The day is going smoothly. The investigation is on track. Cam stands next to an exam table. She listens silently as Temperance drones on. She barely hears three words that she had to say. She tries to listen, but the thoughts in her head scream at her. Temperance stops mid-sentence. She looks at Cam. Cam notices her staring. She notices the silence. She feels the urge to say something.

"I should..."

Temperance moves to the door, she closes it. She returns to the table.

"What?" Cam questions.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You didn't hear a word I said."

"Temperance I'm sorry. I've just got a lot of things on my mind."

"I would too, if I was in your situation," she admits.

"What?"

"Nothing," she shakes her head.

"What?"

"I shouldn't have said anything. I'm obviously not supposed to know."

"Know what?"

"I'm a forensic anthropologist. I study bones everyday," Temperance states.

"I know."

"Would you agree that I'm the best?"

"Yes, but I'm not really sure where you're headed with this."

"I notice things about bones, that no one else notices."

"I know. That's why you're the best," Cam answers in confusion, fearing the impossible.

"I don't know why you're trying to hide this, maybe you aren't, but I would assume if you weren't hiding it, that you would say something."

"What do you mean?"

"The thing that you're hiding. I know what it is. People have secrets, they tell lies, but bones don't," she reveals. She stares at Cam.

Cam looks at Temperance, following her eyes. She pauses where Temperance's eyes are fixated. She purses her lips.

"You're wrong," Cam argues.

"No, I'm not. I wish you had told me," she says softly.

Her face falls, and she knows that she's made a mistake. She knows that her secret is no longer so. It was the last person she thought would figure it out. She had been wrong a lot lately. She takes a breath finally and stares into a pair of blue eyes.

"I know that I'm the last person on earth you want to talk to... but I'm a good listener."