"Tristan? Tyler?" Booth questioned, following Sophie to a table with Nevaeh and Sweets behind him.

"Fancy meeting you here, Sargent Fart Knocker." A man with a brown buzzcut and brown eyes spoke, watching Booth. That was Tyler.

"It's good to see you; it's been forever." A man with scruffy shoulder-length red and blue-dyed hair and blue eyes spoke. That was Tristan.

"It's so good to see you two. What have you been up to?" Booth questioned, standing there.

"Well, have a seat and we'll fill you in." Tyler insisted, watching Booth.

"Your friend is welcome to join as well." Tristan added as Sophie sat on Tyler's lap.

"How old are all of you?" Sweets questioned, sitting in a chair along with Booth and Nevaeh.

"I knew that would come up. I told you that would come up." Sophie spoke, repeatedly smacking Tyler over the head.

"Ow. Ok, ow! I was wrong. What do you care anyway? You go around town flaunting it." Tyler retorted, fending off Sophie's hands.

"I do not!" Sophie denied Tyler's accusations, turning red.

"Yes, you do." Tyler insisted, pulling Sophie into his embrace.

"Lies." Sophie continued to deny what Tyler was saying.

"Oh, really? Tristan?" Tyler questioned Tristan.

"Hey, leave me out of your—whatever it is that is." Tristan responded before drinking a beer.

"Fine. Nevaeh." Tyler retorted before turning his attention to Nevaeh, who was quietly sitting there, watching and listening.

"Yes?" Nevaeh nervously questioned.

"Leave her alone already." Sophie demanded, watching Tyler.

"I just have a question. It's not a dare or anything like that. So, Nevaeh. Sophie: she's your friend, and you've been around town with her. Tell us: does she flaunt it?" Tyler ignored Sophie and questioned Nevaeh.

"Flaunt what?" Nevaeh questioned, confused.

"Does she go around talking about her and my ages?" Tyler clarified what he meant.

"Oh. Umm… Yes. Sorry." Nevaeh shamefully apologized before guiltily apologizing to Sophie.

"It's fine; it's not your fault. Tyler knows you don't lie. He's playing dirty." Sophie responded, glaring at Tyler.

"I'm just asking questions; at least she tells the truth instead of denying it." Tyler replied, smirking.

"So, how old are you?" Booth questioned.

"I'm twenty-seven." Tyler answered.

"I'm twenty-five." Tristan answered.

Sophie remained quiet.

"Nevaeh?" Sweets asked Nevaeh, watching her.

"Sophie and I are sixteen." Nevaeh softly answered.

"Sixteen and in a bar?" Sweets questioned, shocked.

"As long as we're with someone who is of age, we can be here. And as long as we don't drink anything other than beer or something fruity with very little alcohol, we're allowed to have some drinks." Sophie explained with a triumphant smile.

"I'm not drinking." Nevaeh insisted, sitting there.

"What's that? Looks like tequila to me." Tyler spoke with a sly smile.

"It's not tequila; it's sprite, I swear." Nevaeh immediately defended herself.

"Uh-huh." Tyler replied, rolling his eyes.

"Knock it off, Tyler. I told you when we invited her that she doesn't drink. I told you we should've gone somewhere else because this isn't the kind of scene for her. I knew this was a bad idea." Sophie angrily scolded Tyler, getting up before mumbling.

"She needs to loosen up. Let's play a new game." Tyler insisted before suggesting.

"I don't think I have time. I'm sure Ryan is wondering where I am." Nevaeh replied.

"Who?" Tyler questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Ryan Raynes: he and Nevaeh have been friends since they were little kids. Why would he be wondering where you are? Were you planning on hanging out with him?" Sophie answered before questioning.

"No. I umm… I tried telling you before; Ryan wanted to go shopping before he had to visit his aunt, uncle, and cousins for a month in Germany. I don't know why he wanted to go other than he wanted to spend time with me. I think they may be gone longer than a month but, I'm not sure about that." Nevaeh answered, looking down.

