Title: The Veterinarian in Hot Water
Summary: A body is discovered, reduced to bones and ash, at aVeterinary College in Mississippi
Pairings: B/B UST, A/H UST, maybe more than UST for either later… we'll see where the muse takes me
Time frame: post S04E11- The Bone that Blew
Spoilers: Nothing other than the general plot of the TV show through The Bone that Blew
Rating: T (not gonna write anything you wouldn't see or hear on the TV show)
Legalese: How do those Law & Order episodes always start… "While inspired in part by recent events, the story depicted is entirely fictional and not meant to portray any specific individual or situation."
All characters are not mine (except me, one of the interns in this story is based loosely off of some of my experiences, and I'm certainly mine… wait, that didn't make sense…) and this is entirely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.
The Veterinarian in Hot Water
Prologue
Booth took his time. His aim was precise. He concentrated on his human target, the spot right between the eyes. He calculated for wind vectors, movement of the target, and the natural curvature of the course of the projectile. He took a deep breath and fired.
His pointer finger made direct contact with the paper football held in place between the pointer finger of his other hand and the clipboard on his lap. It coursed with deadly precision and hit Sweets squarely between the eyes. Booth threw his arms up triumphantly.
"Home run!" His partner, seated next to him, announced proudly.
"No, Bones. It's 'field goal'. You know, paper football." He corrected.
"Really? Then which one is 'home run'?"
"Baseball, Bones, baseball. The one with the bat and the bases."
"Oh." She nodded, mentally cataloguing the fact.
Sweets, who had seen the paper assault coming a mile away, had not even changed his facial expression until now. "Agent Booth, that was not what I meant by 'putting your goals to paper'."
"Ya see Sweets, I just don't see the point in writing down our New Year Resolutions." Booth argued. Just then his cell phone rang. An expression just short of pure glee crossed his face as he checked the caller ID. "I gotta take this." He smiled and answered the phone, "Special Agent Booth."
"I think this means we have a case." Bones smiled with mock politeness at the therapist.
"Bones, we've got a case." Booth announced as he stood, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, and began putting it on. "Sorry Sweets, gotta go."
Sweets stood, opened his mouth to make an objection, then closed it as he realized that they were already half way out the door.
"That was an excellent display of marksmanship, Booth." Brennan's voice could be heard trailing off as the door to Sweets' office closed.
The slightly disheartened therapist picked up the clip boards off the agents' seats and removed the piece of paper still attached to Brennan's. A look of curiosity crossed his face. He quickly found Booth's paper football on the ground and unfolded the paper. A large smile began to tug at the corners of his lips.
