staggering as he tried to pull away. The same horror as before filled his voice, "Let go of me! He'll kill her! He'll kill her!"

Sweets watched the frightening display. He couldn't tell if Booth did it because he knew Zach was telling the truth or if the former sniper was just as scared as he was, but Booth released the young man's shoulders.

As soon as Zach was free, he dragged his feet across the parking lot, stumbling as quickly as he could. He set his course for the place where his master had let him out of the stolen car. Please, let him still be there, Zach pleaded with fate.

Unfortunately, the car was no longer in the same spot. Zach crumbled along the side of the road in anguish. His suicide mission had failed, and now Angela was paying the ultimate price. Just as he was about lie down and sob like the coward felt like, something struck him in the side. The pain didn't come, at first. He heard a feminine whimper, far away, and the sound of a slamming car door. Then, the terrible ache settled in, and the world turned dark once more.

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Three of the five remaining members of the crime solving team stood in silence.

"Do you think…it's time to involve the FBI?" Sweets asked the partners, hesitantly

"No!" they responded in unison, before turning to look at each other.

"I thought you'd…say yes," Brennan furrowed her brow, incredulously, at the agent.

"I knew you'd say no," Booth pointed out, as if it were obvious. The woman shrugged her shoulders and accepted his answer.

Sweets rolled his eyes. Normally, Booth's honest reply would have amused him, but this was a serious force they were dealing with. "Why not?" he questioned them, "It's obviously out of our hands."

"That's exactly what the apprentice is looking for," Booth frowned, "An excuse to kill them."

"He doesn't need an excuse to kill them," the younger man retorted.

"You're a psychologist, Sweets. You of all people should know what I mean."

Lance took a deep breath, "In normal circumstances, I would agree with you Agent Booth, but this situation is anything but normal. The apprentice isn't playing by the rules. He's making them up as he goes. He's not the kind of serial killer that I can see killing when he's in trouble. He kills because he takes enjoyment in it. That would explain why he was working for Gormagon in the first place."

"Shut up, Sweets," Booth growled, "If Bones doesn't think we should involve the FBI, then we sure as hell won't. I'm on her side with this one."

"Fine," the psychologist took a step back, hands up in surrender, "It was an honest question."

Seeley turned to his partner. "What's the game plan now?" he asked her, running his fingers through his short hair.

"I think we should go back," Brennan took a look at him, eyes filled with determination, "I think we should go back to the Oakland Mental Facility."

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The first thing he saw was her sparkling brown eyes staring into his. His mind fought through the haze, recognizing the face peering over him. "Angela," his voice came out as a quiet pant.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up. Sweetie, I was so worried. There was so much blood."

"Angela?" Zach's groggy voice was tainted with confusion, "Angela? What happened?"

The artist sighed, "He hit you," her smooth fingers brushed over his blood stained forehead, "With the car."

Immediately, though she had not confirmed the man she was speaking of, he knew.

"The car wasn't going very fast. But it still did some damage. You might have a broken rib," Angela's fingers moved down from his brow and grazed his side. Zach winced. "Then, you fell and skinned your forehead on the asphalt. It doesn't really look so bad. He allowed me to wash it out. I was worried…it would get infected."

"I'm probably going to have some significant brain damage, when this whole experience is over," he spoke in a somewhat lighter tone. She chuckled, silently.

"It's a wonder that you're not in a coma," Angela mused, quietly, stroking the young anthropologist's hair, "No. Scratch that. It's a wonder that you aren't dead."

"I should be dead."

Her curls shook, "Don't say that. You've escaped death on multiple occasions, already. That must mean something."

"I'm tired of escaping death," he spoke softly, "I'm tired of running. I just want to keep everyone safe and end this mess. To think that I considered myself a genius. A genius wouldn't have considered the words of a cannibal as logic."

"Hey, hey, hey," Angela scolded, "Enough of that. We're both going to get out of this! Brain cell loss and all."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that."

Angela's head whipped around and Zach struggled to turn his.

"What do you want?" the woman questioned the unwelcomed man, pacing in front of them.

"You don't ask the questions!" the man barked, "Unless you have a death wish, I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

Angela nodded, quickly and gripped Zach's shirt.

