((A/N: How about that? A thirteenth chapter on Friday the 13th. Totally unintentional I promise! I love getting all of your reviews and P/Ms in my inbox. Please keep sending them. They make my day! If I get enough I may add a second chapter this weekend.
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13 CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Another late night. Lance wasn't exactly involved but he wanted to stay around in case, in the off chance, he would be needed. Even if that wasn't the case sitting around just waiting would be so much better than going back to his apartment where Daisy was probably waiting for him, outside his door, with her slender arms crossed and her face contorted in a less than pleased manner.
And so, he stayed, he played Minesweeper for a good hour and a half, wandered around the lab trying to talk to the others but that had been less than plentiful. Cam was too swamped to even lecture him, Hodgins was up to his elbows in samples from the various victims, Doctor Brennan was going back and forth between bodies, Angela was preparing the victim sketches to hand over to the press, and Agent Booth was no where to be found. That only left one person.
Clutching a bag of recently microwaved popcorn in his left hand, Doctor Sweets crossed the upper level of the Jeffersonian level. He did his best to focus his attention down at his feet and at the floor, but he couldn't help but glimpse toward a certain office in particular, one with its door open. It appeared dark inside, but there was the distinct sound of tinkering, or was it the sound of fingertips on a keyboard? Either way, Lance couldn't help but peek inside.
There sat Krys in the large rolling chair, a rather big headset rested atop her brown hair, thus dwarfing her round face. The light from the screen illuminated her features and Lance could make out the colors of blue and white, blinking rapidly as the computer went through its processing.
Apparently she hadn't noticed him. Clearing his throat Lance spoke. "Ms. Robin." He began only to be interrupted by Agent Booth's voice.
"Sweets." Lance's head quickly turned to see Agent Booth holding his sleeping son, Parker's head rested on his shoulder. What was he doing here? Sweets couldn't keep his eyes from widening as the ever knowing Agent Booth smirked. "Funny you found your way over here. Miss me?" His wiggled his brows teasingly before his eyes shifted to the side and over to Krys, his smile faded in realization. "Oh." The FBI Agent now looked a bit more serious as he studied the young psychologist, obviously not too keen on whatever idea he had in his head.
Shifting on the couch he moved to lay Parker down, this rush of movement caused Krys to finally look up, blinking. Turning her head to both men respectively she then cocked her head at Lance sliding the large, pilot-like earphones from her ears. "He's not here to analyze me is he?" She said in a hushed voice from where she sat, not wanting to wake Parker.
"Not if I analyze him first." Agent Booth stood up, fixing his suit coat.
Krys wrinkled her chin thoughtfully, then shrugged, bringing the earphones back to her ears as she returned to her typing. Parker fast asleep on the couch, the little gray box in an evidence bag on the corner of her desk. She had her hands full at this late hour, and now it looked like Lance would too. But not with case work.
"What are you doing Sweets?" Booth demanded as he stood in front of the young man in the doorway, doing his best to keep quiet even though Krys had some sort of loud sound playing on her headphones.
"Nothing. I'm not doing anything." Lance held his hands in front of him to keep Booth from taking a swing. The battle to remain quiet so not to wake Parker or alert Krys was becoming difficult. "I'm just.." His eyes quickly glanced to the bag in his left hand and held it up, a peace offering of sorts. "Making popcorn."
"Sure." Booth shook his head and reached out to grasp Lance's arm firmly. "What the hell do you take me for kid?" Dr. Sweets didn't respond out of fear of saying the wrong thing so Booth gave him another tug at the arm. "I'm no brain doctor kid, but I was your age once.." Catching Lance's gaze his own eyes widened. "NOT long ago.. And I have no idea what's going on in that your head of yours, but I know that I don't like it."
"No! Nothing like that!" Lance, in seeing Booth's glare made himself swallow out of panic, trying to tug his arm back.
"Listen Sweets. She's here only until we break this case, and then she goes right back into the ever rotating wheel that goes for data analysts. It's not even permanent." Agent Booth explained, a rushed quality to his voice, apparently wanting to get the thought off his chest before it ate him up. "The last thing this case needs is you in here meddling with Robin the Girl Wonder while more lives are lost."
"I have a girlfriend." Lance spoke up in a squeak, giving one last yank but Booth's grasp was too firm.