"I guess we should have waited; we could've had another player." Tyler spoke with a smile.

"Ha. No, I doubt that. If you think I'm protective, you don't want to meet Ryan. I don't mean that in a bad way: Ryan is ten times more protective than I am and will not put if with any of your bullshit. He may be gay, but he's not flamboyant like others you've met." Sophie informed Tyler.

"Well, let's play a quick, easy game. It will go by quick." Tyler persisted.

"Mrow." A cat came running in.

"Hey, get that cat!" A man yelled, chasing after the cat.

"There you are, Starry Night." When it jumped onto her lap, Nevaeh greeted a black cat with white specks that looked like little stars and green eyes.

"No pets allowed." A man spoke, walking over.

"I'll take care of this." Sophie sighed, standing up.

"Ma'am, there are no pets allowed in this bar: you have to tell your friend she has to toss the cat or leave." The man spoke again.

"It's ok. Her cat has the right to be here or anywhere she goes. Her cat, Starry Night, is a service animal. He's meant for her anxiety. If you look; you'll see the bandana and tags saying she is a service animal." Sophie informed the man before showing him Starry Night and Nevaeh's credentials.

"Ok. You're fine. But it stays by you. It leaves your side; it gets kicked out. Understand?" The man firmly told Nevaeh, not taking his eyes off her, making sure she understood him.

"Yes, Sir." Nevaeh replied, standing up.

"No. Sit down. Your cat can stay; he can't kick you out." Tyler insisted, making Nevaeh sit.

Instead of feeding into Tyler's confrontation, the man walked away.

"Tyler, knock it off. And leave Nevaeh alone. Nevaeh, do you want me to help you find Ryan?" Sophie smacked Tyler over the head before asking Nevaeh.

"Not until we play a game. Just a quick game." Tyler persisted in insisting.

"Tyler." "No, it's ok. He's not going to give up." Nevaeh interrupted Sophie.

"Are you sure?" Sophie questioned.

"Yes." Nevaeh answered as Starry Night climbed onto her shoulder and cuddled against her.

"Ok. Good. The rules are simple. All you have to do is guess what our buddies Seeley and uhh… I'm sorry; I never caught your name." Tyler started explaining before speaking to Sweets.

"I'm Lance. Lance Sweets." Sweets answered.

"Nice to meet you, Lance Sweets. We'll start with Seeley. We each get to ask a question about him and what he does. But we are not able to ask specifically what he does. If he answers yes to your question, you don't have to drink. If he answers no to your question, you have to take a shot of whiskey." Tyler explained the rules after greeting Sweets.

"We're not allowed to have whiskey, Tyler." Sophie firmly told Tyler.

"Nobody's going to know. Plus, you girls are with us." Tyler replied.

"I'll know." Tristan, Booth, and Sweets told Tyler.

"Oh, come on. Lightly up and live a little." Tyler argued.

"There you are! Nevaeh, I have been looking all over for you. A bar, really? Sophie?" A guy with a dark blonde Navy-styled haircut and green eyes approached them.

"Don't be mad at Sophie: it wasn't her idea." Nevaeh pleaded with the guy.

"Hi, Ryan." Sophie mumbled.

"Hi, Sophie. So, who's idea was it for you to come to a bar?" Ryan greeted Sophie before questioning Nevaeh.

"Sophie's boyfriend." Nevaeh answered, looking down.

"Hi, I'm Tyler." Tyler greeted Ryan.

"Ryan." Ryan plainly replied, staring at Tyle, causing him to stiffen up.

"Want to play a game?" Tyler questioned.

"What game?" Ryan questioned, watching Tyler.

"He wants Nevaeh to guess that they do for a living. I'm Tristan, by the way." Tristan spoke up, introducing himself to Tyler.

