Author's note: I've been reading a lot of eraser stories lately, so I decided to write one of my own. I haven't seen too many mature eraser stories, and since I like the smut I figured what the heck, I'll write my own. This story will be a two chapter ficlet. I promise to post chapter 2 by next weekend (9/12). For those of you who know my writing, I actually have a new chapter for "In the Beginning" halfway done and I'm hoping to post it very very soon. All that said, I give you, "Eraser"
Booth, Bones and the Tahoe are property of Kathy Reichs, Fox & Hart Hanson. I unfortunately only own the plot bunny....
THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE READERS ONLY, NO UNDERAGERS!!
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She kicked out with the ball of her foot, successfully connecting with the man's kneecap as he came running around the corner. He screamed and went down in a heap cursing her loudly. "Is that any way to talk to a lady?" Her partner said as he ran up, proceeding to sheath his gun and take out his cuffs.
She smirked, "You and I both know I am far from a lady."
"Bones, you are the closest thing to a lady by far that this man has ever seen..." Booth jerked on the man's now cuffed wrist, "Get up Marcus."
"Right, I forgot, he prefers the helpless girls..." Brennan gave a swift push to his shoulder, moving him forward on his injured leg, "Here let me help you..."
"AAA! You two need serious help! I ain't done nothin with no girls..." Marcus cried in protest as Booth kept him from falling by jerking on the joint of the cuffs. "I'm telling you I had no idea what went on in that building! That was all Clay! I can't be held responsible for what he done!"
"Well, we only found your prints in that room Marcus, not Clay's...and my lab is testing the linens for DNA and particulates right now. I am fairly certain that it will all be from you and your three victims..." As if prompted by her words a chime indicated a phone call. "Brennan..." She answered.
"Hey Doctor B, I've got the results..." Hodgins said from the other end as she moved out of Booth's earshot.
"That is one fine looking woman," Marcus stated watching as Brennan moved away. "Fine looking indeed...See I'm getting a hard on just thinking about her, she fills them jeans, and that shirt is just a little snug...I'm not into little girls like you think..." Booth glanced from the evident bulge in Marcus' pants to the leer on his lips and resisted the urge to smash a fist into his face. I mean you can't really blame the guy for that....Bones is pretty hot...Those jeans hug all the right places...Partners Booth, that's your partner. Line, mind the line, DAMN LINE!
"Watch it Pal, that is a lot of woman, she'd put you on your ass and break your arm just for half the sideways look you're giving her right now." A lot of woman, and totally off limits to you Seeley boy. That has got to be one of your dumbest ideas EVER. Focus Seel. Arrest, Interrogation...Come on man, you don't have time for this! She's coming back, give him to Greg and head back to headquarters so she can tell you the findings.
The squad vehicles came into view as he emerged from the building cluster, spotlights shining on their catch in the darkness. "We can take it from here Booth, you guys have had a long night. Grab some grub before you come in, he ain't going no where...Dude! What happened to his leg?"
Booth followed Greg's eyes down to Marcus' right calf which was darkening with blood. "Eh, Bones musta broke the skin when she took him out. I'm sure it's nothing, but you can run him by the Doc if you want on the way back to headquarters." He threw a glance at Brennan as she joined them, "we'll stop at the diner for a late bite and meet you."
"That sounds good Booth, and we can go over the team's findings."
Turning toward the Tahoe they fell into step, Booth's hand finding the small of her back. The gentle pressure assuring them that they've gotten out of one more tough collar alive.
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After a meal and discussion at the diner, the partners are sure the case against Marcus is solid. But they can't quite come up with a solution for Clay...
"Booth, there were no traces of another male anywhere at all in that compound. Everything we have is trace of Marcus."
Sighing in frustration Booth grasped at the only option his tired mind could conjure. "What about multiple personalities? Is that a possibility?"
"It could be, but that's not going to show up in any of our lab testing, we'd have to find a way to bring Clay out...What differences are there between Marcus and Clay?"
"We don't know too much about them, er him. Not enough to come up with a trigger..."
"Well we know he was raised by his uncles after his parents were killed in the tornado. They left him the compound, although after all the work he put into it, I'd say he was entitled to it regardless. But is that Clay or Marcus?"
Booth thought back over the course of the night, his mind searching for anything they could use as a trigger. Fine looking indeed...See I'm getting a hard on just thinking about her, I'm not into little girls like you think... "Well there might be something..."
"And? ... ..."
He took a breath, "Well based on a few comments he made earlier, we can assume that Marcus likes women. So maybe Clay only comes out for the girls..." He inwardly cringed, knowing that Brennan's curiosity would beg the question.