"Now, here's how it's gonna work. You," he pointed his finger at Angela, "Are gonna stay out of this And then maybe, just maybe, I won't have to kill you. I knew that this dimwitted fool," he stuck his thumb out at Zach, "Wouldn't have the guts to take his own life. Stupid mistake if you ask me. I had it planned out, who I'd take as my next captive. I never thought it'd be that easy," the coldhearted man sniggered.

Zach felt his muscles tense up, "This wasn't part of the deal."

The apprentice dragged the boy up by his shirt collar. Angela stuffed her sleeve into her mouth to keep from crying out. The large man's fist collided with Zach's wounded side. He screamed in agony.

Then, the apprentice dropped him. "There's more where that came from! And the deal was that you'd end your own life. You blew it. The deal is off. You can be the one to blame for anything that happens from now on," he stormed off, slamming the door behind.

Zach's tears weren't from the pain in his side.

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The car stopped at the entrance. He walked around the car and opened her door.

"I'm perfectly capable of opening a car door, Booth," Temperance frowned at his act of courtesy.

Booth shrugged his shoulders, "Someone's gotta keep the chivalry alive, Bones. Plus, some woman really dig the good manners," he waggled his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes, "Let's just focus at the task at hand."

"Which is?"

The anthropologist thought for a moment, "I'd like to start by questioning his psychiatric therapist. Dr. Calder, I believe. Perhaps Zach mentioned something to her."

Booth just nodded. When the approached the door, his hand reached out before hers could. The door swung open and he held it for her, smirking as she scoffed past him.

"Hello, my name is Agent Seeley Booth,"

The elderly secretary stopped typing on the keyboard and peeked up at him, "And what can I do for you, handsome?"

Seeley fried to ignore the older woman's flirtatiousness, "I was wondering if there was a Dr. Calder present."

"For what reason?"

"I just have a few quick questions to ask her," Booth looked down at her name tag, "Is she here, at the moment…Cheryl?"

Cheryl smacked her gum, "Hold on, hon. I'll see what I can do." Readjusting a file full of documents, she dialed an extension number on the telephone. After a few moments, she was finally on the line with someone. "Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah, okay," she hung up.

"So?" Booth pressed, leaning against her desk.

"She'll be right down here. Just finishing up with a patient."

"What floor is that?"

"Sixth, why?"

The man started toward an elevator, "I'll think we'll just meet her halfway."

"Alrighty, then. Come back and visit any time," she winked. Booth didn't look back.

In the elevator, he pressed the button for the sixth floor. The doors closed.

"So…" Brennan began, hesitantly.

"So…?"

"That woman was…really coming onto you."

His shoulders went up and down, "Yeah."

"Well, you didn't even try to allure her. She took her time, and I'm sure you could have sped things up…or gotten the information faster."

"What do you mean?"

"There wasn't anything. Not even a charm smile."

The agent hesitated, "I guess not."

Dr. Brennan took a moment to ponder the truthful statement. Suddenly, the doors opened to the sixth floor, and behind them stood a stunned Dr. Melissa Calder.

"Oh. You must be Agent Booth," she brushed a strand of chestnut brown hair behind her ear, "I thought I told Cheryl…"

"That you'd meet us down there?" Booth finished, "We decided to just meet you halfway. And yes, my name is Agent Seeley Booth. This is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan."

"Dr. Brennan," Melissa nodded to the woman on his left, "Perhaps you two would like to conduct the interview or…questioning in my office. It's down on the first floor, right above the lobby."

Temperance looked at her partner.

Seeley nodded, "Alright. That sounds fine."

They went down a few floors and exited the doors. Dr. Calder unlocked her office door and motioned the two to proceed in side. The office was small, but cozy. Dr. Brennan noted that the woman had decorated her office with various relics. She took a seat in a red chair before the desk.

"I see you have a certain fascination with artifacts," the anthropologist remarked.

"Oh yes," the therapist answered, enthusiastically, "I went on a dig in Turkey, before I got married. It was my first semester in my sophomore year of college. I had always wanted to be an archaeologist," she spoke, wistfully, "But then I had my wedding and shortly afterwards got pregnant. I couldn't exactly be adventuring all over the place with a family, so I pursued my degree in psychology."