"I know." Seeley said calmly, finally releasing the poor psychologist his brow furrowed. "Just making sure that you know."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lance exclaimed softly, rubbing his arm which felt like it was practically throbbing.
"You're the psychologist." Booth snipped back before turning into the room, moving back toward Parker and lifting him right back up into his arms. "I brought her here. She's on a loan."
"Black Friday sale?" Both men turned their heads toward Krys who was now standing up, the massive earphones around her neck. She looked far too calm to have heard anything, so maybe she didn't. Both men tilted their heads in question. Slowly a wide smirk crossed over Krys' lips. "I got something."
Both men didn't have time to respond for soon Krys was on her converse clad feet and making her way across the office and into the upper level of the Jeffersonian. Blinking with confusion and then excitement both men raced after her, down the stairs and to the lower level of the lab where all of the squints had gathered with their respective tasks.
As Krys passed each individual they ceased their work (Vincent nearly dropped forceps in the process) and the young woman didn't stop until she reached a whiteboard with a map tacked on it. In one fluid motion she gave a yank flipping it so the map was facing outward. The group was already beginning to gather, Doctor Brennan raising a brow in question, opening her mouth to speak but she was silenced by Seeley lifting his hand to quiet her.
With her right hand Krys smacked up the small piece of paper they had gathered from the first body. "It's an area code." She turned around quite quickly on her heels and a bit breathless to address the group, struggling to find the words in her excitement. "A... A... A zi... zee... zip code!" Red in the face she looked to Agent Booth who stared at the numbers while Hodgins just looked plain shocked. "It was a clue!" She exclaimed all at once, becoming frustrated with having to explain everything when they could be saving the world or something. "The third body had the box on it, and I haven't gotten to that but I will.." She set the plastic bag with the grey box on a nearby slab. "But the second body.. Nothing. Why?" No answer, she clapped her hands and then moved to the other side of the map before pointing to where it was found. "Because where it was placed was the clue!"
This set Booth raring to go. While the squints knew their science, he knew FBI speak very well. "Got it. Lets go Bones." He announced gruffly, buttoning his suit coat.
"But wh-" Doctor Brennan couldn't even finish her statement because her partner dragged her away from the group, reaching for his SUV keys in the process. Leaving the rest of the group to listen to Krys' formula.
"Elm Park." Krys panted as she pointed to the green blotch on the map. 'Elm park is in a city with the zip code 10457 which leaves two extra numbers both 1 and another 4. Put them together and you have 14. Elm park is in a city where there is also an Elm Street. Fourteen Elm Street." All at once she exhaled before she fell right back into an unsuspecting Vincent's arms who luckily caught her relaxed body. But only after Krys pumped a fist into the air, closing her eyes as she tilted her head upward announcing loudly for the lab to hear: "God I'm good!"
Everyone was still except for Booth who was preparing to leave and get Doctor Brennan to hurry up. Until finally, all at once, everyone moved. Angela pulled out her PDA and quickly typed in the street name. Reading off the results as everyone moved. "Belongs to Diane Reynolds. Ex-Wife of Harold Reynolds. She reported her ex-husband missing a month ago." The beautiful artist blinked as the realization hit her own eyes. "Right when the killings started."
"Wow." Jack Hodgins shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes employees of the FBI could impress him. But that was rare.
"He might be the killer?" Vincent choked out in shock. He couldn't even spurt out random trivia, not in a time like this!
Krys was now back on her feet, her head tilted upward at the map, her index finger sticking out as she circled the air until finally she settled on one location, pressing it against the point. "Here."
"Come on Bones!" Booth encouraged, giving her arm another yank as the woman could barely toss her lab coat away, which luckily Cam caught though she didn't look pleased about it. But she didn't have time to lecture them, the two partners had already rushed out to pick up the ex wife.
The group slowly turned back around to face Krys who was heaving with passion, trying to catch her breath after the rush of excitement. Hands moving to her hips she smiled proudly. "I'd like to see that kid from Mission Impossible Three do that."
Doctor Saroyan rolled her eyes, she wasn't about to lecture her again, especially now that they were on a roll and instead walked toward her office to make a few phone calls to her superiors. Angela could only blink in surprise while Lance seemed frozen on spot.
The only person who seemed able to move was the ever sarcastic conspiracy theorist Hodgins who, when spotting Krys' offered hand, gave her a low five before returning to his own work. But only after grumbling: "That movie was awful."