"What comments did he make? I didn't hear anything and after we took him down I was only gone a minute or two talking to Hodgins..." She looked expectantly at Booth. "Well?"
Awh Crap Bones. Why can't you just leave it for once? He cleared his throat, blushing a bit as he said, "Em, he uh was appreciating the view..."
"What view? We were only in the middle of his buildings, he's seen that view a million times." Her brow puckered with confusion.
"You Bones! We were enjoying the view...I mean he was enjoying the view...A lot." Would you believe freudian slip?
So you were both enjoying the view? Ew to Marcus, but Booth...Hmmm. "Oh."
"I could call ahead and have the guys pull some pics for us to use and see if it works..." As much as I hate to look at them, they might be the only way...
"But I wonder if he's got the split personality or if he's just laying it as plausible medical condition foundation for his trial. He knows we've got him cubed..." C'mon Booth I know you love to correct me...
"It's boxed Bones, and I'm not sure how we'd be able to prove that he's one in the same without a thorough Psych exam and Sweets is out of town for two days." Lucky bastard is in Florida on vacation.
"I'm sure I can come up with something, at least enough to hold him. Maybe I'll call Ange in and do a preliminary experiment using both the pictures of girls and some women. Leave that part to me. You just see what he's trying to pull." I might be able to conduct an experiment of my own and accomplish a dual purpose. Now that's an idea...
Once they reached the Hoover building each had made a few calls to put the plan in motion, Booth had called the pedophile division to get some suggestive photos from their last investigation. Meanwhile, Brennan had called Ange and asked her to pick up a few things, with a word to Booth to start the interrogation without her, she disappeared with Ange into his office and closed the door. She never misses an interrogation she always wants to be right with me, this whole case is weird. Totally throwing us off balance. And where was my head thinking those things about my partner, I have no right to go there. The line is there for a reason.
He walked into the room and put a pile of photos onto the table. "Ok Marcus, we're going to try something different..."
Marcus leaned over the pile and began spreading the photos out, "man you are sick! What are you thinking putting these half naked little girls in front of me like that. A little warning next time man..." Booth leaned against the wall in the corner of the room to give the man some time to absorb the material. No rush you bastard, I've got all night to work this angle...Well at least till Bones tells me she's ready. Despite Marcus' ongoing tirade of how disgusted he is, he is becoming more and more animated as he leafs through the pictures and his voice is lowering.
"Oh my, now thees one is very nice. The lighteeng on her face, makes her look so innocent, ant yet te lace, ooohhh te lace..." What is it with these guys and the accents? The sicko always had the fake accent, is that French? Mexican? At least we're getting somewhere. Was that a twitch in his pants? Definitely getting a bulge there... I take it this is Clay, no clue how we plan on getting Marcus back, but oh well. At least we have the perp. Eyes glazing, jaw tightening. Sure signs of arousal.
"So Clay, you like the innocence and lace, hmmm?" Snatching the pictures away one by one Booth watches as Clay's expression begins to look menacing.
"Geeve dem back. Geeve dem back right now! My pretties! My pretties!" He's almost snarling as he stands to confront Booth.
"Your pretties, Clay, is that what these are too?" Booth tosses new pictures onto the table, this time pictures of Clay's own victims. Clay glances down and he retakes his seat, the bulge in his pants showing his arousal.
"These were my pretties, but then they weer dirty. I had to clean them, I had to peerge dem." He looks up at Booth, "the blood, it was deerty. I had to clean dem."
Ok a clean freak rapist psycho. Really? I'm missing something. "How were they dirty Clay? Where was the blood? Did they shower?"
"Of course they showered, I took care of my pretties. Nice clothes." You mean lingerie. "Good food." You fed them Fancy Feast in a china bowl. "And all of my affection." You raped them.
"But they always got dirty, dirty in the bed. Dirty all over the lace. I like my pretties to be clean." What the hell? Dirty, what is he talking about? Wait how old were they when he killed them,12, 13? Could they have begun menstration? Is that what he's talking about? That's got to be it, he took them and kept them for pleasure and then when they came of age he killed them for being 'dirty'. This guy is disgusting. It does however explain why all the girls were drowned.
He heard a knock at the door. Bones is ready. I wonder what she's got planned to bring Marcus back...Or if there really is two people in his head... "Ok Clay, so you like the clean innocent pretties. And you just keep washing them once they get dirty." At the man's nod of affirmation, Booth picks up the photos and adds them to the ones in his hands. I cannot wait to hand these back over, this is a sick perverted...Uh.
"Ok Clay, can I talk to Marcus now?"
"Marcus? Who's Marcus? We are te only two peeple here Ageent Booth. I don't know any Marcus. I want to see my pretties..."
