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Booth rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he ran up the stairs to check up on Bones' and the Squints' progress on the latest case. Having been called to the FBI office in regards to another case upon his arrival at the crime scene, Booth had yet to set his eyes on the scene and the body since he had simply dropped Bones off.
"So what have you got for me Bones?" He asked as he stood next to Hodgins, but looking across to where Brennan was putting on a clean pair of gloves.
"So far preliminary study has revealed that the victim was a female, aged in her young teens to early 20s. She was killed almost a week ago. It seems the killer threw her off the bridge into the water. Her skeleton shows fractures consistent with a fall. However, look at her neck."
Booth felt the hairs on his neck stand up at the mention of her neck. Nevertheless he moved closer and focused on where she was pointing. He paled in shock as he recognized the injuries.
"She's also been drained of all of her blood," Cam added.
Booth quickly fought to regain his composure.
"Angela and her intern will soon study the flashdrive that was found shoved down her throat in a waterproof plastic bag, after the intern gets her security clearance finalised," Cam explained.
"Already here! Where's A…?" A chirpy female voice caught their attention from behind Angel, but died as the FBI agent turned around, so quickly that his hip hit the examination table.
"Oh. My. God."
Booth took a step back into the table, forgetting the body, his hands held up in defence. "Wait. It's not what-"
"What I think? Well, you sure don't look dead to me! That's what I think!"
Despite the situation, Booth grinned at the sight of the angry red-head standing with her hands on her hips.
"It's not funny! Buffy, Cordy, Faith…you're going to be dead when they find out!" She exclaimed.
"Well then don't tell them," Booth shrugged.
"Don't tell us that you're alive? You are kidding, right?
Booth winced as he turned around. Willow sighed and walked past Booth towards her future colleagues. "She's your problem Angel. I have work to…do. Oh my God. Faith! It's Cynthia!"
"Are you sure you know this girl?" Brennan asked, surprised.
"Uh huh. She was a friend of ours. She had moved here just last week on an assignment."
"Poor kid, she should've waited for me before starting. Yeah, yeah I know Angel, it wasn't my fault. But that doesn't change the fact that the bastard who did this is going to get his ass kicked."
Booth closed his mouth, looking in admiration at the brunette Slayer.
"Hey, is my new intern, Willow, here yet?" Everyone turned to watch Angela walk into the room. She took one glance at the newcomers and her stunned workmates and friends, frowning at the intense tension.
"So what's going on this time?"