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Bones

Season 2 Episode1

"The Girl in the Cave"

"Temperance, Temperance, Temperance!" Special Agent Seeley Booth ran through the glass laboratory doors, his heels clicking as he went. Two barriers stopped him from going any further until he swiped his pass card and then he could enter the main lab. He skipped towards the woman hovering over the examination table in the centre of the room. Dr. Temperance Brennan was examining a rotted corpse and she didn't even lift her head when her colleague entered. "I told you, Booth," she said to him, "you can't rush science." The remnants of the person on the table were creating a stench which made Booth pull a face as he approached. "I may not be able to rush science," he replied, "but I can rush you. And I'm telling you, Bones, we need those results pronto." Brennan looked up for the first time at the impatient FBI agent. He had ruffled brown hair with deep brown eyes and was wearing a rather expensive looking suit. Apparently he was expecting a victory in court as that was when his best suits came out. "Don't stress me out!" she told him as she returned to the remains. From what Booth could see, she was already stressed out. Her short brown hair was tied back into a scraggly bun and the sleeves of her lab coat were pushed up around her elbows. A young lab assistant came up behind Booth and added, "You really don't want to stress her out. She might explode."

"Zack," Brennan warned her assistant. He was very useful when cleaning bones but when it came to social skills, Zack was some what lacking. "Okay, okay," Booth subsided, "I'll let you do your squint thing. I promise not to interfere."

"Much appreciated," Brennan answered. She knew he meant well and that he was probably being pressured by his bosses but these things took time and even she couldn't change that. "From the shape of the pelvis and the length of the breast bone, I would say that we have a young woman, aged between eighteen and twenty-five," she dictated to Zack as she examined the body. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Booth standing with his arms crossed, repeatedly checking his watch. "It looks like the cause of death was excessive exposure to fire," she continued; opening the mouth she grabbed a mini torch and had a look around. Booth watched intently. Even though he was up against deadlines, he still loved to watch her work. There was no-one like her. At least not for miles anyway. A puzzled look spread across Brennan's face as she examined the corpse's mouth. "Bones?" he asked approaching her, "what is it?"

"I'm not sure," she replied, "it looks like the remnants of something. I'm not sure what." Another member of the lab staff came to the table and said, "Looks like you require my mighty skills."

"Hodgins, can you take a sample of this and see if you can analyse it?" she asked.

"And make it snappy!" Booth added. Hodgins gave him a funny look before trying to remove some of the substance in the girl's mouth. Brennan manoeuvred herself in front of the computer screen that showed a magnified view of a section of bone. "Booth, why exactly are you here?" she asked as he followed her.

"Err Bones, I don't know if you noticed but this is my job. I investigate murders et cetera," he replied with a sarcastic tone.

"I'm the smart one, remember?" she said, "and what I meant was, the FBI was sending over an agent from England to investigate the case." Booth thought that maybe he'd misheard her. How was it, that Bones knew things about the FBI before he did? At his puzzled look, she explained, "We believe that this girl maybe one of the three people who went missing in London a few months ago. I should be able to confirm the date of death soon but the FBI wanted an English agent here to help." Booth looked less than happy. "Why do we need help from the English?" he asked, "I mean we dress better, we have better facilities and we pronounce migraine properly." When his rant had finished, the voice of an English woman came from behind him. "Actually, it's migraine and you're giving me one with all this raving about the English." Booth spun around to see a small woman with dark brown hair standing in front of him. "Surely you should know better, Seeley."

Opening Credits

Emily Deschanel as Dr. Temperance Brennan

David Boreanaz as S.A Seeley Booth

Michaela Conlin as Angela Montenegro

T.J Thyne as Dr. Jack Hodgins

Eric Millegan as Zack Addy

Jonathan Adams as Dr. Daniel Goodman

Rachel Weisz as S.A Trinity Ellis

And

Johnny Depp as James McCormack

Seeley Booth gazed in surprise at the woman who stood before him. "Who's this?" Temperance asked as she stood next to him.

"Special Agent Trinity Ellis," she introduced herself, "I assume you're Dr. Temperance Brennan?" Brennan nodded. Booth was a lot quieter than usual and was playing with the elastic band ball in his hand. "I'm guessing you're the English agent that they're sending over," he said to Trinity. She nodded and smiled. "It's been a while," she replied.