"I'm a fan of red, too," Brennan eyed the south wall, painted red, and the chairs.

"Yes," Melissa agreed, "Red is a very strong, passionate color. It symbolizes love…and anger. Two very aggressive emotions," she paused, "But let us get to the questions. I assume you two are here to talk about Mr. Addy."

"Dr. Addy, actually," the other woman corrected her, "But yes. How did you know?"

"I saw you in here before, visiting him."

"You seem…distressed," the FBI agent observed.

"No, no," Dr. Calder shook her head, "He was just…one of my more difficult patients," she winced, slightly.

"How so?" Booth asked, curiously. He leaned back into the seat.

"He seemed to always be trying to dodge my questions. And he worked on my patience, continually," she folded her arms, "Let me tell you, I am a very patient woman."

The agent nodded, "I'm sure you are. You'd have to be, considering your profession."

"Yes, well…he was very, very bright," Dr. Calder's voice broke off. Temperance Brennan couldn't help but feel a pang of pride for her brilliant former student, even if he was uncooperative. Of course, the female anthropologist admitted inwardly that she wasn't always so cooperative with psychologists or psychiatrists, in the past.

Melissa continued, "This was also a problem. He was very good at evading the questions. I couldn't help but feel…that he was in fact mentally stable. Of course, he did believe that working with a cannibalistic serial killer was benefiting the entire society."

"Did he mention anything to you," the anthropologist took a deep breath, "About his "master" or about anyone else involved in the conspiracy?"

Zach's therapist leaned on her elbow, "Dr. Brennan. I could barely get him to tell me about his profession, let alone anything about his relationship with the serial killer."

They were getting nowhere fast. Booth changed their direction, "Were there any visitors that came to see Zach, while he was here?"

The woman sitting before them looked down at her cherry stained desk. She sighed and shook her head.

"No one else talked with him?"

Her eyes were sullen, "Other that Dr. Donovant and myself…" her eyes lit up, "No, wait. He would always talk with Sandy Smithers, the woman who visits Jonathan Brady. During visiting hours, Zach sits…sat in the cubicle next to Brady. Technically, visitors are only allowed to talk with the ones that they'd come to visit, but I overlooked that for Dr. Addy. The conversation between the two was…harmless. As far as I could see, that is."

"Do you happen to have an address or a phone number of…Miss Smithers?" Booth asked.

"It's probably in our records…somewhere. All persons must register before being able to visit our patients. Dr. Brennan must have been through the same thing. You might want to check back with Cheryl."

Booth openly winced at the thought of seeing the engaging receptionist again. Temperance motioned for him to stand. Dr. Calder stood up, and pushed in her chair as well.

Brennan smoothed down her messy hair, realizing that she hadn't done much with it since yesterday morning. She stuck her hand out, "Well, Melissa, thank you for your assistance. We'll keep in touch. And please, call me Temperance."

The other woman grasped her hand and smiled warmly, "It was my pleasure, Temperance. I'll try to lend a hand with your…investigation as much as I can. May I ask why you came to visit me today?"

Booth saw his partner turn a funny tinge of purple. He realized she was holding her breath. He stepped in, "We're afraid that Zach is unaccounted for at the moment. It would be best if we concealed the details, at the present time. The FBI will take care of it," he lied through his teeth.

Dr. Calder was taken aback by this information. In her shock, she did not notice the facial contortions that could have told any psychology major he wasn't fully telling the truth. "Oh," she responded, robotically before returning to a more normal, yet brisk tone, "Well, I must be heading off to see to another patient."

Calder took off without another word, leaving Booth and Brennan standing speechless.

"She was…very nice," the female partner commented.

"Yes," Seeley agreed, tiredly, "Nice, but not very helpful."

"Well, she did give us another lead."

Booth groaned, "I guess this means that we're going to go check out Miss Smithers, now?"

Brennan just bobbed her head up and down, and both of them exited the quiet office.

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Another chapter that is mostly…uneventful…apart from the beginning, of course. I had this chapter finished late on Monday night, but unfortunately was not able to get on the computer until now. Sorry for the two week gap. Or two and a half week long gap.

A hint for next chapter: Someone who you've already met may be move involved than they might seem.

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