Chapter 1: The shot in the dark
"Ugh," Booth repulsed as the FBI and Jeffersonian team arrived at the crime scene. A bloodied corpse lay upon the steps of congress. Dr Temperance Brennan was first to examine the body. "The victim is a Caucasian male, aged forty to fifty," she said. "But due to the large gunshot wound to the face and most of the frontal section of skull being significantly damaged, identification will be difficult."
"Great," Booth grumbled. "Is he ready to be taken back to the lab yet?"
Bones began taking off her black latex gloves as she finished examining.
"A few more photographs and we should be good to continue our investigation back at the Jeffersonian," Brennan replied.
Whilst they waited for the team to finish they grabbed a coffee as they headed back to the lab. "You really shouldn't be working Bones," Booth said, placing his hand on Temperance's growing abdomen. "It's only a foetus, Booth, in no way is it effecting my ability to work," Brennan replied,
"Really Bones? A foetus, it's a baby, our baby," he said.
"I know Booth I merely saying that it's not considered a baby until it's been born, at this point it's merely a foetus," she replied.
"Yeah ok, Bones. You're sort of taking the magic out of it," Booth said.
"What magic? The fusing of gametes and the dividing of cells via meiosis is hardly magical, it's a basic biological process," Bones replied.
Booth sighed and made a left into the Jeffersonian car park. "Call me if you need me," Booth said as Bones stumbled out of the car. She nodded and headed to her haven.
The hours past buy and the team gathered to share their findings. "Judging by the lack of decay and recent development of rigamortis, I'd say the victim was killed during the night, about 8 hours ago," Dr Hodgkins deduced.
"Very good Hodgkins," Cam complemented.
"Do you think it was a type of political attack?" Wendall asked.
"We can't be sure of anything yet," Dr Brennan said. "Until of course Angela has given us an identity then we could make our theories and links from there."
"Well you're in luck," Angela said, approaching them in a pencil skirt, blouse and heels. "The man's name was Irwin Michaels, he was an average office worker downtown."
"Then what was he doing all the way at the Capitol building?"
"Better call booth," Cam suggested and dialled his number via a video call.
"Have you found out who the guy is yet?" he asked, answering almost immediately.
"The guy is called Irwin Michaels, an office worker downtown," Cam said and held up a photograph to the camera.
"I know that man! He was one of the guys Pelant threatened to shoot a few months ago," he cried. "So Pelant did this?" Daisy gasped.
"Looks like it," Bones sighed.