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Dr. Brennan
Only seconds before the cloak slipped over to 6:00 am, Temperance hit the off button of the alarm. As a result, no sound tuned when the large red numbers jumped from 59 to 00 in the minute spot. The young woman stretched lightly, knowing she would have another frustrating day in front of her.
The case was frustrating, to say the least. How could someone be so ridiculous and think he or she would be able to get away with murdering kids. The only problem was, that the murderer knew what he or she was doing. He was cleaning the bodies in a medical fashion leaving little to no trace of evidence. No single hair or other type of DNA had been found on any of the body. The only things that still existed were the brutal stabs, cuts, burses on the small mutilated bodies. Some were down to the bone and seen even after the flesh had been boiled. This was beginning to become one of the most terrifying cases for almost everyone in the team.
Her mind returned to the fact that she had been lying awake in bed for the past hour. The case was just occupying everything including her dreams now. Frustration was getting the best of her. After all her bones normally talked to her in some way or another.Ok Time to get up sleep head!Bones rolled out from under the cover and quickly turned to her bathroom. There she went through the normal morning routine: Toilette, wash hands, brush teeth, take a shower.
She returned to her closet wrapped in a blue towel and a white one holding her hair together. That way they would not drip all over the place. She pulled out a pair of black slacks and matching blazer, before adding a light pink shirt to go under it, and a pair of black socks. It did not take her long to finish dressing before slipping her feet into a pair of comfortable black ballet slippers.
In the bathroom once again Dr. Brennan pulled the white towel out of her hair and hung both of them up on the wall to dry. She then combed though her hair before blow drying it, and applying very light make up. It was not until she had placed her cell phone in her purse and grabbed her car keys that she decide to leave for work. The time set at 7:00AM.
It took her another twenty to get to work. Now she was Dr. Brennan, ready to try an solve any case tossed at her and her team. Truth was she almost wanted to assume that they could solve any case. That was however not realistic, science could easily prove this wrong. Swiping her card, she entered the stage and smiled at the few people that were already there.Good morning!
Just then she felt the cell phone in her purse ring and she picked it up. She knew it was Booth and agreed to wait for him at the Lab. Not like she had any other place to go in the first place. In order to pass the few minutes he would need she looked down to one of the skeletons counting the ten stabs that had all been placed to torture the kid. None of them had been the true cause of death. From what they could tell the kid died from bleeding out. It was one of the worst ways to go, and now she was worried that Booth would bring more bad news.
Dr. Hodgins
The night had been a short one for Jack. He had been out with some friends, a bachelors party to be exact. One place he should have skipped because it was the reason why his head was spinning, and he had very noticeable whiskey on his breath. Most of the night he had spent trying to drowned the images of Angela out of his mind. Somehow the entire bachelor party still brought back images of their almost marriage.
Either way he had arrived at the Lab, dressed in a pair of casual jeans, a black shirt, and some sun glasses to hide his blood shot eyes. At least long enough to get to his duty station. Maybe he should have called in sick? Truth was he was sure the place would be to light for him once he was forced to take the sun glasses off.
As he got to his spot, he smiled at the particulates he had found on the last victim. It had been nothing really helpful so far. Mostly just things from the dumping scene. The killer was ahead of most peoples lega that was for sure. He took a seat in his chair, trying to convince himself that the room would not be bright enough to hurt his eyes. He would have to loose the shades to be able to work. Dr. Brennans morning wishes received a soft nodd and a rough soundingMorning!in return.
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Angela
"Dear God, thank you for not calling this morning good!" Angela informed as she walked in, obviously exhausted, her hair a tamed mess, but obviously still a mess as she held a large cup of coffee in her right hand and a sketch pad in the other. "I've been having nightmares all week about this... I mean what kind of sick fuck does this to kids who don't even have their first set of adult death? You know our most recent victim was likely a very cute kid, missing one of his incisors and probably talking with a lisp..."
She then sighed and hunched over for a moment before standing straighter and reached to adjust the large necklace full of nick knacks that she wore over her classic purple top and a pair of rather tight jeans, all very normal for her. What wasn't normal was the obvious lack of eye makeup. She had elected not to wear any today after crying off yesterday's.
"So, you know it's hard to identify children younger then five without hair and eye color... Their features aren't extremely formed and while I can do age adjustments, those are far easier with parental models to work with," she shouted up to Brennan, hoping her best friend would tell her something reassuring to help her with the fact that she'd yet to draw anything leading to the victim's identities.
Booth
Booth groaned as he looked over the team from the platform and then looked over to Brennan, taking in her beauty for a moment before shaking his head and hoping none of the team noticed his changed body language to her since his he'd awoken from surgery.
"Hey guys, it looks like you've got no news, which in this field is bad news... I'm going through missing person reports, but so far it seems I'm not finding anything conclusive. Perhaps in foster care, where their foster families would be slow to report them missing? Any other ideas people? I mean, there aren't many missing kids in the DC area... so I'm widening the search to include all of Maryland and Virginia."
