A/N: So, here it is. Been a bit busy lately, but now I'm on vacation and I hope the updates come sooner. Anyways, I wanted to thank the awesome Bubbly131 for the beta and for waiting for me so long.

Chapter 5:

Brennan was elbow-deep in the third victim and Wendell was matching possible murder weapons with the rib of the same victim when Cam strode in the platform wearing a confident smile.

"Good news," she waited until she had the attention of at least one of the doctors and continued. "Dental records came back from our second victim. His name is Sam Welling."

Just when Brennan was looking up to send Cam with the Quantico agents, Hodgins made his appearance.

"Remember that little stone I got out of the remains? Well, it tuned out to be crushed stone, more specifically, gravel," he said triumphant.

Brennan eyed both. "I'm pretty sure Agent Hotchner's team will be very pleased to hear both of your findings."

Morgan was looking to the white board they were able to assemble. So far they had nothing.

There was a knock on the door and Morgan turned around to see Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Hodgins right behind her, entering the room and heading over to Hotch.

"Agent Hotchner, we were able to identify the second victim through dental records. His name was Sam Welling," Cam said, handing a white sheet with a driver's license printed on it.

"Great, I'll have our analyst to run his background information," said Hotch eying carefully the sheet.

"And, there was a crushed stone in the skeleton, which it turned out to be gravel. This type of gravel is only found in the nicest area of Washington," shared Hodgins, giving him also another white sheet.

Just in that moment, Reid and Emily appeared in the doorframe holding what appeared to be more white sheets. Hotch turned to them and nodded, signaling that they had his undivided attention.

"Second victim was called Sam Welling, got an address," Emily summarized.

Hotch nodded. "So I've heard. I think Booth and JJ aren't back yet, so Morgan, go with Prentiss. As for you Reid, I think Dr. Hodgins here may have something for you to start on a geographical profile."

Reid nodded and stepped closer to Hodgins. Prentiss and Morgan grabbed their jackets and headed out to the address Angela had given to the brunette agent. Cam returned where Brennan and Wendell were still working with the third skeleton.

"Think I can take the skull to run the dental records?" she asked to Wendell.

"Yeah, I still can't find the weapon so I'm going to see if Angela has something to work with," Wendell said a little defeated.

"Dr. Brennan, how are you doing?" Cam asked, concern clearly in her voice.

"I'm doing fine, Dr. Saroyan, thanks for the concern. Really," Brennan answered looking up from the remains sprayed over her table.

Cam nodded, lifted the skull carefully from where Wendell was working with it and stepped to her office.

In Booth's SUV, JJ's phone started ringing. She looked at the screen and answered. "Jareau. Finally? Yeah, ok. No, we're still on our way back. See you there, then," she sighed as she disconnected the call.

"What was that about?" Booth asked, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Second victim identified. Sam Welling. Morgan and Emily are heading to his home," the blonde informed.

"Two down, still one to go," Booth breathed. JJ could only nod in response.

In one special corner, Booth turned and they were caught by the traffic. Booth groaned and JJ huffed. This was going to be a long road.

"So, JJ, what does the first 'J' stand for?" Booth asked, turning his head to look at the other agent.

JJ rewarded him with a smile and shrugged her shoulders. "What does the 'Special' stand for in 'Special Agent Seeley Booth'?"

Booth looked at her amused. He already liked this blonde. "We're playing a game Agent Jareau?"

"Depends, if you want to live with the doubt," JJ continued teasing.

Booth chuckled. "Ok, let's see," he seemed to really think his chances. "The first 'J' could stand for 'Jane', although you don't seem to me to be a 'Jane'." JJ actually laughed at that.

Booth smiled and continued playing. "Could also mean 'Jean', but that one is commonly a middle name. 'Joanne' but that sounds like an old lady name. So my money's on 'Jennifer'," he finished, carefully studying the blonde's expressions. When he saw a hint of a smile in her face, he smirked and punched his fist in the air. "I knew it!"

JJ laughed and stared out of the window. "Well, Agent Booth, you've just proved why you have a 'Special' in your title. You may consider joining the BAU."

Booth snorted and turned his head again to the road, it seemed like the traffic was actually moving forward. "Not happening. I like it where I am. I like working with my people."

"And you love to work with Dr. Brennan," JJ finished for him.

Booth could only smile widely at that. True, Bones made his job a lot more entertaining. And it was no secret that Booth enjoyed spending his day with her because he really loved her.

JJ saw the realization in the man's face and also smile. "You really love her," it wasn't a question, it was a statement. She didn't need a profiler to tell her that this man was head over heels in love with the smart doctor. And JJ had to admit that she was really impressed to see that. Normally, relationships in the same job didn't work out. But this man beside her was proving her completely wrong and if she was honest with herself, that gave her a little bit of hope.

Booth nodded, the smile never leaving his face. "What about you JJ? Any better half?"

JJ let out a little snort. "No, and not happening any time sooner. My heart's already occupied by a certain little boy."

"A-ha, you have a son," Booth pointed out.

"Yeah, and he is the most beautiful one in the world."

Booth shrugged. "Well, maybe that's because you haven't seen Christine."

"Your daughter?" JJ asked.

Booth nodded. "Bones' and mine."

JJ looked at him again. Every time the forensic anthropologist was mentioned, pride graced Booth's features. He really loved her and there was no doubt about it.

Back in the Jeffersonian, Hotch and Rossi were listening to Garcia. She was reciting Sam Welling's background. Nothing unusual. A normal guy with a normal and boring life. No criminal records. There was nothing.

Hotch sighed in frustration. "Garcia, do me another favor. Search Marion Marsden and if anything out of the common pops up, call me."

"Yes, sir. Take care my brave knights. Garcia out."

Rossi turned to Reid. "Any luck with that map, kiddo?"

"This doesn't make sense. He has to cross all the state to come and leave the skeletons. I can't make a profile like this. I need more information," he said, running his hands over his rebellious hair.

Rossi looked to Hotch waiting for an answer but the chief unit shook his head. "Let's wait until Booth, JJ, Morgan and Prentiss arrive. Maybe they had more luck than us."