I randomly came up with this while I was trying to fall asleep one night and it refused to leave me alone! So, after months of writing and the long editing process, here's the fully edited version for everyone to read!

Set sometime in the future, where everyone now knows that Zack didn't kill anyone and he has been cleared of all charges and returned to the team. Hey, a girl can dream!

FBI Crime Scene

"Yup, that's a body!" FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth declared. His partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan, gave him a look that clearly said 'well, duh!'. A look which was then voiced by her boss, Dr. Camille Saroyan.

"Booth, of course it's a body, that's why we're here." She said patiently. He nodded.

"Yeah, I know that, it's just- that's kind of a weird place to put a body," He continued to stare up at it. "Don't you think?" Dangling from a lamppost above them on the deserted street, a body hung from a rope tied to its ankle. Whatever flesh still left on it was rotting, the smell of which had attracted both the flies and the young couple who had informed the cops about it, who in turn passed the case to the FBI.

"Booth, I still don't understand why you had me come out," said Brennan, annoyed. "The body still has flesh on it. I won't be able to tell you anything until we get it back to the lab. What is the point of me being here?"

"Agent Booth enjoys your company," Dr. Zachary Addy said nonchalantly as he fiddled with the crime-scene camera he held.

"That's-that's silly, I've got no idea what you're talking about!" Booth spluttered indignantly. The young doctor looked up at him, dark eyes innocent.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. I was under the impression that because you two are friends, you are supposed to enjoy being in the company of one another," replied Zack, confused. "Did I misunderstand something?"

"No, I just-" Booth sighed exasperatedly. "You know what, never mind. Just, never mind." The rest of the team knew Brennan and Booth were in love with each other; unfortunately, the partners apparently did not know. Despite their obvious feelings for one another and the blatantly obvious sexual tension between them, neither one was willing to admit it to the other.

"Zack," Brennan pointed over to an area on the crime-scene. "Make sure you get pictures of those blood-splatters." Which were in no shortage; the ground around and the wall behind the body were covered in blood. Zack nodded and went over to where she pointed. He fumbled trying to take the picture and would have dropped the camera, had it not been for the strap that hung it around his neck. There was a 'click' and a flash as he accidentally took a picture.

"Careful!" Cam called out.

"Sorry," He apologized. "Don't worry, it's not damaged!"

"You sure that's a good idea?" Booth lowered his voiced as he asked Brennan. "Having Zack take the pictures-"

"Relax, he's doing fine," assured Cam. "He's gained back almost all use of his hands; he hardly ever drops things anymore."

"If you say so," At that moment, Dr. Jack Hodgins ran up to them.

"You won't believe what I just found!" He exclaimed.

"Dirt?" asked Cam absentmindedly, occupied with the body.

"OK, dirt is not the proper term, it doesn't say anything about the particulates in it, or the size of them, or-"

"Hodgins, what did you find?"

"It's better if you just saw it for yourselves. Hey Zack, we'll definitely need a picture of this!" He shouted, and then led them over to an alley farther off. They walked down it as Hodgins continued to point to a wall at the end. The entomologist couldn't resist flashing an enthusiastic grin at the stunned looks on Cam and Brennan's faces. A strange black symbol was painted on the wall. As they watched, the thick, still-wet paint dripped slowly down the brick wall. All around the only noise to be heard was a soft 'click' from the camera behind them.