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Opening the letter that was left in his mailbox Zach sucked in his breath. There in his hands was a picture of a young woman who was nothing but an old image in his mind. What truly shocked him was the younger girl that was clutched tightly to the woman, they were smiling. His brain worked quickly as usual, only this time he wished that it hadn't, all the tissue markers and hereditary marks said that this child was his and hers. The picture was ripped out his hands from behind and he turned around fast to try to get it away from Hodgins before he could see it.

"What's this Zach-o? Looking at a mail at work?" Hodgins took a look at the picture and his taunting smile faded. Seeing his chance Zach took the picture from his hands and roughly stuffed it into his lab coat pocket.

"Zach, there was a woman in that photo, a woman and a child."

"I realize that Doctor Hodgins." Zach turned away quickly and went over to the examination table. Putting on a new pair of plastic gloves he picked up a bone and started to examine it.

"No, Zach. There was a woman and a child in that picture." Zach tried to ignore him.

"What's Zach got?" It was Zach's worst nightmare; Doctor Brennan had come to see his progress and had heard the tale end of the conversation.

"He's got a picture that you should see."

"Give it to me Zach." Doctor Brennan held out her hand for the photo and Zach had the right mind to refuse.

"I'd rather not."

Her face turned to a shocked expression.

"Zach give me the picture!"

"No! I am not your graduate assistant anymore, you cannot tell me what to do, Doctor Brennan." Zach stormed off the platform barely avoiding hitting Booth. Booth swiped his card and came towards the shocked duo.

"What was that about?" He asked in surprise.

"I- I don't know." Brennan replied with a stunned expression

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Tears hit the photo and Zach crinkled it up further in his hand and pressed it to his chest. He had a child; he was too young for children! Well, anatomically speaking he wasn't and in other societies he was surely old enough, but for the society he was currently living in it was completely irresponsible for him to have a child, despite being financially capable and stable enough to care for a child.

He didn't understand the feelings coursing through his body, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to, which was weird for him because he had always wanted to understand what he was feeling and why.

He felt rather than saw Angela sit down next to him and he let her take him into her arms.

"Sweetie- Zach. Tell me what's wrong."

He shook his head, though a part of him didn't understand why he was so reluctant to talk about this. Shame maybe?

She tilted his head up and he was able to recognize the facial tissue depths for concern. Reaching her hand into her purse she grabbed a tissue and handed it to him.

"Now don't throw it down on the ground."

He wiped his face.

"I wouldn't litter."

He was calmer now, and he realized that these feelings he was having were illogical. Resigned, he handed over the photo.

Angela's eyes widened noticing the same markers that he did.

"But, Zach. How, who?"

Zach hung his head miserably and pushed his hands harshly through his hair as if to punish himself.

"I met her while doing my graduate work in engineering. She was doing some kind of work here for the English government. We were happy."

"You were happy, and?" Angela pushed for information.

"She just left me one night. We were lying in bed together and she asked if I believed in magic. When I replied that magic is completely illogical and has no scientific connotation or proof she just smiled and said, 'I thought so.'" He paused, "The next morning I woke up in our bed and she had left a note saying that I'd never see her again and not to look for her, for I wouldn't find her."

"But you did."

He reacted violently, something that he regretted later, "Of course I did!" Angela put a calming hand on his shoulder, "I searched and I searched, but it was as though she had never existed. And now this."

Zach took the picture back and traced the image of the two people. "The girl, her daughter, my daughter's name is Annette. See, it's written here." He flipped over the picture and on the back there was writing, "Hermione and Annette (Age 4) at the Equality and Enjoyment Festival 2006".

"What are you going to do now?"

"There's nothing I can do."

"But sweetie."

Zach stood from the bench and his shoes scuffed on the rocks that created walkways on the national mall. "I couldn't find her then, and I can't find her now."

"But-"

"No, Angela. Leave it alone."

Zach walked away and not towards the Jeffersonian. Angela headed back and told the others that Zach needed a personal day and that she wasn't going to tell them anything.

