The Perfect Shot – Chapter One
WARNING: Spoilers for Season 6
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any of the characters. They are all owned by Fox and Hart Hanson.
TV reporters and their crew members were gathered around the courthouse steps, each trying to get their story. The reporters scrambled around as the van pulled up along the steps trying to be the first in line to get comments from the passenger.
No one was aware of his presence. He lay hidden on the roof top of the nearby City Hall building. He put his eye to the scope of the rifle and waited. He was trained in this, his patience was endless.
Police officers pushed the crowd back a short distance from the van. As the van doors opened and the passenger's head emerged a shot rang out. Everyone hit the ground, covering their heads but trying to see what was going on without rising too far for fear of another shot coming their way. No one knew where the shot came from.
Booth and Brennan arrived at the scene outside the court house. It was total chaos. FBI agents, DC Cops and EMTs were running everywhere. Booth pushed their way through the crowd to the van. There lying just outside the open door was the body of Heather Taffet, the Gravedigger. Because of the direction of the shot and the trajectory of the bullet much of the face was gone.
Booth, scrunching his nose, pushed Brennan forward toward the body, "Bones, can you confirm it is Taffet?"
"From what is left of the left temporal bone and the zygomatic arch it appears that this is her. However, Cam will be able to confirm identity once the body is brought to the lab."
She stood removing the latex gloves and looked at Booth. She could see the concern etched on his face. When he brought his eyes to meet hers she turned away, unable to meet his gaze.
Booth's brow furrowed when Bones turned away but he didn't say anything. He proceeded to instruct the forensics team to gather the evidence and take it to the Jeffersonian Institute. Once that task was completed he and Brennan went back to the SUV and headed to the lab.
The ride to the Jeffersonian was done in silence. Both occupants were too engrossed in their own thoughts to carry on a conversation. Booth's phone buzzed indicating a message. "I need you, please call me, Hannah"
Once they arrived at the Jeffersonian, Brennan opened her door to exit, "Bones, I have to take care of something. I'll call you later for an update".
Surprised that he wasn't coming to the lab to watch the progress of the case Brennan said, "OK, Booth. We'll call you with any updates if we don't hear from you first".
"OK" he said and he drove away as soon as she had closed the door and stepped back from the vehicle.
Brennan watched him drive away, worried that she had put too much strain on him and their partnership with her late night confession of missed chances several weeks ago.