This is only the letters that the killer wrote to the Jeffersonian gang, not the reactions, those will be in the next chapter.

HAVE MAJOR HINT IN THIS CHAPTER! PAY CLOSE ATTENTION.

To Angela:

Ah Thou has the most beautiful eyes. And thy child lights up your face. I saw you and your dad today. The two of you looked the most happy today. And Michael Vincent, Isn't he a doll? Ah if only that doll would drown, those smiles would vanish, thy has no money, nothing to make you happy. Hodgins would be your only light, what if he would dim out, what if you never saw thy child or husband again? Ah that would place your smile on my face...

But unfortunately you are my next victim so I will never have the pleasure to see the look on your face when everything you knows dies, but my satisfaction will come when I see Hodgins's face when you lie dead on the ground. I hope you don't take this personally, I just think you are too valuable to the case and to my target...

With Sorrow,

Your Death

To Hodgins:

Dearest Hodgins,

I regret to inform you that I have chosen your wife to leave this world. Your craziness will not help you. From the moment I met you I knew that you had nothing but crazy in your blood. But you have a child who you would do anything for. Your choice: your wife or your child. Think rash, Dr. Hodgins.

I leave you because I see no threat. You were nice to me, Hodgins, but I will not be nice to you.

Make the right choice,

Death's door

To Brennan:

MY Temprance, you pushed me away.

Any thing you do, you do so rational, it's crazy. you are never there for anyone.

Ready for Hell? I'm gonna take away your best friend.

Can you stand it? I took your child away, now she felt abandoned... like I did because of you, you pushed me away...

Oh, I know you have no idea.

Love,

YOUR HATED

To Booth:

Your child, your wife, it seems you have it all. Are you sure that she's the one for you? I took your child away from you, your smile when you with her, touching. The moment I met you was your trickery. You threaten and never live up. If I had stayed, unlikely your threats were real. Your forceful and uptight. CRAZY. Of all, I would love to see you die. I have chosen Angela first. But I can't wait until I can see your face when I put a bullet in Tempe's head. I saw your eyes when Cam got shot. Something tells me you, somewhere deep inside your heart still love her. More than a friend. Not as much as you love Tempe, but some part of you still has feelings for her. I'm going to really kill her. See how your face is then. But don't think of me as the enemy. Think of me as a friend, trying to make you love Tempe even more.

With thanks,

A friend

To Cam:

Ah, but a fighter you are. I hope I can see you dead... Your daughter disappears, and you stretch out your life to find her. What a good mother you are. Oh, but you are not her mother, are you? And didn't you abandon her when she was a kid? I mean, she wasn't yours, why ever see her again? Michelle should have died. Would you have cried? She's not yours... and besides, she's pregnant... What the heck, right. But don't blame yourself. You weren't there to help raise her, were you? No, her father was eaten by a tiger, but who cares, right. What would you feel if Michelle was, too. If she was eaten by a tiger. Would you cry? Die inside? Or are you not really a mother? No, you are not a mother... Just another woman stuck with a kid that's not hers. Besides, she's an adult now. She can make her own choices, what do you care? And we all know who you really love. Booth. But he has a child, a wife, and love. So he has feelings for you. There tinier than Pluto... And, he's in love with Tempe, so what do you have against a mind like that? Your no where near her mind. When she left, you couldn't hold up the Jeffersonian by yourself. Your a pathetic loser.

Your a loser,

Your advice giver

To Sweets: You never fit you have put a profile on me. Got a hard head, don't you. Well figure this out, why do I want to kill Angela next, even if she's the only one who was nice to me, but also used her sharp sense of angry humor?

To Caroline: Ah, Caroline, Sweet Caroline. After Angela, I want to kill you. You are the way you are. I've met you but never liked you... Your pretentious, funny, and whether you like it or not, kind. But you irk me. So whether you like it or not, I'm going to kill you. Hope you understand..

To Clark: Smart, organized, pretentious. Wish I had that brain of yours. I want to give you a task. If you chose to accept, show no one this letter. I want you to be famous Mr. Edison. Gwrdd รข mi lle rydych bob amser yn mynd, y lle coffi.

To Finn: Ipulani yethu isebenza. Michelle iphephile, efana ngathembisa, kodwa i udinga ukuba uthole ukuthi lapho Angela liyoba tonight