He then looked around, praying one of these very smart people would say something very smart. He needed help, a serial killer who left his victims virtually unidentifiable was a very bad thing, a very, very bad thing.
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Dr. Brennan
A sigh crossed her lips, they were getting no were. Why were these children not missing? Who would end up being able to kill someone so innocent? Angela made a deep sadness rise in side of her but she had to sake it off. To stay perspective they would have to try not to get involved.
The blue eyes wandered over to her best friend and she noted the lack of heavy eye shadow at once. Then again she knew how Angela got involved like things like this. Out of all of them she would be the one hurting the most. Not to mention Booth was probably worried about his own son. Based on carbon dating I can tell you that this child was seven, victim two nine, and as you pointed out victim three was five. Other then thatI just wish my bones would talk to me!She hissed nearly striking the table when Zack appeared.
He looked at the crowed not shocked to see them all so gloomy. I figured out one of the murder weapons The young adult mumbled hoping to at least bring some relief to the group. At least for a second or two. Common kitchen knife, its been sold six hundred thousand time, but this one had two very defined nicks He pulled up some data and placed it on the plasma so all could see. when you catch the guy I can prove its him.
Temperance had taken a deep breath when he started by explain he had found something. Zack had brought them a step further and that meant a lot. Yes his last comment made her sigh before walking over to Booths side. You said you wanted to see me on the phone?
Hodgins
He could hardly take his eyes off Angela. She looked so frail, almost sick. Like she wasnt sleeping or eating. If things were not that complicated between them he woulc have walked over and placed his arms around her. Told her that they were going to catch that son of a bitch and make sure he got the death penalty, but he figured it would only make his misery worse.
Sighing heavily he was thankful that Zack caught his attention. The still shaded shaded eyes followed his young friends every move. Jack was excite now. They had at least went a step forward, he had the motivation he need. Swinging the glasses off his blood shut eyes he cursed DAMN! As the light flooded his orbs causing him to squint. He shouldnt have gone out with those guys.
Pulling himself together the pulled out a glass with a specific bug he had found by the first victim. Based on this beauty. I can tell you that he has been buried in out spot for one and a half years. How ever the soil sample suggests that he was buried somewhere else before then. Maybe cam found something in the soft tissue?
Dr. Sweets
Just in time to hear Hodgins suggest Cam, Sweets came jogging down the stairs towards the platform. He swept his card quickly and handed Booth a stack of paper. Here is that profile that you wanted. Based on the facts we have found I would say we are dealing with someone who had a troubled childhood. Not at home though but with other kids. Maybe an outcast during his early years other then that I can only guess, She smiled lightly hoping Booth would be somewhat proud of it all.
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Booth sighed, aggravated by the overwhelming field of data that came suddenly from the nothingness. (Fair warning, I'm a scientific type so while I'm good with dominants, I halfway want Hodgins to start explaining what was used to clean the bones, lol) "Okay, okay! One at a time children!" he exclaimed, holding up both hands to silence the crowd.
"First, what the freak are you doing out of the psych ward? I thought we told you not to escape again! It looks really bad on your record and there's a good chance that even if I thank the ward for all your help, they're going to put you in a maximum security facility for people of a significantly higher degree of insanity then killing someone and letting your master eat their flesh!"
"Angela, calm down, go try and reconstruct the kitchen wound."
"Zack, how can you prove who did it when all you have is a murder weapon that thousands of people have?"
"Hodgins, thank you for the time frame, I'll start running that data through missing persons, again. Also, go drink some coffee and take a few Tylenol, it's never good to be so shit-faced at night you can't stand the light of day come morning!"
"Sweets, thanks for the report, we already knew the guy was some fucked up psycho... Go work on your book!"
"And you!" he exclaimed, looking to Brennan. "I need to speak with you in your office, now!"
Angela quickly nodded, almost at the verge of tears, understanding how emotionally flustered Booth was. She then looked over at Sweets, who she doubted would be in a good mood. She knew he cared heavily about what Booth thought of him and to dismiss him like that could be described in no other way but mean.... With a moment's consideration she looked around and grabbed him by the shoulder, before pulling him a long a few more steps and grabbing Hodgins in a similar manner, pulling them both quickly into her office. "Sweets, he didn't mean it... and Hodgins, Baby, I've got aspirin in my purse. Only take one, you're photosynsative enough that if you take more then that and you'll probably puke. I'm not in the mood to be cleaning it up..."
She then put both hands to her face and sighed. She needed to think about something besides the murder, just for a moment, so she changed topic to the first thing to come to mind with Hodgins standing there. "Sweets, how am I supposed to meet and hook the kind of people I like without sex? I understand you want me to become less physically intimate and become more emotionally intimate, but that's hard when you work a job not conducive to dating!"
Cameron gave an exasperated look upon entering the room just as Booth was telling everyone off. She took a deep breath, kept her feet firmly planted and informed in a loud voice, "Brennan, this is one of your freebies... I am officially blind for the day. Zack is not here and I am not directing him to come to my office immediately to discuss how we are going to get him back to his facilities without a major federal manhunt after him, understood?"
