Yes, hah, new story. I actually thought of this lying in bed two nights ago. Amazing what comes up in your mind at night if you lie or sit there long enough and think about it. lol
Title: The Body in the Story
Summary: Some stories are worth repeating and some people are just worth talking to again...
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Tragedy
Characters: Temperance "Bones" Brennan, Seeley Booth, Camille "Cam" Saroyan, Tim "Sully" Sullivan, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins, Zach Addy, and Sam Cullen
Other People: Raycheil Alai Raines, Colby John Raines, Geoffrey Tim Jakes, Autumn Mai Sparks, and Shelbey Alaina Jones
Pairings: Booth/Brennan, Ange/Jack, Cam/Sully and family relationships
"Bones! Booooones...Hey wake up...it's me, your favorite agent! Look, I know it's late, but I need you to jump onto the next flight out of D.C. to Philly, Pennsylvania in five minutes. Maybe ten if you get up now. I'll pick you up at the airport." A pause. "Trust me on this, though, Bones, you want to be here. No matter how early it is. This case will interest you." Another paused. "I know you're there, Bones, and I know that you're not sleeping now. Not with me rambling. Meet you at the PHL airport in about an hour or so. I booked you into the Marriott Hotel. Sixteenth floor...trusting that I know you well enough to never turn down a case. Oh, and here's a kicker in case you do think about not coming. The body is a woman...a school teacher and her body was found stuffed in one of the closets. In the school." Pause. "Think about that, Bones, and then I'll see you in an hour."
Click.
Doctor Temperance Brennan groaned and rolled over in her bed. She had indeed heard Special Agent Seeley Booth's voice on her machine. She had heard the case description, and, even though she hated to admit it, she had been interested. It was no lie: she couldn't refuse a case. No case was left untouched by her. She never met a case she couldn't refute.
Yawning, Brennan looked over at the clock.
1:22 AM
"You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled, throwing the covers off her. She flipped on her desk light and went over to her closet, grabbing a blue and black duffel bag and a goldenrod backpack just in case. She grabbed every piece of clothing she could possibly want from her drawers and closet. God only knew how long she would be there.
Finally, she dressed when she had packed everything she could ever need or want imagineable. Huffing with her duffel bag and backpack in her hands, Brennan grabbed her keys to her car and made a mental note to call Angela Montenegro and Camille Saroyan to tell them what was going on.
That is, if Booth hadn't called them first.
Fighting off a yawn, Brennan drove to the DC International Airport. Her flight left in less than five minutes and she had to catch it. Parking, she told the person in charge to call Angela and have her pick up the car. After that, she raced inside the building and leafed through her passport. Booth had made all the arrangements and everything was set for her.
She ran up to the flight gate and held out her passport. "Temperance Brennan. I need to get to Pennsylvania."
A woman no older than her nodded and clicked on her computer. "Under 'Booth, Seeley'?"
"Yes, yes," Brennan nodded and checked her watch.
"You're all set. Go ahead."
"Thank you," Brennan said almost breathlessly, then shot off down the corridor, boarding the plane. She had been so caught up in getting there, that she had dragged her bags with her on the plane, rather than letting them going through the baggage check.
"Sorry," she said to a passenger. Once she got to her row, she tossed her bags into the empty seat next to her and got in the window seat. "God almighty, Booth, I'm gonna kill you when I get to Penn," she muttered, rubbing her forehead.
Yet, she was amazed. For a two AM flight, there was a lot of people on that plane. And for some reason, Brennan felt as though Booth might have done it on purpose.
Seeley Booth knew she was going to be angry when she got off that plane. He knew that she would probably want to shoot him with his own gun. But the one thing that he knew for sure she would be was interested in the case once he handed her the bright red folder.
He knew his Bones well enough to lick.
Booth rocked on his heels by his SUV...both of which were waiting for Brennan just out of earshot of the runways. Sometimes, he saw his advantages as an FBI Agent. This was one of them.
At three exactly (and Booth checked his watch at least four times) Brennan's plane landed and started to come to a complete stop. He walked over, eyeing every passenger that came off. None of which were Brennan. He shook his head. "Come on, Bones, you wouldn't." He waited a moment, standing a good seven feet away from the stairs, hands in his pockets.
A moment later, Temperance Brennan walked down the steps with a blue and black duffel bag that was bulky and a empty backpack.
Booth smiled boyishly at her appearance. Hair loosely tied back into a ponytail, maroon long-sleeved shirt, and dress jeans. She wore, though, her usual of earrings, a bracelet, and those darned heels of hers.
"Hey Bones!" He grinned, knowing she would hate the early morning cheer of his.
Brennan groaned and walked over to him, setting her heavy bag down on his foot purposely.
"Ow! Geesh, Bones, rough morning?"
"You would know!" Brennan poked his chest. She picked up her bag again and Booth reached for it.
"Hey, I'll take it," he grabbed the strap and slid the duffel bag off his partner's shoulder. "How was the flight?"
"Horrible."
"That's what sleeping on the plane is for," he grinned. "No breakfast, I presume?"
Brennan tossed her backpack in the back of Booth's SUV. "It's three in the morning, Booth."
"So?" Booth shut the back of his car after dropping her bag inside. "I had breakfast at two after I got the call about the body."
"What are you doing in Pennsylvania, anyway?" Brennan asked, hopping in the passenger seat. She shut her door as Booth got in on the driver's side.
"Business, Bones. You know us FBI guys," he started the engine, then reached behind for something. He grabbed a small, white bag and handed it to her. "Here."
"What's this?"
Booth rolled his eyes and pulled out. "Just open it, Bones. Geesh, do you have to question everything you get?"
"I'm a scientist. Sue me," Brennan opened the bag and poked around, finding a bagel, two doughnuts and a coffee cup. "Breakfast?"