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The next year on the same day Zach was working in the lab though he seemed to be constantly fidgeting. The cause for his discomfort was another small envelope sitting on the counter near him that he had since refused to open. Looking around and spotting no one Zach was unable to resist the envelope and grabbed it. Ripping it open he found another photo.

This time the girl and her mother were obviously a year older, they were dressed in nice sundresses and in the background he spotted the Parliament building and clock tower. Flipping the photo over he saw another inscription.

"Hermione and Annette (age 7) Infant School Field Trip to Parliament"

Taking the picture back to his office, Zach pulled out a frame that he had purchased for this occasion and placed it in. Setting it upright, he placed this new image next to the previous picture of his daughter.

He still had told no one, and he was sure that Angela hadn't told anyone, so he wasn't surprised when the others asked questions about this new photo.

No one knew it, but it had been the thought of Annette and Hermione that had been his inspiration and will to defy Gorgomon. If it had not been for them, Zach feared that he might have fallen under Gorgomon's will and would have lost everything he held dear.

Another year, another photo and this time Zach didn't even hesitate to open the letter and found another image of Hermione and Annette. In the back of his mind Zach wondered how the picture fit into the neat little story of their lives that he had created, however illogical that notion was.

His daughter was another year older, and another year more beautiful with her mother's light curly hair and eyes, but with his build and structure.

He flipped over the picture, "Hermione and Annette (age 8) first year of Primary School!" Very faintly on a trolley in the background Zach saw a route name. Jumping from his work stool he ran to Angela's office. Currently Angela was showing Booth, Brennan, Cam, and Hodgins a scenario about their latest victim and Zach barely stopped.

"Excuse me, but I need you now, Angela, it's an emergency." He all but grabbed Angela and rushed her to her computer station and gave her the photo with shaking hands.

"Oh, Sweetie. Another photo?"

"Look Angela! She- she made a mistake this time." He tapped the photo with a finger that shook heavily, "There on that bus there's a sign that says the route, tell me the route. Please."

Angela almost refused but he desperate look in his eyes made her take the photo and scan it in. She enlarged the photo and super focused the pixilation and imaging of the sign

The sign cleared and read 'Finsbury Park Interchange/ Battersea Bridge/ Hester Road route 19'.

"I'm going. I'm going to find her." He had already memorized the route and grabbed the photo out of her scanner. Power walking past the rest of his colleagues as they were coming towards Angela's computer he all but ran to his office.

Flipping down the two picture frames on his desk he carefully removed the photo from its trappings and put all three in the pocket of his day jacket. Removing his lab coat he put on his jacket and turned to leave and saw his coworkers standing there.

"Doctor Saroyan I am taking an unnotified leave of absence and do not know when I will be returning."

"Okay, Zach."

The others stared at her.

"Just as soon as you tell me why."

"I cannot, just in case I do not succeed."

"Then I can't let you go."

"I'll quit then." Zach's voice was firm and unmovable, he could easily find employment somewhere else.

"No he won't quit then." Brennan stepped in not really understanding the situation, but understanding that Zach quitting was not an option. She took a moment to think of a plausible situation that could get Zach out of the lab with his job intact.

"He'll be coming with me to work on some digs in-."

"England," Angela supplied, as she was the only person other than Zach that knew where those photos were taken, "And I'll be going as well." Cam gave her an incredulous look, "For reconstruction of the facial models."

Angela grabbed at Zach when he started to protest and silenced him with a firm tug of the arm.

Cam started to protest, however Brennan would hear none of it.

"The Jeffersonian has been wanting me to go on this dig for a long time, and I believe it is time for me to temporarily go back to my main field of study, instead of working with the FBI." She shot a look at Booth, "No offence."

Booth held up his hands, "None taken."

Cam didn't know what to say and thus was unable to stop them from walking out, their case was basically

Zach was both frustrated and relieved with his two companions, he was going to England to find his family, once and for all.