Angela and Hodgins returned to the Jeffersonian just after eight that morning. "Any word?" Angela asked as soon as they were through the door.
Booth shook his head. "Nothing yet, but it's still early. We have a better chance of seeing her car in the daylight. I was just about to go make some calls and try to get an update." Booth tried to maintain a hopeful tone in his voice, but he knew that time was not their friend.
Angela's face fell. Hodgins reached out and took her hand squeezing it gently. "We will find her."
"I know, honey," she responded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I just want it to be sooner rather than later."
Booth smiled at the two of them and hoped he'd get the chance to squeeze Bones' hand soon.
"We should draw straws while we wait," Angela suggested.
The two men looked at each other and then at her with confused expressions on their faces. "Are we trying to win a prize?" Hodgins asked finally.
"Kind of," she admitted. "The winner gets to be the first person to give Brennan hell for scaring us like this."
"No straws," Booth decreed. "I'm going first."
Angela gave him a knowing smile. "I figured it would be something like that." She hesitated, then asked the question that had been bothering her since she left the night before. "Have you told Hannah about what's going on?"
"Hannah took a flight out this morning," Booth answered. There was no emotion in his voice. Regret didn't seem appropriate, but neither did happiness, so he worked to keep his voice level. "She won't be coming back."