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

Close to Home

The lab determined that the blood was from the victim. Booth and Agent Shaw interviewed the caller, but he didn't remember much from that night. He said it was dark, and he since he only slowed down, he didn't really get a good look at the car or the driver. He knew the car was dark in color, and it was some type of sedan, but that was all he could tell them. He thought the license plate could have been from New York, but he wasn't sure.

Booth had the task force plan the route from the victim's home to the place where they found the blood. Then he had Angela project a possible path that would take him into a desolated section of Virginia. He set up a team to scour the area for any signs of the cabin, where the murderer could be staying.

He knew the probability of success was small, but he had to do something. He also pulled all video footage from all traffic lights in the area, and had members of the task force looking for the vehicle. He prayed for a miracle, before the week was up, because he knew on Friday, he would kill again.

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Angela went baby shopping with Bones on Saturday while Booth worked. They picked up Parker later that afternoon, and had a peaceful weekend. Booth was still troubled by the thought that Bones could be harmed, but she still wore the tracking device, and he had her tailed whenever she went out. He hoped she wouldn't discover the tail, but he was still scared for her safety.

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Monday morning Booth dropped Bones off at the lab and went right to the Hoover. Bones entered the lab, and started working on the new set of bones that Egyptology sent to be identified. Since they weren't taking any cases except the serial killer's, she used her time to pursue other avenues. Just before noon, the groundskeeper came into the lab white as a sheet, and hysterical. Bones left the platform and tried to talk to him.

"Daniel, what happened?"

"It was horrible, who would do that? Why here? How did they get in?"

"Daniel, I can't understand what you are talking about. Come sit down."

By the time she led him to a seat, the rest of the squints came over to see what was wrong. Wendell brought him a bottle of water.

"Here, drink this it may help."

He took a deep breath.

"I found something in the conservatory. It was horrible. I think it is a body."

As soon as Bones heard the word conservatory, she knew what it was, but this was the wrong day. It wasn't until next week. They still had more time.

Cam called Booth and told him to get here right now.

Bones sat down on the bench next to Daniel, and waited for Booth.

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Booth was waiting to talk to Hacker, when he got the call. At first, he thought something happened to Bones, but when he finally understood Cam, he left a message for Hacker, and rushed over.

"What happened?"

"There's another one."

"Another what?"

"Another body, Booth. Another body."

"What?"

"He killed another one and left it on the grounds."

"Here?"

"Yes, in the conservatory."

"It's the wrong day, are you sure it's him?"

"Yes Booth, think about it the body's in the conservatory."

Booth paled. "He changed his MO. I'll call in a team, can you handle this?"

"Yes, it just shocked me. He hit a little close to home."

The team arrived, and they went to collect the evidence. Bones was noticeably shaken. As they examined the body, it was evident that it was the same killer. Booth picked up the note.

Are you aggravated

You haven't caught me yet

You must be agitated

Because we haven't met

Booth ran his hand over the back of his neck. It was going to be a long day.

"Bones, are you sure you will be ok?"

"Yes Booth, I just feel violated. This is my home."

He pulled her close.

"I know."

"Do you have the tracking device in?"

"Yes", she turned so he could see her ear.

"Cam, is there video coverage?"

"Not of the grounds, but inside the conservatory. I'll get it."

She called security and asked for all video footage from Friday morning until today to be sent to the Hoover, and then they started processing the remains.

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Booth got back to the Hoover, and went right to Hacker's office.

"Hacker, there's another one."

"What? Booth you need to make an appointment, you can't just walk in here."

"They found a body at the Jeffersonian. He claimed another victim, and dumped her on the grounds. Guess where?"

Hacker was still processing the first comment.

"What?"

"Not what, where. They found a body at the conservatory, in the Jeffersonian, and I can guarantee her name is Mrs. White."

"You can't know that."

"I can't? What did I tell you weeks ago? That this is based on a game. Even the press has figured it out. Did you see the headlines on Friday?"

"Yes, I was going to talk to you about that."

"Oh, you were. I think it's a little late now." He said sarcastically. "We could have prevented this one. It was the last female victim, so we knew her name was Mrs. White." He realized that he was beginning to yell.

Booth took several deep breaths trying to calm himself down.

"This is a mess. You refused to let me call a press conference, and now we have two more victims. He has changed his MO, and now we don't know what to expect, at least before he was predictable."

"I have a press conference scheduled for this afternoon. You did such a great job last time, I'm going to put you in charge again."

He could feel a slow boil trying to take over. He waited until he calmed down.

"You want me to clean up this mess?"

"You are in charge of the task force."

"If you let me do my job, in the first place, then we may not have had this mess."

Booth just turned around and walked out.

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He went straight to Sweets' office.

"Sweets, I need to talk to you."

He looked at the young woman sitting on the chair. "Sorry."

"How many times do I need to tell you, Agent Booth, you can't just walk in and disturb my other patients. You need to knock, and make an appointment."

"He left a body at the Jeffersonian."

When Sweets looked at Booth's face, he could see tears in his eyes.

"Mrs. Schyler, can we continue this next week, or if you want you can come back later today."

"I can wait until next week."

"OK, I'll see you then."

She left, and Booth closed the door. He slumped down onto the couch, letting the tears fall freely now.

"What if it was Bones? What if he took her? If he could get onto the grounds, he could maybe take her."

"Booth, tell me what happened."

"They found a body in the conservatory at the Jeffersonian today. The groundskeeper found it. It was him. There was another note."

He handed a file to Sweets.

"Sweets, I need to know what this guy's thinking. I need to know why he changed his MO. He's a week early. He wasn't supposed to kill until next Friday."

"With the change in his regular pattern and the anger portrayed last week, I think he may be becoming unstable. Let me create a new profile and get back to you. Give me a few hours."

"Do you think Bones is more at risk?"

"It's hard to say, without reviewing these changes, and updating the profile, but if he is becoming unstable, his movements will become difficult to predict, so anything could happen."

Booth hung his head.

"Get back to me as soon as possible."

He left to review the new information with his task force.

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