Striding to the door, Booth pulls it open still keeping his eyes on Clay. He hears Brennan step into the room behind him and suddenly his senses are accosted by the scent of Jasmine. He hears her voice,only it's not quite her voice. Huskier. And what's with the Jasmine? Geez Bones can you come where I can see you, please. "Oh, please excuse me Agent Booth, I was told you had Marcus in here and he had some things to say to me. Ah, there you are Marcus!" She came around from behind him and he froze. Go back to where I can't see you Bones, this is not going to end well for anyone. If he so much as lays a hand on you. Sweet Jesus woman that skirt is bordering on indecent and I hope you have a tank top under that sheer thing!. Don't sit down, don't sit on the table. Not enough fabric! Ok, I wish I was the table. Seeley, you've got to get a grip, this is to get the perp to give it up, not you. Down boy. Smoothing his sweaty palms down his pants he turns his full attention on the suspect. "Marcus, Dr. Brennan asked you a question." At least I think she did. "Marcus can you hear me?"
"What ees with dees wooman? I want me prettii...OooooLala. Mamacita. The good doctor has arrived."
"Marcus?" Brennan asked quietly, "Is that you?" Looks like Booth is a little nervous over there. Is it the outfit? The scent? Hmmmm. Ok Brennan, get the information from the suspect so we can get out of here.
"Yeh, you want me to do somethin for ya Doc? I could take good care of you..."
Booth let his glance go to Marcus' pants. The bulge was still evident. Is it possible for two separate personalities occupying the same body to be turned on by completely different things?.Actions speak louder than words. And Marcus definitely likes women while Clay prefers the girls. "Marcus, are you sure you don't know what Clay was doing in your building?"
"I told you guys before, I don't know what he did in there." Interesting that he knows about Clay but Clay doesn't know about him. Pull your top up Bones! Please! Hockey stats Seeley, Goalie Bernie Parent wore number 1, Center Bobby Clark number 16, Defenseman Barry Ashbee...
"Marcus, how is it that you know of Clay and he has no idea about you?" Good thinking Bones, took the words right out of my mouth..
"Clay, he comes around...I've seen his sign here and there, I stay out of his way. I never leave sign, I have to be real careful or my uncles would get mad."
"Marcus, I have to say I don't believe you." Booth threw down the pile of pictures once more. "All I'm looking for is the truth Marcus, we want to get you help." Brennan backed off the table to give Booth room, but the scent of Jasmine lingered.
"Why are you putting these pictures down again Agent Booth? I don't want to see them!" Eyes dilating, jaw twitching. His hands want to reach for the pictures, but he knows he can't. Is that Clay acting in his subconscious? Oh Man Bones is leaning over to talk to him!
Marcus' eyes fastened onto the cleavage practically falling out of Brennan's shirt as she leaned over the table to talk to him. God Bones, you couldn't have been seductive with your regular clothes? I mean, just thinking about what that lab coat is hiding... Winger Bill Barber number 7, Winger Brian Propp...
"I think you know more than you're telling Marcus...If you're so good at not leaving sign, conversely that would mean that you are exceptional at reading it..." She leaned over and brought his eyes up to meet hers. "Are you good at reading sign Marcus?" Nice move Bones, although I'd rather you not touch him.
"I could track a rattler across a rock if I needed to, reading sign is easy, you just have to know what to look for and how to find it." He leered at Brennan, his eyes traveling from the hem of her skirt, burning through the fabric of her shirt. His hand began to reach out toward her. "Like I know you changed just to tempt me Doc, and you know how to work it. You get to a man...Yeh, I knew he was there. He's such a slob, he couldn't hide nothing, I had to keep cleaning up after him to avoid a beating from the uncles. He'd leave hair everywhere, and lace, the man loves silk and lace. He may have something you could slip into Doc, when you let me go...We could have a good time." Inches from her chest she grabbed his hand, closing his outstretched fingers around her silver pen and sliding a blank sheet of paper across the table. Ah, busted. She just saved your life Buddy. If you lay a finger on her you are a dead man. It'd just be a matter of who was faster between my gun and her reflex. Wait, where'd that pen come from? Scratch that, better that I don't know.
"Marcus, I want you to write down everything you know about Clay, and any, uh visitors you may have observed with him." She's practically purring to the scum. If this wasn't working I'd be really pissed. "Can you do that for me Marcus? It'd really help me out. I'd like to go home and take a nice. long. hot. shower." Marcus started scribbling frantically across the paper, glancing up at Brennan every few seconds. "Booth, close your mouth and be sure to log his statement. I'm going to go back to your office and um..." Brennan paused and flipped her hair girlishly. "Brush out my hair, er, it's a mess..." With a seductive smile she was gone, silently leaving the interrogation room.
