((A/N: I know it's quick, but I want to get this story moving and with all of the reviews (and me having the next two days without a rehearsal) I figured I'd get a move on. Enjoy and tell me what you like/don't like/want to see happen!))

14CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The pickup had actually been very easy, even though by the time they had reached the Reynolds household it was nearing four AM. Luckily the agent and his partner were let inside despite the early hour and then after further explanation of what they were doing on her doorstep the woman (of about forty years old) agreed to accompany them back to the Hoover building. By the time all was said and done, this including the initial meeting, paperwork, a quick drive through Dunkin' Donuts where Seeley treated his partner and cooperative 'witness' to a very early breakfast, processing, and then situating the woman it was nearing seven AM.

Of course the early hour meant squat when it came to who was on hand. As it turned out the entire crew of the Jeffersonian was around having been called by a firm Doctor Saroyan who informed them all that they had an ex wife and were about to interrogate. This of course meant that the squints would be needed for various testing as the case would allow pending on the information the ex would give them. And so far she was being very cooperative but surprisingly vague. Already an hour in at eight AM and Agent Booth was only able to ask a few questions with very vague responses and the occasional pleasantry. It wasn't like she was purposely trying to be difficult, she had just cut all ties with her husband and it was showing.

Still, it was protocol for him to continue drilling her and when it came time for their scheduled break a very weary Agent Booth excused himself before taking his styrofoam cup of coffee, and used his shoulder to open the interrogation room door with a heavy sigh. Using his arms to wipe the sleep from his eye he found a familiar slender body in front of him.

"She hasn't said anything that my team can use." Doctor Brennan announced rather straight forwardly, as was her fashion, her light brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Her gold earings dangling and shining even in the dark room. Apparently within the hour or two that they had been back she had managed to catch a shower and view some of the interview. How did she do it? Bones always managed to astonish her partner with her ways.

"Whoah Bones." Seeley grumbled, wiping his eyes again he tossed his empty cup into the trash can. "Too early to be sneaking up on your partner."

"I wasn't sneaking." Bones frowned defensively, her arms crossing over her chest. Taking a few steps she tried to follow the man though he wasn't exactly running anywhere, he wasn't looking at her either. Why did he insist on being so difficult? "She hasn't said anything that your team can use either." She added, sticking the needle in him that she knew would finally solicit a response.

Seeley turned around to face his partner. He could never ignore her for too long, she was too good at figuring him out, like he was one of her corpses. Seeley wasn't sure he liked it. "Listen, it's early still."

"In the case or in the morning?" Temperance questioned with a slight incline of her head. She was growing antsy, especially since Seeley didn't allow her in the room with the 'witness' which she didn't think was at all fair.

"Three people are dead, Bones." Seeley shook his head, turning around he looked to the one way window, watching the blonde haired woman who appeared awfully worried and seemed to be in a solemn trance. Pocketing his hands in his pants pockets he leaned against the wall just as the door opened.

"Agent Booth." It was Doctor Sweets, the only one besides Bones at the lab who seemed wide awake. Wearing a button up shirt and sweater vest looking like the spoiled preppy kids that Seeley had been raised to absolutely loathe. "Doctor Brennan." He nodded toward the forensic anthropologist with his silly little smile. "It has come to my attention that you have a viable suspect in the case."

"Right, Sweets." Booth nodded, though it was evident he didn't want to deal with the young man currently. "But I didn't page you."

"Doctor Saroyan did." Lance responded, his arms tucking themselves across his chest.

"Great. Remind me to thank Cam." Seeley shook his head in Doctor Brennan's direction.

The anthropologist's brow furrowed and she shifted her weight on her heel, mirroring Doctor Sweets' posture. "I'm not going to do that." She announced as though Booth had been serious, before her gaze moved to the one way mirror.

The door opened again and in came a somewhat disheveled who had apparently been called in during her time off judging by her brown hair which was actually neat and the clothes she was wearing that weren't pajamas. Sweets had since noted that Krys did the opposite of what the Jeffersonian 'code' would have asked her to do. Perhaps, on purpose. But why? That was another puzzle for another time. Not now.

"Look who finally rolled out of bed." Booth chided and both Brennan and Sweets spotted the silly smile on the man's face as he reached out and lightly nudged the young woman, causing her to take a step back before she regained her balance.