"Nice to meet you, Tristan. I'm Ryan. As much as I'd love to stay, I have to get her home—before Noah kills us." Ryan replied, watching Tristan with a smile.

"Well, Nevaeh has already agreed to play. So, have a seat." Tyler insisted.

"Sorry." Nevaeh guiltily apologized.

"It's fine. So, Tyler: how do we play? What are the rules? Who goes first?" Ryan questioned Tyler.

"Youngest to oldest. Everyone gets one question, and one question only. If you ask a question and it's yes, you don't have to drink. If you ask a question and the answer is no, you have to take a shot of whisky." Tyler explained.

"Fine. So, Nevaeh's first then. I'm going to assume you're older than sixteen and seventeen." Ryan spoke to Tyler with a particular look on his face.

"It doesn't matter which of the two go first, as long as one of those two go first." Tyler answered.

"I'll go first. Hawaiian shirt. Drinking alone in a bar—before your friend showed up. You haven't seen these two in years. Hmmm… Do you have a job in food?" Sophie studied Booth before questioning.

"No." Booth answered with a blank look on his face.

"Oh. Ok, shoot it." Tyler firmly told Sophie, passing her a shot glass of whiskey.

"Law enforcement of some sort?" Nevaeh questioned, watching Booth.

"Yes." Booth answered.

"Law enforcement, huh? That's interesting." Tyler spoke, stunned.

"Is it a big organization?" Ryan questioned, watching Booth.

"You could say that." Booth answered, secretly watching Nevaeh. There was something about her that drew him in.

"Yes or no answers only." Tyler snipped.

"Fine. Yes, it's a big organization." Booth answered.

"What is it, Nevaeh?" Ryan asked when he saw that she wanted to say something.

"Federal Bureau of Investigation?" Nevaeh inquired.

"Well, it's about time. Time to have fun. Here you go." Tyler happily poured some whiskey into a shot glass and placed it in front of Nevaeh.

"You don't have to drink that." Booth spoke, watching the whiskey.

"She's wrong, isn't she?" Tyler questioned, watching Booth.

"No, she's right: I am FBI. That's where I went after leaving the rangers." Booth answered.

"Well, damn. That sucks. Ow! Will you stop hitting me?" Tyler grumbled before snapping at Sophie.

"Leave her alone. She got his job correct, take your shot, and let's move on. We still have to guess what Stretch does." Sophie growled at Tyler, taking another shot of whiskey.

"Are you ok?" Booth asked Nevaeh, watching her stand up.

"Uh-huh. I think it's time to head out." Nevaeh answered with a nervous smile.

"No, you have one more round to play." Tyler ordered, watching Nevaeh.

"Ahhh!" Sophie, Ryan, and Tyler yelled after someone poured ice water over their heads.

"And she said she had to go." A guy with shoulder-length auburn hair and hazel eyes angrily told Tyler.

"Just who the hell are you?" Tyler demanded, standing up to face the guy.

"Hi, Noah." Ryan nervously spoke. At the same time, Sophie dully greeted him.

"Who is this guy? An ex of yours?" Tyler questioned Sophie.

"Oh," "God," "Hell," "no!" Noah and Sophie hastily retorted.

"What is that supposed to mean? Sophie is the most beautiful girl you'll ever see! Don't you find her attractive?!" Tyler immediately went on the defense.

"No, I don't find her attractive: I'm gay." "How did you find us?" Ryan questioned Noah, interrupting him.

"I called him. These are to go. Don't worry about payment; I've taken care of it." One of the bar's workers calmly spoke, handing Nevaeh two bags and one to Noah.

"Thank you, Jordan." Noah and Nevaeh thanked the worker.

"Not a problem. One of those bags is tune bites for Starry Night and the others. And the other bag contains cheese curds, mini pretzel bites, and two containers of cheese sauce." Jordan told Nevaeh.

"Thank you, Jordan." Nevaeh softly thanked Jordan again.

