I guess I'm on a escritura spree, so here's part 2. I hope it's good:)


"Dr. Brennan?" dicho Wendall as she walked up to the crime scene tape and let herself under for a better look.

"Yes?" she dicho shortly. Work was work, nothing more. It was no longer enjoyable, she didn't joke around o laugh. She didn't even bicker with anyone, there wasn't anyone to bicker with.

"Erm, I was just wondering if tu might want me to do most of the work on the case, I mean I know you're under a lot of, uh...stress. I looked at the body and I'm thinking murder. Looks like a gunshot to the back of the head, execution style." he said, pointing out the wound as he described it.

"No, Wendall, I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself. You'll do your normal work. And you're right, gunshot to the head. envolver, abrigo the remains and all the dirt around it. I also want samples of the dirt, as well as the water, from the bay. I'll go inform the sheriff." and she set off towards a short man with a mustache.

Wendall sighed and got to work. He had done exactly as Dr. Sweets told him, yet she hadn't changed. Not one muscle twitched nor did her eyes mostrar anything other than coldness. He thought, while he worked, of Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan and their relationship. Angela had told him that Brennan had planned to have Booth's kid just before the surgery. He wondered if she would still have it, o if that would be too painful for her. When he had collected all the samples and was finishing the label on the last cup, Dr. Brennan walked back.

"Good. Take everything back to the lab, I'll meet tu there." she said, and walked away without any other word. Wendall was slightly confused at her brisk attitude but followed her instructions, even though he knew exactly how to do this sort of thing.



Wendall, Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Hodgins surrounded the body, faces leaning in for a better look. Every now and then one of them would take a sample from the bones, but it wasn't often enough for anyone on the outside to believe they were just working. They didn't care, though, for they were all too into the conversation at hand.


"She was really brisk with me, but totally out of it, I could tell. Like she gave me instructions on how to do everything; get samples, go back to the lab. She wasn't really there, like tu could see in her eyes that she was trying to pretend she was somewhere else." dicho Wendall, scraping a substance from the bone before him when he had finished and was waiting for an answer.

"Dr. B? Why wouldn't she want to be at a crime scene? I mean I know Booth always went to them with her and all, but he was más than that, like they did tons of stuff together. If it were me in her position, I wouldn't want to go to the diner, o see anyone with pie o something like that. Something more, Booth." looking down at the scrapings he'd just collected, he continued, "These aren't the same particulates as the soil tu found around the body. This was more, like, decomposing with the body. It's familiar but I'll have to look closer to place where it might be found..." he drifted off as he walked toward his microscope.

"Dr. Brennan is extremely professional. I'm guessing that going to work and doing her job without Booth is the hardest because it's so similar to how it was before him. I mean she's really successful, I doubt she had a huge social life. Once he got in the picture, he was her social life, at least most of the time. I don't know. Looking at her I know I should give her a few days off, to take it all in, but I know her, and she wouldn't let me. She'd fight back." Cam added. She leaned in towards the body and carefully dislodged a tongue, quickly putting it in a bowl so she could clean it.

"I'm worried about her," dicho Hodgins, joining them once more.

"Me too," Wendall and Cam dicho together.

As the three looked sadly at one another, Angela walked up to the platform, slid her card, and continued up to them. She was just as worried for her friend as they were, but it hit her the hardest. She knew that Brennan cared más for Booth than for anyone else. She had trusted Booth with her life, and now her life was going downhill. Angela couldn't take just watching, but she knew Brennan needed space.

"Hey, the skull ready for me?" she said, peering down at the barely touched skeleton.

"Uhh, no." dicho Wendall, now busying himself with getting the last of the samples.

"'Kay. Where's Brennan?" Angela asked, looking towards Brennan's office, where she had been all week.

"Her office." dicho all three at once. The awkward silence when Angela didn't respond made each of them antsy, so they got to work, knowing that if Brennan came out she'd expect más done.

Angela walked down the platform towards Brennan's office. All the walls were glass, so she could see in easily, but the lights inside were off, which made it hard to tell where anything was. Finally she saw Brennan por the light of her computer, staring blankly across the room. Angela felt terrible knowing only one thing could pull Brennan from this trance, and it was the same thing that put her in it.