The Jeffersonian December 24, 11:38pm

It's a quiet Christmas Eve at the Jeffersonian. The buzz of the work day has dissipated leaving the unlucky Cam alone to give the new squint a tour.

"Alright, I suppose that's everything," Cam sighed as she picked up an empty box.

"So, should I leave?" Brookelle stutters as she motions toward the exit.

"If you'd like."

Brookelle begins to step away when she hesitantly asks, "May I stay?"

"Sure, I could use some help getting the lab ready for the morning," Cam said optimistically. "Can you go up to the supply room and get me two boxes of gloves?" She shook the box and dropped it in the trash can.

"Of course!" She smiled vigorously, "But first, can you tell me where that is?"

Cam laughed and said, "Top floor, follow the signs."

Brookelle smiled, smoothly spun around and started on her way, "…Right.."

She began humming.

She reached the corner and broke out in a musical frenzy, dancing and skipping, singing "Thriller" down the empty hallway.

She stepped into the elevator and stood anxiously for it to reach her floor.

When the doors opened, she stepped out to a dounut shaped floor plan, and walked ¼ of the way around the center portion to the only door. She grabbed the handle and pushed it open. With her gaze locked on the floor in front of her, she made only a few steps before an eerie breeze sent shock through her nerves. A deep pool of crimson disguised the center of the floor.

The hairs on her arms stood at attention.

"I have not even started my first day and the drama is already upon me," She whispers in a ghostly tone. A smirk appears on her face as she looks up to the celling above the puddle. The cork tile, saturated with blood, rendering only one drop every few seconds. "Sweeeeeet." She says. Then her intuition kicked in and it occurred to her that she should tell Cam, so she whips out her phone and calls the Jeffersonian.

She taps her foot as it rings… No answer, so she quickly redials.

"Hello?" Cam answers, "Who is this?"

"Brookelle! It's an emergency!"

"What?"

"It's an emergency!"

"Can you tell m-"

"No, you really should come."

Cam hangs up and makes her way up to the supply room. "Brookelle, this better be import-" She lets her jaw drop in surprise, "Okay, it was important." She answered herself. Just then the bloody tile sags and gives way to a partially decomposed body that plops itself into the biohazardous puddle.

They both took a step back. "This is so much cooler than lab!" Brookelle said with her nerdy swagger. Cam laughed and stepped out to call Dr. Brennan.

When Cam left, she stepped over and grabbed the two boxes of gloves. She opened one up, put a pair on, and ventured to the body. She could definantly tell the victim was male. He was wearing tan pants that were way too big for his size. She started sifting through his pockets to see if she could find any external identification. She pulled out a black leather wallet; the contents were typical, driver's license, credit card, and cash.

Brookelle was reading the license when Cam walked in and said with disconcert, "What are you doing!"

"Oh! I was just looking to ID the victim." She said with excitement. The look on Cam's face brought her back to earth, "That's not my job is it." She blushed as she shamefully handed Cam the wallet.

"Dr. Brennan will be here shortly."