The Skull in the Sculpture Pt1
Two older men climbed over the fence and into junkyard. One man wore glasses with a long sleeve shirt along with a gray sweater with denim jeans, the other had a beard and a little more meat than the other. He wore a plaid shirt along with a brown light jacket with denim jeans and they both had in hand a bottle of beer.
They walked around looking at cars for car parts that they could steal that would seem worthy to them. They walked and found a crushed car with an untouched golden side mirror. The beard man gently unscrewed the side golden mirror removing slowly from the car. And that's when the crushed car started to bleed like a person. He pulled at the glass screen and became face to face with a bleeding skull face. They dropped their beer bottles and ran for their lives.
Near by a bar, a woman quickly got out of the yellow taxi hugging herself as the cold wind flew by. "Hey Angie. Sweets." Artemisia pulled her friend into a hug stealing her drink away from her clinking the drink with Sweets as a greeting before drowning it down.
"Misty Baby!" Angela screamed in excitement waving her hand wildly to the bartender to order more drinks. Angela is a beautiful young woman who found out she was married right before she was gonna get married. She finally got divorced and broke up with her soon-to-be-husband thus the reason she's drinking.
"Okay just to be clear, I asked you out for a drink to talk, not because I'm desperate for male company." Angela informs Sweets in one of her moods since she broke up.
"You think of me as male company?" Sweets says surprised and feeling a little bit cocky at the same time. "Who wouldn't? Look at that cute butt you have there." Artemisia says making him jump a little when she grabs his butt. Angela and Artemisia burst out laughing and giggling when they see the uncomfortable expression Sweets has on his face.
"Vodka up, please. Two." Artemisia orders from the bartender as he comes asking for our orders. "And our grandson here will have another of whatever that it." Angela points at Sweets drink. He declines but quickly changes his mind for one more. "I'm cabbing it." He decides.
"You just got divorced and broke up with your fiancé. It's totally understandable that you don't feel like sex." Sweets gets right into his psychologist mode. Angela ignores him and watches the crowd for a potential pray for the night.
"Oh, she feels like sex, alright." Artemisia watches amused. "Sex is what I feel like. Now I could jump Hodgins, but that doesn't seem fair somehow, don't you agree?"
"Well, what matter is that it doesn't seem fair to you." Sweets points out to Angela the truth. Artemisia cringles. "I hate it when shrinks do that." Artemisia couldn't agree more with Angela on that even watching him shrink her.
"Look, I've been alone now for quite a while, which is not like me." Angela explains trying to figure out the reason why.
"Yeah, well, when we open ourselves emotionally and get hurt we're reluctant to allow ourselves to be that vulnerable again." Even what Sweets said made her cringle.
Artemisia zones out ignoring their conversation, she was there to have a good time and ignore everything else in the world. Forget everything, just groove with life. She eyes a man whose had an eye on her since the second she's come through the door. She throws him a seductive smirk not approaching him. Artemisia never approach men, they must approach her first or they won't get a taste. No matter how strong she makes herself seems like, she's super insecure about everything but the facts when she's at work. That's the only thing in life that she would ever be sure about.
"To sex!" Angela cheers with Sweets and the entire bar seem to hear her and yells along with her. They spent the night drinking away their problems until Angela was too drunk to even walk. Artemisia sent her home in a cab, "You coming to my place?" Sweets ask as Artemisia closed the door to the yellow cab watching it disappear in the night. "Why not?" Art said hooking he arms together with Sweets and waving for a taxi.
Artemisia walks into her office with sunglasses on and her second cup of coffee in hand. "I am never drinking again." She said to herself knowing that, that wasn't the truth. "We have a body to examine." One of the intern's pop into her room to let her know.
"Looks like someone with a crooked nose was trying to get rid of our friend here." Artemisia half-yawned when Dr. Saroyan glared at the unprofessional behavior over a dead body. Artemisia responded with a sheepishly smile. "There's no way to know that the killer had a crooked nose." Brennan said confused at Artemisia's comment.
"You mean, the mob? It was a mob hit." Daisy, a new intern said in disbelief with a hint of fakeness in her tone.
"He clearly wasn't wearing a belt." Dr. Saroyan inputs making Artemisia smirk at the comment finding it a bit funny along with Hodgins, Angela's ex-soon-to-be-husband chuckling silently to himself.
"We're going to need the Jaws of Life to pry this guy out of here." He clears his throat and rubs his hands with excitement with his flashlight waving wildly. It was sad to see his excitement die with Brennan.
"It seems that any viable examination pre-extraction is impossible, unless somebody has X-ray vision." Daisy said in a joking manner laughing alone at her joke.
Even with the major headache Artemisia had, she focused on getting her work done. "The height of the nasal root points to a Caucasian." Artemisia said making sure that one of the interns was getting down the information.
