Ok so this is what happens when I'm left to my own devices... I go crazy! ...~ ... Nisha you really shouldn't have stopped texting me ... oh well... I think I'm gonna write Bones this time... sorry to all those who want the third chapter of 'of reading...'
Disclaimer, unfortunately I do not own bones or anything related... if I did Zack would never have joined the gormagon and Vincent would NOT be dead... I might have killed Wendell or Clark instead sorry... I love them but I love Vincent Nigel-Murray more...
Speaknowbeloud this is for you
"So this is her room" Sweets said analyzing every little detail. It was a moderately small room; a lavender colour adorned the walls.
"Well obviously... Why else would we be here?" Booth said irritated by the young psychologist. He too was looking over the room. Every surface seemed to be covered, yet it was incredibly neat. It was a small square room; it had a double bed, built in desk, large bookshelf and a dresser. "Sweets get with program, I have no suspects so the least I could have is a victim profile."
"Pushy... we will have to discuss that later" he paused clearing his throat before continuing. "Well I can tell she is a bit of hoarder, I would say level three" he paused yet again continuing to evaluate the area.
"Hoarder? This place is cleaner then well... Bones' office!" Booth exclaimed.
"Yes, Hoarder Agent Booth" Sweets confirmed. "Look at the walls... She plasters anything worth remembering on her walls." Sweets said, standing before the back wall of the room. This particular wall was plastered with artwork, photographs of friends and family and professional photographs. Booth soon walked over and examined the wall with sweets.
"Wow she was good at art... But what is this Pepper pot thing?" Booth pointed to a particular pen drawing of a weird machine exclaiming 'exterminate'
"That Agent Booth is a Dalek, they are a particularly scary villain in a show called Doctor who"
"What ever you say Sweets...I don't see how a pepper pot is scary" Booth mumbled. He moved out of the psychologist's way and sat on the victim's bed; preferring just to listen and take notes. Dr. Sweets continued his evaluation.
"You can tell she likes reading, there has to be some two hundred books-"
"Three hundred thirty four" Booth interrupted. "What I was a sniper I was trained to notice the details!"
"Anyways... She loves to read... And write." He paused and moved to her desk. "The postcards, random pieces of paper, the Uno card... It all seems random but I believe its inspiration... perhaps for writers block" He leaned forward and grasped what appeared to be a doll. "I've seen these before... they're these little voodoo doll things, this one is for clumsy people." He stopped. "Oh my god, she has a Darth Vader plushie... That is so cool!"
"And enter the twelve year old..." Booth mutters. "Well I think we're done here."
"Yes she seems like a normal teenager... well she is a tad obsessed with harry potter among other things..." Sweets agreed.
And with one last glance at the Darth Vader plushie Sweets exited the room.
Ya, there was absolutely no point to that. I find it really hard to writes Bones characters... dono why... Well I'm gonna start writing the third chapter of 'of reading...' cause well there's an actual point to that story... Byes
No flames please
~Stevens Angel