"So you too know each other?" Brennan asked her; still unsure of what was going on. Booth turned to face her. "Me and Elle used to work together before she went back to England. We were partners for years," he explained. This came as a bit of a surprise to Brennan because it had taken him long enough to accept her as his partner and she wasn't involved in every case. The trio stood for a minute in silence before a pretty Asian girl approached them. "So is this game of musical statues a private game or can any one join in?" Brennan was the first to move. "Angela Montenegro, this is Special Agent Trinity Ellis from England," she introduced them. They moved towards the corpse again and Brennan instructed Angela to produce an image of what the woman used to look like. The sooner they worked out what had happened to her, the better. God knows what had gone on between Booth and Ellis but she was determined to find out.

Booth tried to read Brennan's autopsy report while driving down the causeway in downtown DC. No matter what anyone else said, he could multitask as well as any woman. Trinity didn't seem to think so. She grabbed the report of him and received a dirty look. "Come on, Seeley," she said, "I didn't come all this way to get mowed over on the causeway because you weren't watching where you were going." As she looked at him, he seemed so uncomfortable and she could see it would get in the way. "Listen, is there something wrong?" she asked him.

"Like what?"

"Like this weird mood that you're in. You're acting as though I'm someone you hate not someone that you used to work with." Booth looked at her and noticed real concern. But just before he had chance to answer, his cell vibrated furiously in his jacket pocket. It was Brennan. "Hey Bones. What's up?"

"Hey Booth. It seems that the body we have is one of the missing people."

"Well at least we've found her now."

"There's something else. The remnants that we found inside her mouth show that she didn't die in the fire."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that she was gassed to death before she was set on fire." Booth pulled a face. He could never get used to these strange murders that Bones investigated. "So who is our crispy duck?" he asked.

"Our victim is twenty year old Melissa Stanford. Her and her friends had gone on a boat trip off the English shores when they just disappeared." Twenty years old. The number ran round in Booth's head. That was no age at all. When he was a sniper, he'd killed all sorts of people, but no-one that young. When he'd finished the conversation, they'd almost reached FBI HQ and he slammed down the handbrake, spinning the car one hundred and eighty degrees so they were now facing the opposite direction. "Bloody hell, Seeley!" Trinity shouted at him when they'd stopped moving, "Are you determined to kill both of us?" He smiled at her for the first time since she'd arrived. "Come on, Elle. Put a little spice into your life."

Brennan entered the dimly lit room with the only light coming from the Angelator in the centre of the room. It was Angela's own invention that could create 3D images and scenarios of murders by inputting certain statistics. She couldn't understand how the artist could spend so much time in the dark. She needed to be outside which was why she liked to go out with Booth when he went to question suspects. Angela was walking round the large image generator with a small PDA in her hand. As she entered the information, the image of a young girl appeared in lights. She was very pretty, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. "That's her," said Brennan, "that's Melissa." Angela sighed. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"You okay Ange?"

"Yeah, I just can't get used to all these young people being murdered." Angela was so sensitive that it hit her hard. Brennan on the other hand had learnt to keep the identity of the victim out of her mind so that she didn't get emotionally involved. "So anyway. What's with the English chick?" Angela changed the subject. It was Brennan's turn to sigh. "She's just some woman that Booth used to work with." Angela gave her an I'm not convinced look. "Come on, Brennan," she said, "surely you can see something else there." Brennan shrugged. She'd never been very good at analysing social situations. "They've obviously been involved," Angela told her.

"Well I told you. They worked together."

"No Brennan. I mean they were involved." It suddenly dawned on her what Angela meant. The thought hadn't actually crossed her mind. Booth didn't seem the type to become involved with a colleague but maybe she didn't know him that well. "Come on Brennan. Surely you noticed," Angela said to her.

"Actually, I hadn't."

"Listen, I'm sure it was a long time ago and that they've both moved on." Brennan nodded her head and turned back to her notes. Angela smiled uneasily. This was going to be an uncomfortable case.

