This is a double shift day. There will be one more upload today: Siren Call, chapter 10.

"Technicolor Wishes & Hi-Def Dreams"

3. And Lovers

Neither of them was willing to leave that office. They were pretty sure if they did they would get locked up and made for what they were, which was not the two people whose lives they had taken over, apparently. After locking the door, they sat in a corner where they couldn't be seen. After a little while of sitting there, with no clue as to what they were supposed to do, Rachel had started to tell him what she could, most about the two people they had become, and the others they might come to interact with. Man-boy was apparently called Dr. Sweets, which had made Puck laugh. Rachel smacked his arm, getting him to be quiet again.

"We can't stay in here forever," he had to point out after a while.

"I know," she sighed, absently resting her head on his shoulder, which made him smile. "Oh, no, the baby!" she sat up suddenly.

"What baby?" he blinked, looking at her.

"In the show, they have a baby now… We have to make sure she's okay, she doesn't have parents now, or she does…" she looked to him.

"Hold on," he held up his hand. "Also, she's not real, and they're not real," he reminded her, and she smacked him. "Ow!"

"Did that feel real?" she frowned.

"Okay, point taken. So we just need to find a way to get out of here, and then… she can have her parents back. That means we have to get out from this corner," he stood, offering his hands to help her up. She stared at him, taking his hands and letting him pull her.

"How do you suppose we do that?"

"I don't know, play along, maybe?" he shrugged.

"You just want to shoot your gun," she accused. "I don't know anything about what she does, and I am not touching bones!" she whispered. He started thinking back about what he had vaguely heard man-b… Dr. Sweets say, and he looked back to the desk, moving to retrieve the file he had been given.

"No, but look, he gave me this," he gave her the file and she opened it, immediately jumping and snapping it back shut.

"Gross!"

"Don't you watch this show?"

"Well, sure, but it's one thing when they're fake props, but this is… What if it's real? I mean it's real to them," she explained.

"Is it like an episode? Maybe you've seen it and you know who the killer is." She looked to him, then the file, hesitating. "Want me to look?" he offered, and she nodded, giving him the file back. He looked inside, cringing for a moment before he was able to try and read and figure what the case was. "Okay so this guy… Mason Briggs. He was found in a car, as part of an art exhibit. Ring any bells?"

"No," she shook her head. "So maybe it's not an episode. What if we can't solve it?" she asked.

"I think they have a suspect though," he tapped her arm before showing her another part of the file. She read through it, and just sort of half-heartedly shrugged.

"Looks to me like the psychiatrist did it."

"Maybe he did," Puck nodded along, and she looked to him. "So we go out there, and if they ask you any kind of science questions, just deflect, or I'll try and distract them," he suggested.

"Are you sure about this?" she looked to him.

"You got a better idea?" he pointed out, and frowned, looking to herself and making sure she looked alright. "Come on, uh…"

"Dr. Brennan," she reminded him. "Although he tends to just call her Bones."

"Then come on, Bones," he guided her out of the office.

As far as taking to their personas, Puck was definitely rolling with it a lot better than she was for the moment. She was still terrified of getting asked anything, and now that she'd found Puck she wasn't about to stray far from him.

"Hey, Sweets!" Puck called after him when he spotted the guy, taking a quick look back to Rachel, who gave him the thumbs up.

"Yes?" he asked, hesitant.

"I need to talk to the psychiatrist."

"He just left," Sweets informed him.

"Why'd you let him go?" Puck frowned before looking to Rachel. "Let's go." She followed him, taking a moment to wave back to Sweets, who gave a puzzled wave back.

After a momentarily confused search, they had gotten to the parking lot and located Booth's car. Puck looked like he'd just hit the jackpot when he got behind the wheel. "What are you doing?" Rachel frowned at him. "What if the killer gets away while you're busy playing with the siren?" He hadn't even thought of the siren yet, but he sat up, turning the key in the ignition and pulling out of the lot.

"Got the address?" he asked, and she looked back in the file.

"Yeah, but we don't even know how to get there," she showed him.

"There has to be GPS in this thing," he looked around before finding it.

"I should have thought of that," she closed the file once he'd put in the address and they were on their way. "I'm still just a little freaked out," she admitted.

"You managed to find me, you pegged the psychiatrist for the killer…"

"I could be wrong," she cut in.

"What if you're not? You're better at this than you think you are," he told her, and it got a smile out of her. "While we're there though, you just be careful. I mean you saw what he did to that Briggs guy."

"Have you ever actually fired a gun?"

"Does paintball count?" he asked, and she groaned. "It'll be fine," he promised.

When they reached the address, which was to the psychiatrist's house, doubling as his office, they went up to the door and rang the bell. The man who answered frowned the moment he saw them. "Agent Booth, what are you doing here, I just came from…"

"We just have a few more questions, may we come in?" Puck asked. The man had a flare of hesitation in his eyes, but he allowed them through. As they were led into his living room, Puck followed the man, while Rachel just looked around at the room. "Mr. Winslow, you mentioned to Dr. Sweets you had studied art at…"

"P… I mean, Booth?" Rachel spoke up all of a sudden. "I think you need to see this."

TO BE CONTINUED (NEXT TUESDAY)