Ah I've gotten my hand back in writing. This will be a multichapter that will start off boring, but I promise that it will pick up some steam and prove to be interesting. I can't promise regular updates as the semesteris winding down, but a the holiday approaches there will be more updates. Feel free to let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (trust me I am poor) and any technical mistakes with geography and stuff like that are my fault. Find them and let me know, if there are any that is.

Body in the Pond

Prologue

Just outside of Fayetteville, North Carolina
10.26 EST

The wind howled as they crossed the open field, whipping long coats, hair and ties and dizzying patterns in the air. Booth swatted his tie from his face angrily for the third time in the past three minutes, though this time just barely missing his face. His partner, Doctor Temperance Brennan, laughed at his actions.

"I'm glad you think this is funny," said Booth angrily. He pulled the silk tie from around his neck and stuck it in the deep pockets of his coat. "Glad everything is one big joke."

"I told you to stop for coffee on the way, but you insisted we get here as soon as possible. Like a five minute coffee stop would make a big difference." They had been on since four that morning, taking a flight to a small airport in Fayetteville, North Carolina, and then driving to an empty field, near which the body was supposedly located.

"Just… never mind." They continued crossing the field until they came upon the sheriff, dressed in a forest green shirt.

"You two from the FBI?" he asked upon noticing them. Booth removed his badge from his jacket pocket and showed the sheriff.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth, and this is my partner—"

"Doctor Temperance Brennan," she finished for herself, sending a glare towards Booth.

"Okay then. Well the body is just beyond the clearing. If you would follow me…" The deputy moved forward and Booth and Brennan followed in his wake. They came to a small pond in a clearing just beyond the makeshift parking lot. Brennan could see at the edge where a body lay, a few technicians milled around. "Body's all yours Doc." Brennan placed her kit down near the body and she put on gloves.

"Well this smells great," commented Booth with a disgusted look on his face.

"Body's in the last stage of decomposition. The victim is an adult male, mid twenties to early thirties. There is some soft tissue. Hodgins can get a sample and maybe get a hit on the DNA."

"Any signs of COD?" questioned Booth.

"There seem to be possible gunshot entry wounds, but I can't tell just now. We'll pack up the remains and some water and soil samples for analysis and have it sent back to the Jeffersonian."

Booth whistled then clapped his hands together. "You heard the Squint, chop chop."

Washington D.C
9.30 EST

Hodgins removed the last rubber band from the now empty pack of one hundred. He lined up his shot and flung the piece of rubber across the platform, only to land beside Dr. Zach Addy.

"You missed," replied his colleague, without removing his gaze from the sample under the microscope.

"Thanks for the stunning report Captain Obvious. Why are you doing work? It's a Monday and Doctor Brennan isn't even here yet. We should be taking advantage of this."

"Speaking of, where is Bren?" asked the passing Angela.

"I haven't seen her. I've been working on the remains from limbo all morning."

Angela stopped and turned to Hodgins. "She's not in her office… did she show up today?"

Hodgins turned to Angela. "I haven't seen her." As if on cue, Angela's cell phone rang.

"She must have like a camera on us or something," said Angela as she read the caller ID and scanned the lab for the sight of her best friend. "Hello… yup.. oh thanks for telling us… yeah they are working… okay see you later." Angela returned the phone to her pocket. "She's in North Carolina with Booth; apparently their expertise was called upon early this morning. She and Booth will be back in a few hours with the remains."