Hey there fanfic world! This is my first time writing fanfics, so I hope you like it! I'm trying to make this as T as possible (most of my other stories have M-rated material), but it'll still have all the spunk! This is a Halloween fanfic (seeing as it's October), and what says Halloween better than anything? Rocky Horror! Some special features to watch out for: quotes and references from the movie, characters breaking out in to some of the timeless songs (YES, Brennan WILL be singing touch-a-touch me somewhere in here), AND Booth in his Halloween costume! This year he's going as something MUCH sexier than a squint...
Enjoy! Loves,
Beck
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Sitting at her desk, Temperance Brennan was working hard. She didn't look up for anything; not when Angela moaned loudly about how horrible pregnancy was, or when Hodgins and Fisher's experiment blew up. Not even when Booth came waltzing in calling for her.
Taking out his key card and sliding it, Booth bounded on to the forensic platform where Cam was working with a new set of remains of a drowning victim. Booth rolled his eyes. Not a murder, not his case, not of interest.
"Hey, Cam, where's Bones?" he asked Cam, who was peeling off her gloves.
"She's in her office. She's been in there all morning. Why, do you need her?"
"Yeah, we have a new case." Cam sighed in relief. They hadn't had a case in a few weeks and things were getting pretty restless.
"Great, I'll go get my stuff and meet you there." Booth gave her the address and Cam hurried off.
"Thanks, Cam!" Booth called after her.
Brennan heard her office door open, but didn't bother to look up. She knew who it was. Sighing angrily, she looked up from her desk to see her partner, Seeley Booth standing over her as she read an article in a forensic journal that she had been putting off. She really hated to be bothered when working, but he wore that look on his face that he only gets when-
"Bones, we have a case!" she just looked at him with a look of pure hatred for ruining her silent work time. "Come on, Bones. We have to go. Cam's meeting us there." Booth said, irritated. He was now getting the typical Brennan glare, complete with her mouth scrunched up and flared nostrils.
He had a dead body waiting.
She wanted to stay and work.
He finally had to go behind her desk, grab her arm and haul her to her feet for her to finally give it up and collect her field kit. At the last minute, she turned back and grabbed the article she was reading.
In the car, Booth tried, but failed miserably to give Brennan the run-down of the case.
"The body was found by a couple of kids walking home from school. They were taking a shortcut through the alleyway behind the movie theater and found the victim." Brennan looked too busy reading her forensic article to care. It really was just another case for them.
"Booth, I can figure that out for myself. Can you please be quiet while I'm reading my article?" Brennan said icily. Booth just got a back hand full of knuckles with that one.
"Come on, Bones. Cheer up."
"Well how can I cheer up knowing that we're going to be late?" Booth's jaw stiffened in anger. She had brought that one on herself. And now she was blaming him? Taking a calming breath in, he had an idea to bring Brennan out of her sour mood.
"Hey after this, how about lunch at the diner? My treat." Brennan's anger seemed to subside at the offer.
"Sure. I haven't seen you in a few days. I would like to catch up." Brennan turned to Booth and smiled. He gladly smiled back. At least they were on speaking terms rest of the ride was spent chatting merrily about random topics, as only true friends could.
Cam was already there, squatting by the body when they arrived. Brennan hastily put on her haz-mat suit and gloves, embarrassed that they were late.
"What are your preliminary findings, Cam?" Brennan asked as she approached.
"Not much. Not a lot of this is meaty." Brennan squatted next to Cam to examine the body.
"Male, I would say late teens, early twenties, and it looks like blunt force trauma to the skull, made by something with a blunt tip, about three-fourths of an inch wide." Booth leaned over from his notes.
"What's with the Elvis getup?" he asked.
"Maybe he was an Elvis impersonator." Cam joked. An FBI forensic tech came up and tapped Booth on the shoulder.
"Booth, we found this not far from the body. It looks like it was kicked there." he held up a dented saxophone. Booth and Cam's eyes widened. Brennan looked lost.
"What? It's just a saxophone." she said.
"Yes, but movie theater plus teenager in Elvis clothes, and a saxophone." Cam said, stunned.
"I still don't follow your meaning."
"He looks like Eddie from Rocky Horror, Bones." Booth cut in. He turned to Cam. "Great Scott, I think we've found out what became of Eddie."