Marcus glanced at Booth. "You get to work with her everyday?" He looked down at his paper and added a few more lines.
"Yeh, and sometimes we go away overnight..." He looked directly into Marcus' face, "You done?" At his answering nod Booth took the paper and pen slowly, not losng eye contact with Marcus. "Sorry man, you are sooooo not her type." With a nod to the two-way mirror he exited the room, leaving Marcus slumped in his chair dejectedly.
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Going straight to his office, Booth was disappointed to see the door open and his lights off. She doesn't waste any time. Ah well, it's better this way, I'll make my copies and head home. We can celebrate tomorrow.
Flipping on the light switch he blinked twice to adjust his eyes. On his desk were four boxes of different sizes, a note card and pen lay across the top. Lifting the pen, he studied the script on the card. 'It is not the size of the tool that matters, simply that the tool is made for the job at hand.' He studied the pen again, since when does Bones use erasable pen? She doesn't see the point of them, plus ithat makes it easier for someone to change her findings report. But the handwriting is hers...What'd she get me and how'd she ever find the time?
Sitting down in the chair he pondered the boxes in front of him thinking of his partner. What is she getting at, Bones never just does things, there has to be a reason. Case in point tonight she put on a show to get a confession. Alhough, I probably could have used some racy pictures and maybe gotten the same result. Why did she feel the need to do it personally, it was so personal... He thought back to her eyes and the sound of her voice. She was clearly enjoying the fact that she got to him, she played Marcus like an instrument. He blushed. And it's not like I was immune to her either, and I can still smell that damn Jasmine! He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. A tool is made for the job at hand...What could she possibly be talking about? I know she doesn't want me to erase the confession she just got from Marcus...Ah well, maybe if I open the other boxes it'll mean something more.
Reaching for the first box he lifted it carefully. It's only a four inch cube, and it's really light, what could she possibly...A Papermate Pink Pearl eraser! I haven't seen one of these since elementary school! what's the card say...'Pencil'. What the heck?? Ok, the pink pearl erases pencil. I get that.
The second box is marginally bigger, but still light, what did she do? A chalkboard eraser...Hey, even not peeking at the card I know it's going to say chalk. No genius there Bones. Fumbling with the card. Yep, 'blackboard chalk'. Ok, so the Pink Pearl erases pencil, the chalkboard eraser erases blackboard chalk. What the hell is she trying to erase here?
Booth places the items on his desk and stands, beginning to pace. I swear, she must've sprayed that Jasmine everywhere, I'm never gonna get rid of it. And the smell of it reminds me of her in that outfit, bending over, sitting on the table. God that skirt hiked up to an illegal length when she edged onto the table. The things I could do on that table...bending over, lifting that leg just a little higher...Ok Seeley, the LINE, you just crossed it.... His hand instinctively reached down and adjusted his crotch, that table...Focus Seeley, back to the task at hand...Box number 3, what could she be putting in this third eraser box?
This one is a little larger, more like a shirt box. Heavier too. Hmmm, a whisk brush? Haha, just like the umps use in baseball to clean the dirt off the bases. No idea what this could erase, it just cleans stuff off. What does the card say? "Sand indentations." Ahhhh ok, I can see that Bones. So we're erasing pen, pencil, chalk and lines in the sand. Ok Ok...Lines in the sand...UH...Lines. The show in the interrogation room was personal, too personal to just be to get a confession from Marcus. He glanced at the fourth box apprehensively. Was she also looking for a confession from me? She chose this night. This damned night when we're both dead tired after following leads and evidence for 26 hours straight. She's probably in bed sound asleep. 'Nice. Long. Hot. Shower.' He sank again into his chair facing the remaining box. Oh God...Breathe Seeley.
Trembling fingers reached for the final box, There's no going back now, she put it all out there. He shifted as his penis twitched, she didn't miss a trick. Short skirt, sheer snug teasing top, edging onto the table, leaning over to talk. Glancing at the box, now sitting in his lap. What kind of eraser could she possibly have put in this one?? Sliding the lid off, slowly he forced his eyes open and his lungs to expand. Tissue paper, she is good with the teasing suspense... One Flap of tissue, Oh. My., no she did not. She wouldn't. Second flap... HOLY. MARY. MOTHER. OF. GOD.
The card fluttered to the floor with the word written in her bold script, "Line."
I am going to hell for this woman.
Rising quickly, Booth gathered his "gifts" and the final box. "It is not the size of the tool that matters, simply that the tool is made for the job at hand."
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Soooo...What's in the box?? I know, care to guess??