"The large brow rid" Artemisia was going to continue but was quickly interrupted by their intern, Daisy. "The large brow ridge suggests a male." She said staring at Brennan with her work like she was waiting for a praise. Too sad for her that Brennan doesn't give out praise as much. "We need cause of death." There it goes, Brennan was not satisfied with her work just yet.
"What can be seen of the temporal, zygomatic, and frontal bones indicate that they're in multiple fragments, possibly from the crushing of the car." Daisy explains trying to find cause of death. Artemisia ignores everyone and does her own examination of the body and bones before her eye catches a familiar figure. She breaks away from the group not that they know she was gone and takes off her gloves disposing them in a bio-hazard waste bin.
"What's up? What did you find?" She asked holding out her hand for the file she had in her hand. "Nothing but loose ends. I don't know if you'll get anywhere with this information, Cherie." Artemisia doesn't listen to her, "It's better than nothing. Thank you, love." She said taking the file and heading to her office to set the file down. She opens a locked drawer and drop the files in there and locked it bringing the key with her. She headed back to the group and found that Angela had joined the rest of them.
"We shouldn't fear putting our hearts out there." Angela said taking Artemisia by surprise because it wasn't something that Angela would ever say. "Sweets?" Hodgins says his name like it's unbelievable.
"That's so beautiful." Daisy said unashamed that she was listening in on their conversation. "And so, inappropriate over a decomposing body." Artemisia cuts in seeing the look on their boss's face trying to warn them.
"Booth found out who delivered the car to the junkyard for crushing." Brennan informs the group as she walks by in a hurry before disappearing once again.
It was in the late afternoon after Artemisia was coming back from her lunch break with Sweets and an apple still in hand watching as Hodgins gets ready to cut the car in half only for that attention to be brought to Caroline and many people behind her. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Sorry. Cheri. Apparently, this is an historic piece of art." She informs the group and Hodgins has a huge disappointment display on his face. He was really looking forward to cutting the car in half.
"It's a hard car shell with a gooey corpse filling." Hodgins argues finding no art in such a piece of junk.
"I've already collected textile, tissue and bone samples." Daisy says with a bubbly character.
"There was no need of that since I had already done that but hey, I guess you're just doing extra work." Artemisia informs her as she walks closer to the group.
"That was before I got here. Here on in, this is an historic piece of art. These fine people persuaded a judge of that and got a temporary injunction." Caroline said walking around the piece of junk.
"It's a crime scene." Artemisia exclaimed. "Not until proven." Artemisia shakes her head and heads to her office. "Oh, this suck." She hears Hodgins whine before closing the door to her office.
Artemisia sat in her chair with a folder covering her head as she laid back trying to relax and ignoring the itching feeling she had to dig up that file and re-read all the facts all over again. She did it anyways, that locker drawer became unlocked and that file was out once again. A Filipino-Mexican family killed in their own homes.
Artemisia could remember to date and the big house with white fences and a bright red door. It gave such a homey feeling and warmth but now when she looks back all she could feel was death and the dirt that she had to dig out of.
"Art! Come on! Mom and dad are waiting!" Shabina, her twin sister yelled from the bottom of the stairs. A 12-year-old Artemisia hurried and skip down the steps coming down, "I'm coming." She yelled racing out the door in her robot costume for Halloween.
The scene changed to a 13-year-old Artemisia trying to sneak out of the house only to be caught by her mother. "Where do you think, you're going Art?" Her mother sat on the couch facing the stairs. She turned on the lamp when Art reached the door. "Haha… Just checking if the door's lock mom. I'm going back to bed now." Artemisia ran back up the stairs and into her room and found Shabina giggling at her. "I told you, she would catch you. She always does." Shabina says giggling to herself. "You're so dead." Artemisia said jumping on the bed and tickling her.
Shots fired woke the entire house. It was late at night, 15-year-old Artemisia and Shabina both got up and could feel the movement in the house. Another shot was fired and a body dropped to the ground. "Art, I'm scared." Shabina said holding onto Artemisia. "It's okay." Artemisia said trying to comfort her sister but then two men barges into their room wearing face masks. One of each grab one another of the girls. "Take her." The man said pointing to Shabina. They grabbed her and took her out of the room. Artemisia could remember her sister crying for her to help her but Artemisia couldn't do anything. She kicked, punched and fought and fought and she still couldn't get freed.
They grabbed Artemisia and threw her into a big box containing her older sister and brother both dead. They throw a lid on top and started to bury them. Artemisia screamed for help and no one came, she was just using extra oxygen. She had to dig herself out of that grave and she did but she would never forget the fear she felt being buried all alone. When she did come out, she could remember the sunlight she felt burning on her skin and a shadow figure standing in front of her with a gun pointed at her head only she passed out and the next time she woke up she was in a hospital.