"Here. If you're not busy or dating anyone, you can call whenever—before eight or after five." Noah told Jordan, handing him a piece of paper.

"Thank you. I will." Jordan replied with a smile.

"Thanks for calling me and the food." Noah thanked Jordan again.

"Again, it's no problem. Go easy on her; it's not her fault." Jordan replied.

"Oh, I figured as much." Noah responded with a frustrated huff as Jordan walked away with a smile.

"Wait here; I have to use the bathroom. Do not go anywhere—either of you. Well, actually, you can go out front; you're parents are waiting in the parking lot." Noah firmly told Nevaeh and Ryan.

"You called my parents?! He called my parents?" Ryan panickily questioned Noah, who just waved back. He then dully asked Nevaeh.

"Who is that guy anyway?" Tyler questioned, annoyed.

"His name is Noah, and he's Nevaeh's older brother. What crawled up his ass and died?" Sophie questioned after answering Tyler.

"He worries about you; you're just as much his brother as I am his sister." Nevaeh softly told Ryan.

"Yeah… I suppose I'd better get going. These are your bags. I will see you in a month or so. Stay out of trouble. That means don't bring her into any of your trouble." Ryan hugged Nevaeh after setting her bags by her feet. He then sternly told Sophie.

"You people are just no fun." Sophie muttered.

"Wait. We still have a round to go." Tyler spoke up.

"You may as well give it up, Ty. As much as I like Nevaeh and Sophie, this is what we get for hanging out with people under eighteen. And no offense meant, but Nevaeh doesn't seem like the partying type." Tristan insisted, leaning back in his chair.

"Rules are rules!" Tyler snapped.

"Hey! Tyler, what has gotten into you? Yes, rules are rules—until other rules are involved beforehand. Calm down." Booth scolded Tyler.

"Big brother is in the bathroom. We have time for a round of questions for your friend before guessing what he does for a living." Tyler persisted.

"He's a shrink." Nevaeh spoke up, having enough. Plus, she saw Noah walking back.

"Excuse me? How can you possibly know that when no questions have been asked?" Tyler questioned, annoyed.

"What's going on over now?" Noah questioned, annoyed.

"I'll tell you what's going on. Your sister agreed to play a game with us, but now that you're here because of your boyfriend, she's bailing." Tyler informed Noah, annoyed.

"What game?" Noah questioned, annoyed.

"He wants us to guess what they do for a living. If we ask a question and it's wrong, we have to take a shot of whiskey or whatever drink he gives us. If we get it right, we don't have to. Mr. Booth is in the FBI." Nevaeh explained to Noah.

"Seeley's friend, Lance, is next." Tyler answered.

"Who? The shrink?" Noah questioned, looking at Sweets.

"Is there something about me that screams "Shrink" or something?" Sweets questioned, watching them.

"The way you dress." Noah answered.

"The way you talk." Nevaeh answered, standing up.

"Ok. Take your shot." Tyler set a shot of whiskey in front of Nevaeh.

"No, she and her brother are right: I'm a shrink who works with the FBI." Sweets told Tyler, shocking him and the others.

"Is this your stuff?" Noah questioned, picking up the bags Ryan set down.

"Yes." Nevaeh answered.

"Ok, let's head out. Ryan, lead the way. And Sophie: stop getting my sister into trouble." Noah instructed.

"Now, wait a second. How could you possibly know that he was a shrink?" Tyler demanded, annoyed.

"It is a little strange, but just let them go." Booth instructed.

"It was nice meeting you. And you seem nice, but I don't trust shrinks." Nevaeh replied before leaving with Ryan and Noah.

"That didn't answer shit." Tyler replied, annoyed.

"Well, she had that cat. And I heard Ms. Sophie telling a bartender that the cat was a service or therapy cat. My only guess would be that she was in therapy at some point in time. But I suppose it's also safe to assume that she no longer goes because she said she distrusts shrinks." Sweets gave his opinion.

