I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

A Name

Booth called promptly at noon.

"Bones, you ready to eat?"

"Booth I'm still checking the remains. Blunt force trauma to the head is the cause of death, but we haven't been able to ascertain where the victim was murdered. Wendell is still working on a reconstruction, but it's been difficult because of the trauma to the cranium, and Angela can't produce a picture without the cranium. I just can't leave now. I'm too busy. I will be sure to eat something later when I have a chance. Bye."

She hung up before he could respond. She knew Booth was pissed. She also knew he was going to show up soon. She may have taken forever to understand that she loved him, but she did know his reactions to her behavior.

She was right; she looked up from the body about fifteen minutes later, and he was walking through the door with bags in his hands.

He walked onto the platform, and stood beside her.

"Bones, it's time to eat."

"Booth, I'm busy right now."

The rest of the team left the platform, so they could be alone. They were used to this occurring, and knew that the best thing they could do, was to leave the partners alone.

"Bones, I don't want you skipping meals. The body will still be here in twenty minutes. Come and eat with me."

Bones continued to look at the remains. Booth stepped closer to her, and kissed her ear. She tried to brush him away. He moved to the other ear, finding that spot on her neck that he knew drove her crazy.

"Booth, that's not fair. You're cheating."

"All's fair in love and war."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means that I am going to bother you until you eat. Look around you Bones, everyone else is gone. You might as well go too."

"You are so frustrating. If I leave now, it will be more difficult to regain the same train of thought."

"Bones, I know you have an excellent memory, and you will be able to pick up right where you left off. Now let's go, before I get more aggressive."

He leaned over and kissed her.

"I give up. Let's go."

They walked away and went to her office. Booth handed her a container of food.

"So tell me what you got so far."

"Well, we know he was killed by a blow to the head with some type of pipe. Hodgins is checking on the composition now. We also know he was tortured before he was killed, that accounts for some of the blood loss. However, we still haven't discovered his name, or where he was killed. Part of the torture included the removal of many of his teeth, so we can't run dental records. Hodgins has some particulates that he is checking, but there is very little to go on. Whoever did this left very little evidence behind."

Wendell looked into her office, giving Booth a sorrowful glance.

"Hodgins and Cam are done gathering evidence; can I clean the bones now?"

"Yes, Wendell, I will be out there soon."

Booth looked at the container of food in Bones' hand.

"Can you at least finish before you leave me?"

"I was planning on it. Once I sat down and started eating, I realized how hungry I was. Thank you."

"That's what I'm here for."

He leaned over and kissed her.

"Bones what time should I pick you up tonight?"

"I'm not sure; I can grab a cab home, if it gets too late."

"I don't want you working late."

"Booth we are not starting this. You know my schedule, and you know I can't leave before I find out all the information."

"I know what you were like in the past, but now you need to think about the baby, and getting enough sleep. Bones, it's important."

"I know Booth, and I will do my best to be home early."

"Ok, I have to get back, so I can check on the status of the investigation. I'll see you tonight. Is my place ok?"

"Yes, I'll see you there."

He kissed her and left, knowing that she wouldn't be home until late, but sometimes he had to give in, because she has already given up so much for him. He remembered his mother told him once, that you need to pick your battles, and he knew this one, could wait.

Hodgins met her as she was walking onto the platform.

"Dr. B, I found the weapon. It was a lead pipe. The only problem is that type of pipe is obsolete now. No one makes it, or sells it. It was probably from someone's basement, or just old piping he found around the house. I found one available on Amazon, but I couldn't access their sales records without the FBI. I sent over the information, and someone is going to get back to me. I identified the particulates, but they are common soil samples, that can be found anywhere on the East coast. There is nothing special that I found on them. I'm sorry, I will continue trying, but I thought you should know what I found so far."

"Thanks Hodgins, I'll call Booth."

She felt defeated; no matter where she looked, she came to a dead end. She knew he was severely tortured, and then hit over the head with a pipe until he died, but she still didn't have an identification, and she still didn't have any clues as to why. She continued to look at the bones waiting for them to talk to her, waiting for some insight on who this was.

Angela came onto the platform.

"Ok, Wendell was able to rebuild most of the skull, and I sent the picture I made to the FBI. I am also running it through our database, to see who gets a hit first. This is the best I could do. I hope we can find him."

She went to the computer and pulled up a picture of a man in his mid fifties, he had blue eyes, and slightly graying hair. Bones looked at the picture, and then at the bones before her, she could see some resemblance between the two.

"His bone structure doesn't seem very muscular, and I would say he was a small man."

Hodgins came up onto the platform.

"Dr. B. I found something else. He was drugged with Midazolam. It's used for sedating patients before surgery. It makes them compliant and sleepy."

"Well, maybe that will help. We can check the hospitals to see if they have any missing. Maybe the killer works in a hospital. I'll call Booth."

She left the platform to call Booth, and tell him the information. Just as she hit send, she heard Booth's ringtone from behind her.

"Hey, Bones, we got a hit from the picture Angela sent us. His name is Mr. Boddy. He lived in Elkton, Virginia, about fifty miles from where we found the body. Let's go. Bring Hodgins."

They all climbed into the SUV, and headed to Virginia.

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