Chapter 3

It didn't take too long for the scene to get cleared up, or at least, it didn't feel too long. The daze that Booth was in was kind of shocking. He stood there, unable to think properly. Adrenaline from fury was rushing through his veins. His eyes were still locked securely upon the place where the skeleton was found. Brennan had finally crawled out of the hole and was now walking solemnly towards him. There was a pressure in the air that hadn't been there earlier that morning, and Booth couldn't help feeling it. The discovery of a human baby's skull was too revolting to even consider.

Not more than fifteen minutes after Brennan had scaled out of the hole, the two of them were headed towards the Jeffersonian once again, and not a word was spoken. This time, instead of it being a strange yet comfortable silence, the silence was nearly unbearable. Booth couldn't think and couldn't feel anything, his mind was too focused on the child. The idea that the child had been murdered.

"Her neck has been broken," Bones said, trying to sound nonchalant. She didn't want this to affect her, and she made herself focus on the details, and the evidence, not the fact that the skeleton she was examining was far too small to be dead. Even though she had decided that facts were important in this case, Brennan still couldn't bring herself to spout the information out, especially not when Booth seemed so uncomfortable. Telling him more about how the child died after the shock of seeing the tiny skeleton would just be horrible. For now, she'd keep the insignificant facts to herself, and tell him all of it later.

Booth pulled into a parking place in the lot of the Jeffersonian Institution and opened the door, stepping out, and slamming it again. He was silent as he made his way swiftly yet fluidly towards the doors of the Institute. Once inside the clean building, he walked with Brennan towards her office. He needed to head back to his own office and report everything that had happened, but for the moment, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He needed to make sure Bones was okay, and that she wasn't just pretending to be okay while hiding all of her emotions away. She still hadn't said anything since she said that it was a murder, and that the baby's neck had been broken. She refused to refer to it any way other than the victim, and Booth could understand why.

Being in a situation where you had to be involved with the death of an infant could potentially be emotionally scarring. Without the capability of removing herself from the attachments, such as using names or descriptions of the victims, may have been too much for her to handle. Booth was watching her force herself through this, she seemed like she was ready to break, but the ability to find the killer was keeping her up. Booth couldn't help feeling proud of her. He walked with her over to the observation platform. Angela was standing there, looking down at the small skeleton. Her face was sickened and pale, and Hodgins was at a loss for words. Even Cam didn't know exactly what to say. She was trying to get tissue samples if there were any left, which there were.

The day was nearly silent, nobody had really spoken much in the last little while, and Booth knew it was better this way. He was pretty sure that if he actually opened his mouth to speak, he might throw up all over everything, or end up screaming and going to find and kill the bastard who did this. If there was one thing that Booth had a sensitive spot for, it was babies. It had gotten much, much worse after the dream world. After that, every baby he saw, he imagined with Bren's crystal blue eyes and high cheek bones, as well as his dark hair and defined nose. Seeing an infant's skeleton there was... sickening.

And for some reason, Booth couldn't help feeling that this wasn't the end.

A/N Hope that was okay! Sorry if it's not the best, I haven't slept much, but I wanted to get it posted :] Pleease read and review!! Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter :]

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