The Face with Two Skeletons

By: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: Mine? Who's been saying that wonderful lie? oh...ignore them, they lie like rugs. Bones and all things associated with the show belong to other people...dammit.

Author Talk: I know. I know. I'm running out of time. But I'm determined to get you guys up to chapter twenty-five by Friday. I have up to forty plus an epilogue planned out so "Skeletons" isn't going away because I know my Peanuts who read my "Grimmoire" series and they are a scary bunch. I'm not going to disappoint them...or you....or those of you that are batting for both teams...........................................................yeah, I know it was a lame pun but I couldn't resist!!! Anyway, I have work that runs to Saturday (ew) and then I've got to make people into zombies sunday morning (Zombie internet movie) and Torchwood goes up Monday (HUZZAH, *sigh* Ianto Jones) so things are going to be tight for a bit but I'll make it work. I have up to chapter 22 written!!!

Chapter Nineteen

Booth took what he called a long lunch to drive Zack to his place and gave him the 'grand tour'. He couldn't stay and told Zack to make himself at home and get some sleep. He would take care of Cam and Brennan for Zack and tell them where he disappeared to. Zack nodded and limped into the bedroom and collapsed on Booth's bed. He crawled under the covers and fell asleep almost instantly.

Meanwhile, back at the lab Angela (who had returned to work out of the sheer boredom of staring at the same four walls for over eight hours at a stretch) was amusing herself by sketching the face of the skeleton that had so absorbed Zack's attention. She sketched a small oval face with a pointed chin, broad cheeks, wide eyes, and a full mouth. When she started to shade in the face the resemblance hit her. She closed her sketchpad and raced as fast as she was able to find one of the other "squints". As it happened she ran into Brennan first. "Brennan!" She said urgently.

"Yes Angela?"

"Look." She showed her the sketch of the skeleton in Limbo.

"You drew another sketch of Anne." Brennan observed. Angela shook her head.

"No. I didn't. I did not draw a sketch of Anne." Brennan looked confused but patient. Angela normally wasn't someone to play these sorts of games for no reason with her.

"It certainly looks like her."

"It isn't." Angela flipped to the original sketch of Anne. "This is Anne Zerbrowski." She flipped back to the newer sketch. "This is a sketch of the skeleton from Alabama that Zack has been working on for the last month and a half.

"They look identical."

"Yeah. I know."

"Are you sure you didn't-"

"Honey, I don't screw up my sketches." Angela was slightly insulted at the insinuation.

"That skeleton is less than six months dead. Zack was trying to track down why they would send a new skeleton and say it was from the 1930's and he found evidence of the female being shot to the chest with a shotgun."

"That's freaky."

"Anne was listed as an only child by her husband."

"Could the killer have shipped these remains to us, knowing Anne's remains would be sent here as well?"

"That's conjecture. I'm not comfortable with conjecture."

"Well, one thing's for sure. We have double murder on our hands." Brennan considered the implications.

"And both have some connection to Zack…not to mention his house blowing up." Angela digested that and grew more and more afraid.

"Brennan? I think we should tell Booth like five minutes ago." Brennan agreed.

Author After Talk: Look!! I promised Zack would be in Booth's bed, didn't I? Oh and there was that plot twist thrown in so you lot wouldn't yell at me for having a twenty word chapter but whatever. I don't care what you think..Humph!!

Okay you caught me I care what you think especially if you send it to me in review format!! Okay, that was lame too. Stopping myself now and going back to writing.

Love from the Dorkside;

Tropic