This is my least favorite chapter because it is basically a filler. I am posting another chapter tonight though, so that should hopefully make up for the crap of this chapter. I am terrible at doing case stories. I have read some amazing case stories on here, so I will not even attempt to write stuff like that. I am not meant to write mystery.

Brennan didn't see or talk to Booth for almost a week. She ignored his calls and was glad he had yet to show up at her apartment. During that time she went back to work with the Jeffersonian. She only assumed Booth got reinstated as an FBI agent, so it would only be a matter of time before he got a case and they would have to work together again. She missed working with him, but she knew it was going to be difficult to be around him knowing he was with someone else. She finally understood what he went through the year before when she requested they still work together after he admitted wanting to give them a shot. She felt terrible for putting him through the same pain she was going through.

She arrived at work at her usual time that morning, earlier than everyone else. She walked directly to her office, unlocked the door and booted up her computer. As everyone slowly arrived, she started work on identifying another limbo case. Just as she discovered that the remains belonged to Civil War soldier killed by a gunshot to the chest, she heard her name.

"Bones!" Booth called. "We've got our first case!" He bounded up the stairs to the platform.

Her heart jumped at the sound of his voice. She looked up fearing what she felt toward him would be evident in her eyes. She smiled weakly, happy to see him again, yet anxious to have to be around him.

"The victim was found a couple hundred yards off a major freeway hidden by brush. We aren't sure how long they have been there, which is where you come in."

"Okay, let me just put these bones away and we can go." Brennan said.

They arrived at the crime scene and got to work right away. The ride over was pretty silent, except for a few exchanges of pleasantries. They both found it to be quite awkward, but neither dared mention Claire and what happened the last time they spoke. While Booth conducted interviews with the people who discovered the remains, Brennan evaluated how the team was going to transport the body back to the Jeffersonian. The remains were underneath a tarp, but that didn't keep it from being exposed to the elements. Brennan estimated the time of death to be about a week prior. The victim was female, approximately 30-35 years of age and was shot through the head. They finished everything up pretty quickly, still efficient as ever. They got back into Booth's SUV to head back to the lab with the remains.

Just as Booth pulled up to the Jeffersonian to drop off Brennan he said, "Bones, there is something I have to tell you about Claire."

Brennan panicked, she didn't want to hear anything about Claire and was quite grateful that Booth had just pulled up in front of the Jeffersonian. "Can it wait? I really should get to work on those remains." she lied, jumping out of the car and speed walking toward the lab before Booth even had a chance to get another word in.