AN: I don't own Bones.

Okay so after such a positive reception from my first chapter I decided that it was time for the second one to go up. So here it is. I'm sorry that I haven't been updating really frequently as of late. I'm falling head over heels in love with Castle and since I just started I'm really behind on viewing so I have been spending my days curled up on my sofa eyes glued to my plasma. Brilliant show.

Oh and there may be things that seem to be spelling errors but I'm Australian and my Microsoft Word is set to Australian spell check so my spelling is usually correct. Super sorry if this gets confusing.

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CHAPTER 2

"Hey Sweets I just got your call about what happened." announces Agent Booth as he hurries towards me.

I nod at the older man but refuse to go into any of the details "Yeah Daisy and I were just getting ready to go our separate ways for the day when we came across this."

I glance over at Daisy who seems to be getting questioned by some other FBI workers. She appears flustered and I watch as she holds Seeley as close to herself as she could.

Booth looks at me "Well this guy seems pretty messed up, aye? Look at those remains they seem to be in the shape of the letter L."

I nod "I think whoever killed the victim is definitely more messed up then the victim itself." I reply bluntly.

Booth gives me a questionable glance "You okay Sweets because you definitely don't seem like yourself."

"I just found a dead body in the hallway just outside of my apartment, I'd expect you to be like this if this just happened to you." I snap.

"Calm down kid, you sound like someone just gave you coco pops instead of fruit loops."

I roll my eyes "These kid jokes just aren't too funny now that I have my own kid." I cry as I walk away from a bewildered Booth.

No I wasn't sure why I had snapped. I didn't know what had pushed me over the edge but it was beginning to be too much. All death, no life in each of my days and sometimes that became hard to bear. It also may have had to do with the whole Aubrey in my position thing but I still wasn't sure.

I think that I'd have to go back and apologise to Booth soon but I was busy now. I wanted to learn what Temperance may have discovered about the bones and why the hell they were shaped like an L.

I stroll over to her side and watch as she looks up at me "Oh hello Sweets, that would have been a big shock for you having a decomposing corpse on your doorstep."

I hated the way that Temperance talked about dead bodies as though they were an object not a person. She sighs "Well I can tell from the pronunciation of the jaw that our victim is a woman and that she'd be mid to late sixties."

I nod "Any idea why the bones are shaped like an L?" I ask.

She shrugs "Well that is most likely up to Angela and the FBI, I will have these remains transported back to the lab and from there I can try and determine cause of death."

I watch as some men from the Jeffersonian come by and begin zipping the body up into a body bag before placing it onto a truck ready for transport.

Angela walks over to my side "Hi sweetie," she laughs as she lays a hand down on my shoulder "I think we've all know had the great honour of finding some remains in our houses."

I nod, Angela actually was correct for once. She and Hodgins had discovered some remains above their bed, Temperance and Booth had them in a box on their doorstep and Daisy and I had it on our floor. The one odd thing though was that the other couples 'close to home' remains had some sort of a connection with Pelant and the Ghost Killer but they were long gone now. This could actually have the potential to be a serial killer case.

I nod a curt goodbye to Angela and hurry over to a corner of the corridor where I had some room to think. I remove a notepad from my pocket and begin scrawling down some ideas I have about the case and the killer.

X-X-X-X

Could be Serial Killer due to bizarre severing and layout of remains. Also due to Angela's theory about 'Close to Home' remains.

Could have something to do with me. L for Lance.

X-X-X-X

I knew that these facts had no scientific proof backing them what-so-ever but I just went with it anyway. I was a psychologist and I believe in what people feel and sense and I was going to let that lead me through the case. Well talking about feelings I think that I was due to go and apologise to Booth. Sometimes you just snap and you really can't help it.

I tuck my notepad back into my suit pocket and stroll over to where Booth was talking with, guess who, yeah Aubrey. He was talking with Booth about the case and when I approach they stop talking. I don't know why I was jealous, God that was really immature.

Booth smiles over at me "Here's the grumpy kid," he laughs, "Any new leads on the case?"

Kid, couldn't he take a hint? I fight the anger that was bubbling within me and flash him a look. "All I know is what Temperance told me and she probably told you as well."

I wasn't going to tell him about all of the psychological things that I thought of and jotted down because he'd laugh. I keep quiet and watch as Booth nods.

