So, I wrote this story to blow off steam, and it started as a Brennan fic, but I like Angela better. Sue me (actually, don't). I really want feed back, especially once I get chapter three up. I hope you enjoy.

ALSO: I don't own the characters, or the setting, but the plot seems original, but I'm not going to profit so it doesn't matter.

Booth had brought in the contents of a Civic that had sat in a shopping mall parking lot for 15 months. The sedan's trunk held the remains of a young girl, toddler young. The trunk contained bones, adipocere, clothes, and, a well loved teddy bear. The "meaty parts" and "squishy bits" had long since disintegrated, but being in the car kept the clothes, bear, and a calendar in perfect condition. The calendar was about a year old, and helped to confirm Brennan saying the bones were from last May. How a car with a body in the trunk could sit in a parking lot for over a year without being noticed was beyond anyone's imagination. And everyone was having trouble.

Booth, being a dad, took one look at the bones and got teary eyed (but everyone pretended not to notice). Dr. Brennan had quadruple checked the age of the child, then apologized to Booth for it ("Sorry, Booth, but I'm sure on this."). Cam looked over the crime scene, heard her team say "22 to 28 month old girl" and almost ran. They were upset, distressed, saddened. Then there were the rest of the squints: Zack was still in shock as these were the smallest remains he'd ever worked with. Hodgins wanted the bastard responsible dead; the killer had poured kitty-litter in the basin of the Honda's cargo hold. Cat litter absorbs the odor, and meant even less evidence.

Then there was Angela. She was to be working with the shattered pieces of the skull. The skull that had been bashed against a wall stud. But once it had been glued together well enough she would be asked to draw a "death mask". But she was really rattled by this one. Hodgins and Zack were working with the bones, cleaning them. Which meant Angela would have some down time before she would be needed. And she would take it. Angela could feel Brennan's eyes on her as she turned away. But she didn't care. She slipped away to her office for a few minutes of reprieve.

She hated working with kids. Swings, you know? She always felt differently when she was asked to work a child's case. She didn't know if it was because of how detached her best friend was able to remain or if it had something to do with how much angrier Hodgins got (so hot, by the way), but something made it harder to stay in control. And that's when it hit her.

Control. She sighed, feeling the cloud of tension thicken in her chest. Angela managed to get into her office without being stopped; she was focused on one thing. Getting the control back. By any means possible.

No SI until ch3, really, but it'll be heavy from then on out, if you don't like don't read. This won't be smut, but I want to know if anyone thinks the rating is "off".
Loves, Q