She then followed Angela's example, grabbing Zack by the arm and leading him into her office, shutting the door firmly behind her and glaring at the seat were he should very quickly put his ass if he didn't want trouble from her.
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Zack Abby was almost hurt that Booth was not happy to see him. At least had had started some chain of information he did not know how to reply to a now angry Booth.If you catch the killer and he has this specific knife I can match it. Like I said the knife being used for some of the stab wounds has two nicks that all the others should not have.He kept his calm, after all he had promised not to escape again. He was about to add something along the lines of, I will still be able to leave when Dr. Soroyan grabbed him by the arm and nearly pulled him into his office. The glare said everything and he immediately took a seat in the chair she was fixating on.I can get back in their with out being caught...its quite simple.
Booths tone was out of place in Hodgins mind, but he knew far better then to add into it. He was thankful that they had all been dismissed. The man figured there was nothing better then leave and let the other calm down, find his center. As Angela lead him and Sweets into her office her grumped a little at the fact that everything was still so light. Sweets was still shocked at how Booth had dismissed him in such an unfriendly fashion. He had been asked to make a profile, he did. It was not his fault that all that he could go on was obvious information. A frustrated sigh crossed his lips as Angela tried to make it into a different situation.I think he very much did...how am I supposed to come up with something none of us already know? I guess I could try pulling it out of my ass...He sighed once more sinking into the couch in her office.Its like he blames us for the lack of finding people...Hodgins added while rummaging threw Angelas purse and taking that single Aspirin.Thank you, Angela.He added kindly before sinking down besides Sweets.I dont know what tests to run anymore. We have done soil samples but the elements are to common in our areas. Not to mention I have brilliant stages of my beauty ranging from three years to six weeks depending on which child we take into perspective. The guy knows what he is doing and seems to be a step ahead of us. Not to mention did any of you notice the way he looked at Brennan before exploding?
Sweets how ever caught onto Angelas topic change and elbowed Hodgins in the side hoping that he would keep away from the current case.Angela, I want you to go out and mingle with new opportunities. Just instead of heading off to sleep with whom ever you wish to get to know. I want you to have a conversation, maybe go to dinner with out ending up in someone elses house. I want you to have your emotions set before you sleep with someone.He muttered trying to stay in a good mood while Hodgins did his best to ignore the troubling thought of someone else with his dream girl.
As Booth entered his rant Brennan smiled at Zack to insure him she was happy in seeing him around. He did not seem to catch it though. Biting he lip a little she tried to ignore the sudden upset looks that passed from person to person and could not help but focus on Angela for a moment. She seemed to catch on that it was best to get out of the FBI Agents way for the moment. Before the group left she managed to take out her cell phone trying to think of a way to help her best friend. Maybe she needed to have a lunch away from everything? Opening the phone she quickly added a sms in which she wrote Want to do lunch today? Just the two of us, somewhere no one can track us down? If yes 12:30?
Hopefully she could act normal enough to at least clear Angelas mind for an hour. As Booth suddenly turned to her while everyone was fleeing from the room she gasp at his tone for a moment.Fine, but dont talk to me like I was a dog!She launched back, before leading them up the stairs to her office.Calm Down! Its not our fault that there is not enough scientific evidence for us to bring better results! So stop fussing MY people!She nearly slammed the door closed behind the two of them, now losing the hysteric voice.What do you need?She was calm, and as friendly as her temper let her be.
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"Zack, really? Do you really think they won't notice you're missing? If you keep doing things like this they'll put you in a room with an orderly on guard duty constantly or they'll throw you in jail. Zack, you need to face the punishment for your crimes, it's part of being a member of society!" Cam exclaimed, hoping he would see logic and reason the same fashion she did rather then coming up with more elaborate escape plans.
"Seriously? Didn't you get the part where I basically said I don't have time to go out and meet people like normal human beings do? I tried having a normal boyfriend, he came to visit me at work ONCE and broke up with me before the end of the day. I can't really have a normal relationship with normal people as long as I work here! No one here is normal! And Hodgins, you said the bones had been cleaned with chemicals, what sort? Shouldn't that leave residue or whatever? I mean I know soap is almost impossible rinse out of a sponge, so wouldn't the microscopic part of soap be even harder to get rid of? Ehhh, I'm probably making absolute no sense what so ever!"
She then threw her hands up in the air before glancing down at her phone and picking it up to answer the text, murmerring, "Aww, Sweetie," before typing out a reply that, yes, she would love to have lunch somewhere remote.
"I need you to tell me you destroyed my sperm sample, for one," he replied, his whisper low. He could not bare the thought that maybe, some how, they could have a life like the one he'd imagined in his dreams. The sample existing gave far too large a platform to place his dreams upon. "And I need you to tell me you don't love me... It's just that ever since the coma, I've been so conflicted. I feel like none of my life is real and I'm now in the dream like that was reality and this is some nightmare where all I try and do is atone for sins. I just... I looking at you and I remember how much I cared for you there, in that world. Just help me remember what's real."