Aubrey looks over at me "You must be Sweet, Booth was telling me a bit about you."

I shrug "Sweets" I say flatly.

Aubrey smiles "Sorry just getting to know all of the new names."

I understood that but for some reason I still felt angry with Aubrey. I think the 'kidish' qualities in me were making me jealous that Aubrey got all of the attention.

Just as I was turning to leave the crime scene, which was also known as the hallway just outside of my apartment, I felt something go into my leg. It was as though I had just had my flu shot at the doctor and a pin had pricked me. Lost for an explanation I roll up my pant leg and glance at my leg. It was bare besides a bit of hair so I pass the prick off as paranoia. I roll my pant leg down and walk towards the exit without even bothering to turn back and check if anyone was behind me.

"Sweets are you listening to me?" yells out Angela.

I was in her office trying to assist with the facial reconstruction but my mind kept wandering.

"Sweets! Knock, knock anyone home?" she was getting super agitated by now and I could tell by the way she ran her hands through her long dark brown hair.

"Hey sorry Angela but I just keep thinking about what you told me before, you know about how it could be a serial killer and all." I reply.

Angela just looks at me "Who's paranoid today? You! Have you been playing Five Nights at Freddy's last night or what?" she asks "Sweets animatronics are fake."

I shake my head "I have never played that game, I'm just a bit shaken you know about this case and the remains and all."

Angela smiles "Well I'd recommend that you don't. Hodgins and Michael played it together the other night and my husband insisted that he would sleep with a knife, they were crying like babies."

I smile at the thought "So do you have a face?" I ask.

She shakes her head "I'm almost there but something has crushed the nose in and that prevents me from getting a good reconstruction. See look."

She points to the screen where it showed potential faces, they all could work but she was missing the nasal section.

"We can't really predict it can we?" I ask.

Angela rolls her eyes "We aren't all psychologists sweetie, we don't all guess for a living."

"Hey psychology involves lots of in depth thinking" I reply.

"And lots of 'how does that make you feel?'" she laughs.

I was about to make a witty retort about the fact that she had a psychic or that she believed in hypnosis but I thought better of that one, Angela was scary. I knew that first hand from Hodgins.

"So we still need a face or we aren't going to have any idea if this is just a one off killing or a whole serial killer investigation."

"How else can you find the identities of victims?" I ask.

"Oh Sweets, your inner psychologist is shining through."

Angela was a nice friend but she really did know when to make the remarks. I blush a deep red and try to yet again regain my bored face.

Angela opens her mouth to make another psychology-aimed joke when I see her eyes light up. She had something that us psychologists would call a light bulb moment.

"We have to consult the dental records, the teeth are pretty much intact so I think that it might work!" she announces.

I nod and look at the skull on the platform. Angela was right, besides the nasal region the face was fine, and most importantly the teeth were intact.

I hear Angela call out Cam's name and watch as she runs out of the office in search for her boss. I look down at the skull and smile a sad smile at it.

"Hey I promise we're going to find out who did this to you," I begin, "And we are going to give you a face and an identity."

The skull stares back at me with a seemingly blank expression before I visualise it with a face. She was a stereotypical old lady with frizzy grey hair and a huge unwavering smile in the place of the skull like jaw. I knew that she was probably someone's grandmother who would never be coming home. She would ever watch her grandchildren again and I think that that seemed to make the situation seem even worse.

Angela comes back into the room smiling brightly "Hey Cam's just going to send off the dental records, she should have them back soon, considering that it's a federal murder investigation, then Sweets then we can start really trying to work out where this all went wrong for her."

I just nod and keep staring into the skull's eyes. My thirst for knowledge about the identity of this person was strange, I didn't know why I wanted to know but I did.

Angela clears her throat "Ehhhem" she mutters "Was it you that was talking to the skull before? Brennan would do that when she really wanted the answers."

"So are you comparing me to Brennan now?" I ask.

Angela shrugs "Well I dunno but something about the way you both have this thirst for the truth makes you really similar, even if she goes with the hard science and you do the soft."

Angela was right. "Yeah I suppose…" I say trailing off.

I may have been talking to Angela but I never drew my eyes away from the skull. For some reason I felt like the remains were meant for me, that they were a sign and that I knew whomever this skull belonged to.

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