A/N: Well, it's finally here! Yeah I know it took me years but I kinda of lost the track of this one, cause life, school and that sort of stuff of boring people. Either way this is for you guys cause you've been patient and you are all awesome.

Hotch entered the small room Agent Booth had offered for him and his team to work. "What do we got so far?" he asked.

Everyone had their heads deep in the reports Booth's team had been gradually handing, processing all the details they had found so far. "Well, according to the forensics, this guy tortured and then killed the victims. The first one was probably punched in the head and stabbed in the ribs. Both pinkie toes were removed. The second one has both legs broken and was also stabbed in the ribs. The same with the toes," explained Reid.

"So stabbing and cutting off toes are he's signature," said Morgan.

"The stabbing thing is an act of passion or rage. We know who the victims are?" Rossi asked.

"Not yet. Booth's team is working on that." Prentiss announced with her head still down reading the report.

"So, we don't have anything yet," said Hotch.

"Honestly Hotch, why are we even here? Just because this forensics are working with the FBI and Dr. Brennan is a public figure and possibly is involved with an FBI agent?" Prentiss asked bitterly.

Hotch opened his mouth to answer but he noticed a figure standing behind the door and looked curious at it.

"Sorry, Agent Hotchner?" The figure stepped into the room. "I'm Dr. Lance Sweets. I'm the psychologist of the FBI," said a young man that was certainly not much older than Reid.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Sweets," said Hotch vaguely.

"I'm in charge of the criminal profiles…" Sweets couldn't finish as a blonde young woman pushed him aside to make her way into the room.

"Hotch, another package has arrived."

Everyone left the small room. Sweets watched as six determined agents exited and strode directly to the center of the Jeffersonian. He sighed; he was just not getting his chance to shine a little. He turned around and followed Hotch's team.

When Hotch arrived where the action was being developed, Brennan and Wendell were already opening the package.

"Dr. Hodgins, take a sample of the paper and analyze it," ordered Brennan. Hodgins nodded, and stepped closer to cut a small piece of paper and then left as soon as he had being there. "As for you, Booth, don't touch anything," she continued. Booth rolled his eyes at her but the doctor was oblivious. "Dr. Bray, if you will."

Wendell opened the package carefully. It was something smaller than a coffin. More shaped like a box. There was a note in the top of it.

"Dr. Brennan, I am sure this won't be any problem for your very capable team. Sincerely, your biggest fan." Wendell read.

"Well, I think it is a problem for us," said Cam.

Hotch looked at his team. Everyone nodded and strode off to the room again with a new piece of information.

"Dr. Brennan, I didn't know you were such a phenomenon and certainly didn't know you had a fandom," Cam teased lightly. Brennan looked at her confused and when she was about to reply to her comment, she was stopped by Hotch.

"We need to identify the victims as soon as possible. My team and I need something to work with, either way we're just wasting time. Dr. Brennan, I hope you're aware of that."

"Yes, we are moving as fast as we can," she said, already watching closely the bones.

"Then, move faster." Hotch sputtered. Brennan really looked at him for the first time. Since the guy had arrived with his team, they all had been focused on their jobs and were very professional. She looked down at the bones again. For the first time in a while, Brennan acknowledged that they might need some help. She felt threatened, and while Booth always protected her, she was slightly grateful that the Quantico team was here to help.

"Female, late thirties. Stabbed several times in the ribcage. Pinkies are not missing?" Wendell interrupted. He looked completely dumbfounded. Brennan looked at him surprised. She quickly was by his side inspecting the remains.

"What the hell? Are we sure is the same guy?" asked Booth.

"That's our job. You people stick to the bones. Find me a cause of death, an identity and a murder weapon or something. And you better find it fast." Demanded Hotch, slightly raising his voice.

Booth stared at him strongly. No one told Special Agent Booth what to do in his area and lived to tell the tale.

But Hotch didn't seem to care. He held Booth's stare for a little while, and then he turned on his heels and left.

"That guy has a problem," Booth huffed when the SSA was out of earshot.

"He's an alpha male doing the same job as you. It's completely natural for you to feel threatened in your environment," Brennan pointed, not taking her eyes off the bones for a second.

"What? I don't feel threatened Bones, it's just I don't like his bossy attitude," Booth defended himself.

"And that's exactly why you feel threatened," the forensic anthropologist continued.

Booth looked at her and pointed a finger in her direction, eventually dragging her attention to him. "I don't feel threatened. That guy is bossy and I don't like to be bossed around. Got it?"

Angela stood in the lab in that moment with the biggest of smiles in her face. "Ah, old and good banter between you two. I was kind of missing it you know?" She declared.

Booth looked at her, and couldn't help but also smile. Things had changed a little around the Jeffersonian, with two babies and stuff, but certainly the team's mechanics had stayed the same and the banter was one of the things that couldn't miss the couple.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. Do you have something for me, cause that Quantico agent is all over my ass for something to work with." Booth explained.

"Yes I do. I was able to make a face reconstruction for the first of your skeletons and this is what I've come up with," the artist said proudly, handing Booth a portrait printed on a blank page. He took it carefully and looked at the face and gasped. He was expecting anything but to see that face.

"What is it? Do you recognize her?" Angela asked, suddenly curious.

Booth didn't respond. "Where's Cam?"

"Last time I saw her, she was with Hodgins. Why?"

"I know who this is."