In the main room of the Jeffersonian, Dr. Goodman strolled past the main desk whilst flicking through a pile of papers. He was so busy that he walked straight into the person stood at the desk. "Oh I'm so sorry," Goodman apologised to the man in front of him. He had a head of thick, black hair and wore a strange brown suit with a neck scarf. "Oh that's not a problem," the stranger replied with a broad Scottish accent. Once he'd helped Goodman pick up his papers, he asked, "Excuse me sir, but is this the Jeffersonian?"

"Yes it is. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Err yes actually. I'm looking for Trinity Ellis. She's an FBI agent and she's supposed to be helping here." Goodman smiled and nodded. "Yes of course. Well I'm not sure she's here at the moment but I can take you to where she's working. I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name."

"James McCormack. I'm a …friend of Trinity's." As they entered Brennan's lab, Hodgins ran past before backing up when he noticed the stranger. "Mmm surely not another FBI agent? I tell you what, they don't trust us one bit." Goodman raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Hodgins," he warned him, "have you seen our English friend?" Hodgins laughed as he set up a slide under the microscope. "She's still out with Booth. If you ask me something's definitely going on there." He noticed the perturbed look on the newcomer's face. That was strange. Dr. Goodman left the men stood in the middle of the lab and as Hodgins turned to look through his microscope again he said, "You can stay here and wait for her if you want." James nodded and smiled as he removed a small leather book from his coat pocket.

Brennan had spent the last hour or so with Angela trying to work out how Melissa had been gassed. Even she was feeling nauseous and she couldn't help looking at the picture Angela had created. Melissa had been so young and now her life had been cut tragically short by… Brennan's trail of thought was interrupted as she walked head first into a pair of feet. She pulled a funny face as she stared at the pair of floating brown shoes in front of her. It took her a few seconds to notice the shoes were attached to a pair of legs dangling above her head. As she glanced upwards, she spotted a man sat on the beam running just above the lab. He appeared to be writing something but she just shrugged and walked over to Hodgins and Zack. "So how've you been doing? Any idea what it was that killed our victim?" she asked. Zack replied quickly, "I've cleaned all the bones and I didn't see anything unusual. You can check if you'd like."

"Maybe, but only if we can't find any other leads," she replied, "Hodgins, what about you?" Hodgins gave her a funny look. "Well, I got a bit distracted by Mary Poppins up there." Brennan glanced back up. "I don't know what that means." Zack opened his mouth to explain before Brennan interrupted, "and I don't really need to know either."

"So who's the hunk hanging from the rafters?" Angela approached the group whilst staring at the stranger above them. Brennan shrugged. "Apparently, he's here to see Agent Ellis," Hodgins said in the tone he used when he suspected something was afoot. As the group below him got bigger, James sat out of the way above them, just writing in his book like he always did. Scientists fascinated him; they were so smart and yet didn't seem to understand the outside world. The one who seemed to be the head scientist appeared to be the furthest away from everyone else. She'd be perfect for a character, he thought as he scribbled down some more notes. "I told you not to get the extra onion rings. You never finish the wings." James recognised Trinity's voice immediately and gazed down as she walked in the room, arguing with some guy. Booth had a bucket of Buffalo wings in his hand, which he tried to balance as he searched for his pass card. Trinity grabbed the bucket off him and when he'd swiped the card, they entered the main lab. She held out the wings to give back to Booth when some one dropped down in front of her. As she recognised him, she threw the bucket up in the air. Buffalo wings scattered round the lab, startling the group of scientists. "And they say Buffalos don't have wings," said Booth as a piece landed next to him. "James!" she exclaimed, hugging the man in front of her, "what are you doing here?" James smiled as she hugged him and replied, "Just thought I'd come and see how you're doing."

"You came all the way from Scotland to see how I was doing?" James smiled again and raised an eyebrow. He leant forward and whispered in her ear, "I've got a surprise for you. For later." Trinity suddenly realised that Booth, Brennan and her gang were stood watching. "So are you going to introduce us?" Angela asked, moving closer.

"Err, this is, James. He's a writer." Angela stepped closer. "Does James have a second name?"

"McCormack," he replied with a smile. Brennan appeared next to them. "James McCormack the writer?" she asked.

"Wow Bones your powers of deduction are incredible," said Booth in an off tone. Brennan frowned. "I just meant… I've read some of your books. They're intriguing."

"Dr. Brennan?"