Bones, Brains and...Love?
Chapter 1: First Impressions
I am way in over my head. I had applied and gotten a job working for Dr. Temperance Brennan. As I sat in her office, I looked around. On the table in front of me was a file. I looked around. No-one was there. I picked it up. It had no name on the front.
"Must be a John Doe." I thought. As I open it, I gasp. It was my file. There was a recent picture of me inside. I'm tallish, around 5'10. I'm normal sized, not to skinny, not to crurvy. I have long, brown hair with black streaks in it. My eyes are grey and green. People always comment on my eyes. It's not like one is green and the others grey. They're both green with flecks of grey. Freaky, huh? My mother used to say it looked like the sea during a storm. I have very red lips and am painfully white. In the picture, I'm wearing a black tank-top with a lacy black cardigan and denim shorts. I look so sad. I look away from the photo and see what it says.
Name: Willow Elizabeth Mosse
Age: 21
Birth date: 21st July
School's attended: St Margret's Primary
St Oliver Beckets Senior School
Trinity College Dublin
Nationality: British
I only get that far when I hear a throat being cleared at the doorway. I look up to seeDr. Brennan standing in the doorway. She walks in and sits behind her desk. She looks at me for a few minutes. I start to flush bright red.
"Is something wrong Dr. Brennan? I was supposed to see you today. It's my first day at this job...I'm you're new, second assistant. I was given a card and lab coat and told to come to this office and wait." I babble. She glances down at the file in my hands. I drop it like it's on fire.
"I'm so sorry. It was there and I didn't know what to do. I thought it might be a case and I could help. I haven't read it properly yet." I'm starting to panic now. She isn't saying anything!
"I know. I've been watching you from outside since you came in. If you want the actual case file, here it is. See what you can make of it." She hands me the file. I open it and read the report. It's a photo of a body, in late stages of decomposition. He is covered in maggots and has rotted clothes on him.
"Caucasian male, late adolescent to early thirties. Cut marks along upper rib-cage show he was stabbed. He has been dead, maybe three weeks to a month. He is well preserved so I would assume he was found in a cool place, possibly covered with something. That sheltered him from weathering during the decomposition time. Wait, he has wearing on his ankles and wrists, suggesting he was bound. The bones are deteriorated which lead me to assume he was bound in the same position for some time. Stress marks on his jaw could mean he was screaming and in pain which means he wasn't sedated." I pause, gulping a little. "He was stabbed with a nine inch blade with a curve on the top and to points, like a snake tongue. I'm sure there is more but the pictures hide much more than anyone really guesses." I smile weakly handing her back the file.
"Well done Ms. Mosse. I see I made the right decision hiring you." Dr. Brennan smiles.
"Please. Call me Willow." I grin.