Well one marathon of Bones and a werewolf obsession later, this happened... so enjoy please, and review. Tell me if I should continue this or not. Please *puppy dog eyes* I'll give everyone who reviews a cookie.
Dr. Jack Hodgins had always been on the fine line between normal and non-normal. The fasination he had in his job, his family he didn't want to be around or a part of, his once paranoid obbsession that the government was even more corupt then everyone already knew. But that wasn't what made him not normal, by his standers. It was the fact in the year 1995, he should have died in the middle of a forest, during a one of the worst storms in the state of Illinois. Crushed by a tree, none the less.
But now in 2011, nearly 16 years later, he's perfectly healthy, with a loving wife, a beautiful one year old son, and another child on the way. It was perfect... except that it wasn't. The panic hidden under a mask of calm whenever something on a case reminded him of that day, or the nagging feeling that came to his mind when ever he thought of that night. He didn't have to face that secret for 16 years. Not until now.
"Vic was found by 18 year old Nadia James early this morning," Booth informed Bones as they entered the crime scene, which was blocked off. There was a body, well part of a body, lying on the muddy ground, the victum's upper body was covered in a bloody red tanktop, the flesh still, mostly, intacted. The forensic antropologist could make out the various tattoos covering the female's body, though some were falling off. "Why am I here, this is a body, there are no bones," Dr. Brennen asked Booth.
A short man walked up to the two. "We found the rest of the body," The man told them. He led the partners about two miles north where there was a skull, stripped of all it's flesh and organs. It was stained with blood, but other than that perfectly unharmed. "The arms were found two miles east and west of the torso, and the legs were also two miles southwest and south east." Brennen crouched down next to the skull, picking it up and examing it.
"High cheek bones suggest our victim is of Native American decent. They were female, most likely in their early 30s, from what I could tell from they body. Consent remodeling of the skull indicates..." she trailed off with no explination for the remodeling of the skull. "She maybe was a fighter when she was younger, but she would have to have been facing a man one hundred time larger than her."
"Cause of death?" Booth asked her.
"Unknown."
"Get this all back to the Jeffersonian."