Brennan's Office. The Jeffersonian.

Brennan had gone straight for the pile of papers on her desk as soon as she stepped out of Milliways. Zach or Hodgins had evidently left them there--along with a cup of coffee.

Her brief breather in the bar, and the reassurance of knowing that Hannah was safe (if anxious and worried) had brought her back to center. Helped her focus. Brennan sat down and began to methodically review their findings.

The cup of coffee was now empty, and Brennan had reviewed the report eight times. There had to be something here. There had to.

But whatever it was, it wasn't showing itself easily.