Here's one of my new stories, it's a prequel to Special officer Booth, I presume. If you haven't read, I would subject you read this first.
Special thanks to my beta-reader B/B forever. Enjoy!
When Zach met Melinda...
(Two months before "Special officer Booth I presume?")
1. What Bones do for you?
They had worked on a case; they had found bones from the early Neolithicum. Dr. Goodman had been out of town, and there was no one who had the expertise to look at the bones. Zach had found out the human probably hadn't lived for the hunt. He looked around in the lab, everybody had left the lab.
A girl entered through the doors. She wore a short skirt; a t-shirt and her hair was pulled in a very tight ponytail. Her hair was as brown as Brennan's and her eyes were very blue. He had never seen such blue eyes, the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He was lost in her eyes; he didn't even notice she was standing right in front of him. She was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, but he was not able to react.
"Mr. Addy?" Melinda asked, "Mr. Addy!" Zach looked surprised
.
"Miss..." He looked at her, again looking in her blue eyes. She looked at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" Melinda asked "Hadn't they told you, I'd come."
"They said an archaeologist was coming," Zach looked at her, staring at her eyes once more.
"What do I look like?" Melinda looked very strict. "I have a PhD in Archaeology and some more, the Jeffersonian asked me to look at some bones from the Neolithicum. In what state did you find the body?"
"Buried in a morass." Melinda took a look at the bones.
"Are you sure? The aria should be in a better state. The body is total decomposed. They should be like the veen bodies. You know?" Melinda looked at Zach.
"Yes, bodies found in a morass. They were in a perfect stage for their age. The humidity sped up the decomposition process," Zach looked at Melinda.
"Melinda Ryan," She shook his hand. "Well, you know your archeology."
"Yeah, Love it," Zach smiled at her.
"Well, I think these bones were not in the morass forever. Are they doing diggings there?" Melinda stood up and walked around in the lab.
"Yeah, they are still doing that," Zach said.
"Well, well," Melinda looked closer to the bones "Well, it's hard for me to put a conclusion out of this. The context is gone. But the first look I would say this is a secondary burying."
Zach looked confused, "It's a term, they display the bones first to weather, animals. Later they bury the bones," Zach nodded at this. "There are cuttings on the bones, I don't know if it is ritual or cannibalism. My prof would say that it is something they do. But I'm not going for that. There are teeth marks; I can't tell if they're made by humans."
"Maybe the marks were made by some kind of animal?" Zach asked
"Possible,"
Zach looked at her. She's so beautiful, Zach thought. "Dr. Ryan, can't you tell me anything more?"
"My father is called that," Melinda smiled, "I can't tell more until the diggings are complete."
She stood up and walked away.
"Just wait a little," Zach said while walking to her.
"What's wrong Dr. Addy?" Melinda said smiling.
"That's my father's name," He said, smiling at her, "My name is Zach. Want to grab lunch?"
"Sorry, I have to go," Melinda said, "I have somewhere to be."
"Have you eaten?" Zach asked.
"No," Melinda looked at him. "Well, maybe, Okay. But fast. I really have to be somewhere."
She sat at a table over in the corner at Sid's, Melinda looked at him.
"What's going on?" Melinda asked "The guy just came, and went away. I didn't order anything."
"Well, Sid knows exactly what you want," Zach smiled.
"Amazing," Melinda smiled.
"So what's your experience?" Zach asked.
"Well, I was at NY University, I was a pre med. Did some archaeology study, and some anthropology. I was a kid without direction in life. I graduated 3 years ago in everything. Wrote a thesis in old myths, hysteria and crime." Melinda said "Worked in New York, for the FBI. I dated Evan Mcmillegan. Got pregnant, and started with field experience. Peru, Egypt, Russia. I worked on the diggings of the Ice princess." Melinda stopped talking.
"I read that. I quote: 'Because myths aren't responsible for our actions. We blame ourselves, but hysteria and only hysteria lead to crime. Not the idea of an older environment. Hysteria is what drives, us makes us see what we want to see. It gives us the idea. We blame voices in our head; the hysteria takes us over, and leaves us powerless. For the legend will take us to a place where we are not responsible for our actions.'"
"You read it," Melinda smiled. "Didn't you think it was boring?"
"Nah," Zach said " 'for aliens abductions are made up by the human mind. The hysteria brings over the phenomena, and spreads the story. People will blame everything on it. Again hysteria creates panic, panic creates chaos. And the chaos leads to crime.' Brilliant."
"I didn't like it," Melinda replied. She laughed, "I liked the subject, but later I started to dislike it. That's what happens when you work too long on something."
"Tell me about it," Zach smiled and looked at her ocean blue eyes; he could drown in her beautiful eyes. "So you have a kid?"
"Prudence," Melinda replied, "She's 2," She took a picture from her purse. Zach took it from her, and saw the little girl. Prue shared her mother's ocean blue gorgeous eyes. She had the same dark brown hair, and was like a little copy of her mother. On the photo she was wearing a shirt with a smiling face on it.
"So you and Evan are probably married?" Zach looked a little away from her eyes; he wanted to ask her on a date, but not if she had a husband.
"We were married," Melinda replied.
"Divorced?"Zach asked while looking at her.
"No, he's dead. He died when I was pregnant with Prue. An accident on the field, he was shot during a fieldwork." Melinda drank from her glass of wine. It tasted a little sour, sourer than she liked her wine. But she liked it. She didn't know why.
Zach looked at her sipping from her glass of wine. Their food arrived at the table. Melinda had some couscous with vegetables. She pricked her fork in a carrot. It looked kind of tasty. Zach had some noodles on his plate, with some vegetables.
"You don't eat meat," Zach looked at her plate.
"I'm a vegetarian. In the line of field, I've seen to much cannibalism. I just promised myself, not to eat any meat. As in never again." Melinda replied. "I've been better since."
Zach smiled at her. She glanced at her watch. "Is it that late? I've got to go," She took her purse, wanting to take money out of it. Zach put his hand on hers.
"I've got it," He went to Sid and slipped him the money, turned right back to her and smiled.
"Thanks," Melinda touched Zach's hand. Their eyes met very fast. Melinda let her keys fell on the floor. Zach ducked against the floor, and Melinda bumped Zach. He took her keys.
"Sorry," She smiled a little. He gave her the keys, and their eyes met again. He glanced at her, smiling a little. With his hands Zach cupped Melinda's face, bringing her face to his. His lips brushed hers. She stood on the tips of her toes. Zach deepened the kiss.
Suddenly her cell phone went. She picked it up. "Ryan."
Zach watched her talk on the phone. He had just kissed Melinda; he felt something for the girl he just met. Melinda Ryan. The girl he fell for instantly. Love on first sight. He didn't believe in it. But now he felt something for her. Melinda walked up to him.
"I'm sorry, Zach. I've got to go," She kissed him on the cheek.
"When do I see you again, Mel?" Zach said
"What do you see, tomorrow night? The diner. Let's just say 8 pm?"
"Okay." Zach gave her his cell phone number. She handed him a small piece of paper with her number on it.
Melinda walked out of Sid's.
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