"I'd need therapy with a brother like that if I were her as well." Tyler grumbled.

"Knock it off. Watching them, I can tell Nevaeh isn't afraid of her brother. She didn't tense up or show any sort of animosity toward Noah. So, it seems to me that she loves and respects her brother." Booth spoke, having enough.

"What's with you?" Tyler questioned, shocked.

"How well do you know them?" Booth questioned, watching Tyler.

"I've met her a few times. She's very quiet and somewhat dull—and now I know why. Ow! What the hell, Sophie? It's true, and you know it." Tyler answered Booth before exclaiming and holding his head after Sophie smacked him again.

"You don't know anything, Tyler. I think you've had enough to drink. I have known Nevaeh for four years now; we met when we lived in Nevada. About three years ago, she moved back here, so I begged my family to move here as well. I don't know their story—and I don't ask; it's none of my business, and if she wants me to know, she'll tell me. But when I moved here, I met Noah and Ryan two and a half years ago. Again, I don't know why, but Nevaeh and Noah live with their grandparents—and someone from their grandfather's side of the family." Sophie snapped at Tyler before calmly speaking to everyone.

"You don't like this other family member?" Sweets questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"No. He's a real creeper. Nevaeh isn't dull: she's guarded, slow, and very particular with things; she has ADD and OCD. And while she doesn't say anything, I'm sure she has anxiety—especially social anxiety. Which is why I told you coming here was a bad idea. I also knew if Noah found out, it wouldn't end well; he already doesn't like me." Sophie answered Sweets before continuing to explain.

"What's not to like? You're a great girl—the girl I love. And he wouldn't have found out if someone would've kept their mouth quiet." Tyler insisted as Jordan walked by.

"Thank you. But you don't need me for Noah to know something's going on with Nevaeh." Jordan spoke before walking away.

"Don't. He's right. No matter what kind of trouble Nevaeh may be in—or how uncomfortable she is, Noah knows. And I love you, too, Tyler. But when you become drunk, you become an ass. Noah doesn't like me because I used to be hardcore into drugs. And because of those drugs, I may have put Nevaeh in danger a few times. It's only thanks to her that I sought help in the first place. I have been sober for two and a half years because of her—because I don't want to hurt her again. And yes, I have you to thank for that as well. Tyler is an orderly at the rehab facility I went to. Of course, we didn't start dating until I graduated from that program a year and a half ago. It's against rules for staff to date patients while they are attending. But I should get going; I have to be home in half an hour—and it's fifteen-minute walk home. I will see you tomorrow after school. You had better be sober. It was nice meeting you, Seeley Booth." Sophie explained before heading out—after kissing Tyler goodnight.

"I think I should call it a night as well. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Come on, Tyler; let's get you home. It was good seeing you again, Agent Fart Knocker. I hope to see you again, soon. You too, Mr. Sweets. Do you think if I ask Ryan, he'll want to go out?" Tristan questioned after getting Tyler up.

"Well, if you ever see him again, you'll have to ask, won't you?" Booth questioned with a slight smile.

"I agree. Same goes for you and Nevaeh. Oh, I saw the way you were looking at her. Or should I say, the way you were sneaking glances at her? I'm trained to notice things, remember? See you around." Tristan replied before leaving.

"Not a single word, Sweets." Booth warned Sweets before going to pay his tab.

"So, your friends seem like a rowdy bunch." Sweets gave Booth his opinion.

"Yeah. It's never a dull moment around them. But Tyler… I don't know. Anyway, let's head out." Booth replied before walking to his car.

"So—a younger girl? Does that mean you're over Brennen?" Sweets questioned, watching Booth get into his car.

"Shut up, Sweets. Goodnight." Booth replied with an annoyed smile.

"Deny it all you want, Booth. But I saw how you glanced at Nevaeh as well. And I swear I saw her looking at him as well." Sweets spoke to the sky as Booth drove away.