"For your information I wasn't in bed." Krys shook her head, rubbing her eyes. "I was out getting food with a friend." She shook her head again to rid of the tiredness that was overtaking her.

Sweets raised his brow in interest. A friend? Who? He already found himself doing the comparative math in his head. Krys, meanwhile, handed Booth a file.

"I want to pull apart the box. I need Doctor Saroyan's signature." Krys said, her eyes also wandering to the woman behind the window. "She doesn't look happy." The young woman announced quietly, before blinking and turning her gaze to Booth with recollection. "That's her isn't it? The ex?"

"Meet Diane Reynolds." Agent Booth sighed, pushing off the wall he moved to the window to join the growing line. "Hasn't seen her husband in ages. Got rid of all of his belongings in the breakup. Hasn't spoken to him since."

"But he's capable." Doctor Sweets finished, his eyes watching the blonde woman as she dabbed her wet eyes.

"According to her. Yes." The FBI Agent sighed, his fingers pressing against the wall so to relieve tension. "At least now we have a suspect. No location. No definite. But if we get Angela in here with her we can at least get a sketch drawn, even with the limited information we can get out of her."

"You should let me try." Doctor Brennan spoke up with a frown, she could be incredibly stubborn especially when in the company of Seeley.

"Sympathetic presence." Sweets nodded, though not looking at the woman he was instead focusing on Krys who seemed to be mouthing something rather rapidly, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the window, trying to figure something out. But what?

"No offense Sweets, but Bones isn't exactly sympathetic." Booth countered as Temperance drew in her bottom lip to keep from saying anything in response.

"I say let her in." Krys spoke up which caused everyone to look in her direction though she seemed unphased.

"You see? Even your fellow FBI friend agrees." Temperance was now fully on the defiant wagon, daring to follow her partner whom was heading toward the room door. "Come on Booth."

Seeley turned around, his face a mere inch from Temperance's, the door providing a separator between their two bodies. "No." And quickly he'd close the door much to a huffing Temperance's dismay to resume his questioning.

Now Temperance, Sweets, and Krys all stood at the window, watching Booth interact with the blonde haired woman whose eyes were bright red from crying. All seemed transfixed for a few long moments, each for their own reasons. Until Temperance found herself unable to be silent. She hated being quiet.

"How do you know Booth?" She asked the data analyst, though didn't look at her. She wasn't going to dignify her with a look when the young woman wouldn't even look at her for some reason. It didn't seem right, and Bones, ever the inquisitive mind was dying to know. Even Lance's back straightened with interest at this question, though he did his darndest not to look away from the scene unfolding in front of them.

"I got in trouble when I was sixteen." Krys spoke up quietly, her eyes never once moving away from the glass window until it was no longer apparent if she was watching the scene with Booth and Diane or her own reflection. "I used to hack. I didn't have many friends when I was younger so I spent all of my time with computers." Krys shoulders rose and fell more slowly now. "It started innocently enough at first. The school system here, little systems there. Then it turned into government systems. Just for fun. Just to show myself that I could do it." She held her breath before speaking again. "And I could. And I did." Releasing her breath she sighed. "And I got caught." She shifted a bit on her feet and went quiet, but of course Temperance couldn't let it stop at that, not as she was putting the pieces together.

"And Booth helped you." She deducted. It only made sense. Why Krys was so young and involved with the FBI not to mention how Seeley knew her and why Krys only seemed comfortable addressing him out of the entire group.

"I could have had jail time." Krys admitted, biting the inside of her cheek in thought. Apparently she didn't talk about this turn of events much. "Agent Booth got me out of it." After a long while of just staring at the window she blinked. "I owe him." And thus saying what she needed to, she pocketed her hands in her jeans pockets and turned around, walking out.

Temperance turned her gaze from the door onto Doctor Sweets, her curious eyes prying yet innocent with their question. "Do you think Booth knows she feels that way?"

"Probably not." Lance looked to his feet, he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket but chose to ignore it, at least for now.

Temperance blinked at Lance as she pieced this together as well. "And I'm not supposed to say anything am I?" Common sense was becoming increasingly more difficult to understand than anything else in her entire life.

Lance laughed a bit, a soft inaudible laugh and looked back to the one way window. This was going to be another long day.