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

A Possibility

They were up early again the next morning, and arrived at the victim's work, by nine. Her employer met them at the door.

"Hello, are you Agent Booth, and Dr. Brennan?"

"Yes."

"I'm Robert Hoffman, please come this way."

He led them to a large office.

It was the same story; neither her employer nor the employees had any bad feelings toward her. They drove back to the house, to talk to the neighbors.

Again, no one saw or heard anything. By the time, they were ready to go home it was getting late.

He pulled back onto the road and began driving again.

"Bones it's late, do you want to stop somewhere and sleep, or finish driving home? You too Hodgins, do you want to stop?"

"If you don't mind, I would like to go home. I always sleep better in my bed."

"Yeah, me too man. I'd like to see Angela."

He turned to look at Bones, "You're wish, is my command."

She just looked at him strangely.

"I didn't wish, I don't even believe in wishing."

"It's a saying Bones. Just a saying." Hodgins laughed in the back seat.

"Hey, shut-up bug guy."

"Hey. You brought me along. I could've stayed home with my wife."

He turned the radio on to her favorite Jazz station, trying to ignore Hodgins. Bones lay against the door, and soon she was asleep. He checked to make sure the doors were locked, and continued the long drive home.

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By the time they arrived back home, it was late. They stopped at the lab to drop off the samples, and then brought Hodgins home. Bones started to awaken as he parked the car.

"We're home?"

"Yes."

"I must have been tired. My place tonight?"

"It was closer. I'm beat. I need some rest."

They walked into her place, and got ready for bed.

As he snuggled close to her, she spoke.

"Booth, do you think he takes only the quiet, kind ones."

At first, he didn't know what she meant.

"I don't know, but maybe tomorrow we can ask Sweets. That's a good idea."

"Maybe he finds them more compliant."

"I don't know, Sweets told me he is filled with rage, so I think he would be rather strong."

"He may be strong but weak in character."

"Maybe. Let's talk about something else when in bed. Murder doesn't sound right here."

"I can think of other things to talk about, but I would rather act on some of my desires."

"Oh, and what desires are they?"

"I will show you."

She quickly flipped around pinning him beneath her, and kissing him deeply. Nothing more was said for hours.

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Booth walked into the lab at about noon, coming to get Bones for lunch.

"Ok, guys, what do you have for me today."

"Nothing much. The soil samples are the same as the last, there are no irregularities. The victim was also drugged with the same substance."

Bones cut in, "She was tortured, but hanging was cause of death. She has a broken hyoid. She was young so she must have been pulled into a hanging position from lying on the ground. What we could see of the wounds in the flesh that was left is that they are similar to the first victim."

She turned to look at Booth. "Booth I don't understand. I thought serial killers didn't change their MO. Why did he hang this one and bludgeon the first?"

"I don't know Bones; this guy has to be crazy to kill people in this way. Maybe Sweets will know. I'm meeting with him later today."

"Can you give him the case files to see if he can add anything to the profile?"

"Yeah, I'll take them with me."

Angela came onto the platform.

"I have a question, I know we only have two victims, but I have been trying to think of what they have in common. So far, different sex, different ages, different states, nothing adds up, so I thought maybe they knew each other in a different way.

I checked all the social networks, and they both had a Facebook account. Could the killer have found them that way?"

Booth just stared at her.

"What, G-man, you don't think it's possible?"

"No, I think that's a great idea. I'm just surprised you thought of it."

"Oh, so I'm just the artist, and I can't think of motive?" She was irritated.

"No Ange, I didn't mean it that way. I just was surprised is all. I'm going to have Sweets check it out. Ange, you're wonderful, finally maybe a lead." He hugged her.

He left the lab without saying good-bye.

A moment later, he ran back in.

"Sorry Bones, bye." He kissed her cheek, and then left again.

Angela laughed.

"Wow, I don't think I've seen him this excited in days."

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Booth burst into Sweets' office.

"Agent Booth, I'm with a patient."

"Sweets, I need to talk to you, now."

"Agent Booth I will be done in a few minutes, can you please wait outside."

"Sweets this is important. Please."

The woman in his office stood up."It's ok Doctor, I will see you next week."

She left the room.

"Booth you can't just come in here and throw out my patients. I don't want to put a lock on my door, but I will if you keep disturbing me."

"Sweets we may have a lead on the murderer. Don't you want to catch him before he kills again? I don't want to see another dead body, do you? "

Sweets knew he lost that battle, but kept the thought of a lock in the back of his mind.

"Ok, Agent Booth, what is so important?"

"Both victims had Facebook accounts."

"And?"

"Well, isn't that important?"

"Booth 75 million people have Facebook accounts. It's not a coincidence."

Booth's face fell.

"Really, that many?"

"Yes, I checked the statistics the other day for a patient of mine. Do you know if they knew each other?"

"No, Angela's the one who thought of it. I just thought you could check it out. You know do that shrink stuff and look for the info behind the words."

"I will check it out Booth, is that the file?"

"Yes, can you also see if anyone checked their pages, or if they both added someone new in the past few months?"

"Yes, I can do that too."

"Sweets, you're the best."

He turned to go. "Oh, and while you're at it, can you add any more info to the profile."

"Yes, Booth, but I really want to talk about your interrupting me…"

Booth was already out the door.

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He met Bones at the Diner for lunch. He told her the statistics, and she wasn't surprised.

"My agent has wanted me to get one of those for years. She said it would be good publicity, but I never followed her advice. I just don't see me sitting in front of a computer talking to random people about my personal life. I don't like talking to people in person most of the time, why would I want to do it on a public website?"

Booth laughed and shook his head.

"Bones, I would rather you didn't have one. I think they can be dangerous. Too many people can watch what you are doing."

"Booth, you can't see into the computer."

"No, I mean, now they have spots that publically announce where you are during the day. It's a stalkers dream world."

"How do you know so much? I thought you were a luddite."

"I'm not a luddite Bones, I just don't like all the information on the computer. It's creepy. And for your information, Rebecca told me. Parker asked if he could have one. She wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

"Parker has a Facebook?"

"No, she wanted to make sure I didn't let him have one when he was over. He rarely goes on the computer when he's with me. We spend too much time outside."

"That's the way it should be. There are too many obese children in this country. I'm glad you spend time outside with Parker. It's good for him."

"It's good for me too. We had better get back. Are you done?

"Yes, I can't eat any more."

They left and went back to the lab.

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