The Next Day:

"Good morning, Booth." A man with short dark brown hair and brown eyes greeted Booth when he entered the office.

"Morning, Sir." Booth replied, heading to his office.

"Wait. We need to talk, Booth." The man spoke.

"Yes, Director?" Booth questioned, walking back to his boss.

"I am aware that until she left, you used to work with Temperance Brennen of the Jeffersonian. But since several others left, I hear you've not been working so closely with them. I would like that to change. I understand it may be hard, but you won't be at it alone. I also know you do not like working with rookies, but ever since that bombing/shooting last month where several officers, including a few of our own were lost, we are required to have a multiple buddy system. You will have two new partners. One is new to the FBI in general and one is a transfer from Pennsylvania. No, we may not talk about this: it's already been decided. You two may come in now." The director of the FBI informed Booth before calling in two recruits.

"Well, isn't this a small world?" One of the recruits questioned with a smile. It was Tristan.

"Booth, these are your new partners: Agent James Aubrey and Agent Tristan Healer. Aubrey is a junior agent and will report to either you or Healer. Healer is the transfer from Pennsylvania. Now, head to the Jeffersonian: there's a body and information for you there—along with Sweets." The director of the FBI introduced Booth and his new partners to each other.

"Do you two know each other?" Agent Aubrey questioned as the three of them headed out of the building.

"Yeah. We were in the rangers together." Booth and Tristan answered.

"It's a shame Tyler didn't join as well." Booth added once they got to his vehicle.

"Didn't you hear?" Tristan questioned Booth.

"Hear what?" Booth questioned, confused.

"Tyler isn't allowed to join any type of law enforcement where firearms are used. Five years ago, his PTSD got the better of him and he went on a rampage. Nobody was killed, but several were injured. He was forced to move out of Missouri, attend mandatory counseling and rehab, and he's not allowed to have anything to do with firearms for ten to fifteen years depending on how he does. After two years, he was doing so well, he got that job as an orderly at the rehab center. Of course, he's not allowed to handle any medications, but he does help other patients like Sophie." Tristan explained, stunning Booth.

"Wow. I had no idea. Uhh… Sorry, Aubrey: I don't mean to exclude you." Booth replied before quickly apologizing to Agent Aubrey.

"No, it's fine. It helps me to get to know who I'm working with." Aubrey replied from the backseat.

"So, what did you do before joining the FBI?" Tristan questioned, looking back at Aubrey.

"I was a desk jockey working in a smaller police office." Aubrey honestly answered.

"Here we are." Booth informed Tristan and Aubrey, pulling into a parking lot.

"Come on. The squints don't often like to be behind." Booth told them, walking ahead.

"Squints?" Aubrey and Tristan questioned, confused.

"The people who work in the lab." Booth answered, slightly annoyed.

"He does not want to be here, does he?" Aubrey questioned Tristan.

"It seems not. Don't ask me; we just reconnected yesterday—at a bar." Tristan replied.

"Seeley, it's so good to see you." Cam greeted Booth with a smile and a hug.

"Cam, what are you doing here? I thought you and Arastoo quit to start a family." Booth replied, stunned, hugging Cam in return.

"We did. But we were denied adoption at this point in time, and we quickly became bored after only two weeks. For the most part, we were welcomed back with open arms. J.P. decided to move back to wherever he came from, so I have my job back. The only one who seemed to be upset by my return was—is Mr. Wells. But he'll get over it, or he won't have a job." Cam replied with a smile.

"Well, that's great. Not about being denied to opportunity to adopt, but everything else. Anyway, these are my new partners, Agent Tristan Healer, and Agent James Aubrey. Guys, this is Camille Saroyan; she's the lead here, at the Jeffersonian." Booth awkwardly replied before introducing everyone.

"Oh, yes; I heard you were getting new partners. It's nice to meet you." Cam greeted Tristan and Aubrey.

"It's nice to meet you as well." Tristan and Aubrey replied, shaking Cam's hand.