Booth nodded and smiled, taking a left turn. "Breakfast, Bones."
Brennan managed a small smile. "Thanks."
"Sure. Hope it'll wake you up," he grinned playfully.
Booth took a right turn onto a main street and Brennan licked her fingers from the jelly of her doughnut. "So what's the news on the case?"
"Here," Booth handed her the red folder.
"You don't miss a beat, do you?"
"Well I know you, Bones. You like your cases and--bodies and stuff right first thing in the morning," he talked with his hands and Brennan shot him a look. "Hypothetically speaking," he added.
Brennan opened the folder. "She was a teacher there. Third grade, married...her body was scorched," she sounded a little shocked, yet somewhat confused. " 'Body was found in the janitor's closet on the second floor'," she read, then looked at Booth. "How big is this school?"
Booth shrugged. "Nyeah, two stories if you want to combine both the elementary and high school."
"So her body was dumped in a closet on the second floor..." she looked down, "which means it's the high school part of the school."
Booth nodded and took a left.
"She's an elementary teacher. So what it means is that whoever did this, did it the way he or she did it purposefully--"
"--so that it wouldn't look suspicious because according to the file, lots of people who worked with her knew her and rarely, if never, went up to the high school part of the building."
Brennan nodded. "Exactly. What's the name of the school?"
Booth pointed as he pulled into the school's driveway.
"Belmont Elementary," Brennan read. She let her eyes wander, scanning the already mess of FBI agents from the Philidelphia area, cops, and anything else that would be needed. Everything she already knew.
Booth parked and got out, showing his ID and Brennan hers. The pair walked into the elementary wing, no sooner greeted by a six foot three cop who walked with them. He could have been close enough in looks to be Booth's brother.
"Bones, this is Reagan Jones. He works for the Philly cop station not far from here," Booth introduced.
Jones nodded politely at Brennan. "Pleasure, Doctor Brennan."
"Likewise," she looked at Booth, then back at Jones. "So what exactly happened?"
Jones shrugged. "The norm, Miss Brennan. The janitors come in early to clean out whatever's left from the day before that they didn't finish. Others come in to prep for the day's work. Our youngest janitor by the age of twenty came in this morning around one. He works up in the high school wing and his closet is numbered." He paused and followed along with Booth and Brennan up a flight of stairs. "So, Dustin Raymond comes in, unlocks his closet..."
"And gets a load of a rotting body," Booth said it jokingly, but Brennan shot him a look which he knew better than to tamper with.
Jones led the two up another flight of stairs, then got out a set of keys.
"So where is Dustin?" Booth asked.
"Down in the office. Some of our guys are trying to calm him. He was pretty freaked out."
"Yeah, I would be too. First time on the job, open your closet and find a decomposed corpse," Booth made a face. "Not my idea of fun."
"You do it everyday," Brennan pointed out confused.
"Yeah, but not like that, Bones, okay?"
Brennan shook her head and Jones got the right key and shoved it into the lock of the closet door. "Why did you close it back up?"
"Oh," Jones paused. "We didn't. After Dustin saw the body, he kind of shut the door. But we opened it to check it out and Agent Booth recommended to keep it shut to keep the body fresh for you."
Brennan looked sideways at Booth. "Gee, thanks," she said almost sarcastically and Booth grinned with gusto.
Jones opened the closet door and instantly Booth flaied his head back.
"Aw, come on. That's--that's really bad. That's nothing like we've ever smelt...oh come on, Bones, hurry up and examine," Booth covered his mouth and nose with both hands cuppoed over them and Brennan shook her head.
She slapped on latex gloves she'd shoved in her pockets and knelt down in front of the body. Perfectly propped up, the body was already almost decomposed completely. Brennan probed. "A broken rib. Bruising on the left femur. This woman was beaten."
"How old?" Booth made a 'hurry-up' movement with his hand.
"Twenty to thirty years of age. Defintely female."
"And abused," Booth put one hand on his hip. "What a start."
Brennan stood up, pulling her gloves off. "It's a good one. No shot wounds. Just broken ribs, and evidence of being beaten. How close is there a place around here to a lab?" She asked Jones.
Jones thought. "There's a museum not too far from your hotel. Probably about a block or two."
Brennan nodded. "I want the body transported there for examination and whatever resources you guys can get me that I need."
"What kind of resources?"
"Oh you know," Booth piped up. "Computers, an artist, a grad student genius, a bug and slime guy..."
"I'm not replacing my team, Booth. I just need a computer, instruments, the necessities," Brennan pointed out.
Joned nodded, understanding. "Dr. Karissa Yobe works at the museum. She's young, about nineteen or so, but training to be a forensic anthropologist. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to help you."
Brennan smiled. "Thank you. How soon can we--"
"Six o' clock," Booth interrupted.
"How did you know?"
Booth shrugged. "I got your back, Bones. Don't you know me by now?"
Brennan nodded. "Six it is then."
Jones nodded back. "I'll call Dr. Yobe."
After he left, Brennan stared back at the body, in deep thought. Booth looked at her curiously. "Something wrong, Bones?"
"Raycheil Raines..." She blinked. "Why does that sound so familiar?"
"Did you know her?"
"Never met her before in my life," Brennan shook her head. "I just know the name somehow. I know I've heard it, but I can't place it."
Booth sighed and thought, too. "Well, maybe once we start interrogating what family she has, it'll come to you."
Brennan nodded, her eyes fixed solely on the body in the closet that was Raycheil Raines. "Yeah...maybe it will."
I have to admit, this is the first Bones story I made that actually has a case, point for the case, suspects, and a murderer! I have great plans for this story, too, so I hope you guys will stick around!
Also, I've never been to Pennsylvania, so any information that's in the story is from the Internet!
Jay