S01E06 – The Man in the Wall
Author Notes: This is my twenty-ninth story over all. (Look at me go.) I hope you've enjoyed all the other stories. (I know I have) (A lot).
This is set after S01E05 – The Boy in a Bush and after The Families in the Day Off.
Thank you for reading my head canon. By the way, I love reading reviews, they make me want to keep writing (*Very Subtle Hint*).
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Oh and I have to tell you guys this. Today I was checking to see if I had gotten any guest reviews and there was one that said 'stop creating slash stories with Booth and somebody. That's just disgusting. I think you are perverted.'
I laughed so hard at that my family thought I was having an attack. I actually cried from laughing too much.
And suki? If you want me to stop writing you're going the wrong way. Seeing narrow-minded people and their conceited ideas makes me want to keep writing, if only to imagine the disgusted look in your face.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of the characters (You would know if it was mine by the amount of slash).
Introduction
In which Angela and Brennan get high.
Doctor Temperance Brennan and Mister Zack Addy's Office
Jeffersonian Institute
Angela Montenegro entered her best friend's office carrying her coat; then, she stopped and stared at Temperance Brennan, who was at her desk working intently on her computer.
"Come on, honey. If we don't leave now, we won't get into the club."
"I'm just finishing up a few emails."
"On what?"
"My publisher wants to schedule a book tour. I'm just confirming dates."
"That can wait, sweetie."
The anthropologist got up from her desk and walked over to the coffee table to pick up a stack of papers to look over:
"There's a student that needs my help in identifying the cause of a fracture on a lateral epicondyle."
"TGIF. You heard of that?"
"Yeah, it's some kind of acronym. But my inbox is full."
"We both know that's not true, sweetie."
"There's a TV show that needs research. Not that they listen…"
"We're going." – Angela took the papers from Brennan's hand and started to guide her friend towards the exit. – "This is my last night before I have sex with Hodge, I need a distraction."
"I really should catalog that skull…" – She tried to turn back but the artist was having none of it. – "It's in the museum's exhibit on the French Revolution."
"Yeah, Pepé le Pew is more important that booze and boys."
"I don't think that's his name."
Angela dragged her friend out of the office.
"Come on!"
Basement Club
Washington D.C.
"All right, everybody. We're gonna keep it crunking here tonight. Tonight the Basement Club brings to you the number one DJ around town, DJ Rulz! Give it up!"
While hip-hop blasted in the club, Angela and Brennan were at the bar:
"Feels good, doesn't it? Being with people who are alive?"
"It's very stimulating, I have to admit."
"We are so gonna tear it up tonight."
"That's slang, right?"
"Right." – Angela nodded.
"Is my costume all right?"
"Sweetie, it's not a costume. It's a cute outfit. And yes, it looks perfect." – The artist took her best friend by the arm and led her to the dance floor. – "We are so getting checked out!"
"I love this music."
"Deejay Rulz, he is so hot."
"Angela!"
"I'm in a relationship but I'm not blind!"
Both laughed.
"It's so tribal."
"Don't say "tribal", sweetie."
"Why? Oh, because of all the black people?"
"Sweetie, just for tonight, have fun, stop dissecting and take part."
"African-Americans aren't the only ones with tribal heritage."
Even with the club's music set to an almost deafening tone, a nearby woman heard:
"You say we're natives of some tribe?"
"Anthropologically speaking, we're all members of tribes."
Another woman approached them:
"You better shut your mouth."
"I just meant hip-hop mirrors the direct visceral connection you see in tribal communication."
A man didn't understand what the anthropologist had said:
"What?"
"After the Cartesians split in the 17th century, we separated our mind from our bodies the numinous from the animalistic."
Woman number 1 turned hostile:
"Are you calling me an animal, fool?"
Another woman injected:
"No, fool. She's using Descartes' philosophy to say she's down with the music."
"Who you calling a fool, fool?"
Woman number 1 tried to shove Brennan, but the anthropologist reacted quickly and side stepped the attempt and pushed her aggressor to the ground.
A man grabbed Brennan's arm:
"You shouldn't have done that, bitch!"
Bones kicked the man hard. So hard he crashed into a wall and broke it open. A white powder spread into the room, falling over all the people watching. Angela licked some of it off her finger:
"Uh oh."
The crowd noticed something inside the wall.
"Yo, yo, yo. Check this out."
"What is it?"
Brennan looked into the opening and saw a mummified skeleton staring back.
Founding Fathers
Washington D.C.
Zack and Booth were having dinner when the agent's cell phone rang.
"A case, Seeley?"
The older man nodded and took the call:
"What? Where? Both of them? Be there in ten."
Meanwhile, Zack had ordered the check and paid it.
"What was that about?"
"Angela and Bones were affected by a cloud of something at the Basement Club, where, incidentally, is where they found a body."
The younger man sighed and called someone on cell phone:
"Wendell? Have you ever heard of the Basement Club?"
"Yeah, why?" – The blond squint responded.
"We have a case. I'll explain everything when we get there. Bring Vincent."
"See you."
Zack hung up and turned to his lover:
"I had a lovely time, Seeley. I'm sorry we got cut short."
Booth kissed his squint while walking to his car:
"I did too. Now let's catch us some murderers."
Zack laughed:
"Well, since you put it so nicely."