"Oh, it's Booth's drinking buddy. Tristan, right?" Sweets questioned, walking over.

"Yes. But here, I'm Agent Tristan Healer." Tristan replied with a smile.

"Oh. I didn't know you were FBI. This is great." "Shut up, Sweets. This is Agent James Aubrey. These two are my new partners. Aubrey, this is Sweets. Now, what do we have, Cam?" Booth interrupted Sweets, annoyed. He introduced Aubrey and Sweets before turning his attention to Cam.

"Right. Follow me. Booth, this is Vivian Benson and her assistant Gage Deerdrick. I don't know if you were introduced to Ms. Penny Hale: she took over for Jack Hodgins in the Entomology and Botany department. Mr. Ben Smith took over the Mineral and other Unknown or Unidentifiable Substances Department. And then Mrs. Jasmine Stevens took over for Angela as our Forensic Artist, working with facial recognition and identification. The Angelatron remains as such. However, Mrs. Stevens has modified it, so she's working on figuring out just who our body is." Cam introduced Booth, Tristan, and Aubrey to everyone.

"It's nice to meet you all." Booth greeted, waving at everyone.

"Nice to meet you, Booth. I've heard a lot about you. I'm sorry to hear about Temperance and everything. But moving on. We have figured out that our victim was a male in his mid to late thirties with bad hips." Vivian Benson started explaining.

"In fact, we have determined that, in the past fifteen years, he has broken his hips over a dozen times." Gage carefully spoke up.

"Ok." Booth sighed, looking at the ceiling.

"Is there anything else?" Aubrey questioned.

"Do we know how he died or what killed him?" Tristan questioned, watching Vivian.

"We don't know how, but we do know that he was exsanguinated, meaning he was drained of all his blood. And from what we can tell, he's been dead for roughly four days. We don't believe his death was quick, but rather slowly. But not so slow that it would be torture for days." Vivian answered, not looking up from her work.

"Where was he found?" Booth questioned, writing some notes down in his notepad.

"Crazy Mary-Ellen and her dog found him in a storm drain. She doesn't know where he came from. But judging from the leaves and moss found on him, I'm guessing he was killed in the woods. Because he was exsanguinated, there was no blood in the storm drain or anywhere near there, so I believe it's safe to say the body was moved from Point A to Point B." A woman with long blonde hair, brown highlights, and blue eyes spoke, walking over.

"Thank you, Ms. Hale." Cam thanked Penny.

"Of course. If you need me, I'll be in my area, studying the moss." Penny informed everyone before walking away.

"Anything else?" Tristan questioned.

"Yes. This disk was found in the inside pocket of his shirt. I haven't had any luck getting into the single folder on it; it's protected by a password. Without knowing who the man is and anything about him, we can't guess a password. And if I keep trying, I may crash the Angelatron—or any other computer that may be used. We don't know what's on this disk." A younger girl in her mid-twenties with long dark brown hair and green eyes spoke, walking over with a disk.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens. So, I'm assuming there's no new information on who our victim may be?" Cam questioned as Jasmine handed Booth a blue disk with butterflies drawn on it.

"No, Ma'am." Jasmine answered.

"Did the folder on the disk say anything?" Aubrey questioned, watching Jasmine.

"FAVORITE" was written in big, bold letters." Jasmine answered.

"C. Spencer." Gage mumbled, studying the remains.

"What was that?" Cam, Booth, Tristan, Aubrey, and Vivian questioned, turning their attention to Gage.

"Sorry. It's just, while removing the sleeve of the man's shirt, a patch fell on the floor. It reads: "If found, contact C. Spencer." Unfortunately, it looks as if half of it was torn up or something." Gage quickly answered, handing Booth half a patch.

"Thank you. Now, send this to whoever to see if you can find any prints or fibers or whatever. I'll check the database for anyone missing someone with the name last name Spencer. Come on you two." Booth instructed before walking away…