A/N: I don't own any part of Bones or Fox.
After watching The Doctor in the Photo I decided something needed to be done about Hannah. Here we go...
"I have a case!" He exclaimed as Hannah kept tugging him towards the bed.
"I'm sure Temperance won't mind if you're a few minutes late..."
"I last longer than that!" He retorted. He finished knotting his tie. "Babe you know I rather stay in bed all day with you however..."
"Yeah yeah I know super hero. Go save the world." She smacked his ass playfully. He kissed her and he went out the door. Hannah stood alone in the apartment.
"Decisions, decisions." She said to herself. She got dressed in her jeans and a blouse. After fixing herself up in the bathroom, she dialed a number into her phone. After three rings the other end clicked to answer.
"Where can we meet?" She asked. A muffled replied came from the other end. "Yeah he's at work." More muffled voices. "He's got a case with that doctor." pause. Muffled voice again. "Sure. I'm leaving now." She hit the end button and slid on her sunglasses; the ones that Brennan gave her when she was in the hospital. After grabbing her bag she strode out of the apartment.
"So what have you learned in the house?" The man with sunglasses and black clothes asked. Hannah shrugged her shoulders.
"Nothing yet that we care about." The man tsked at her as he picked up his frosty glass of water with lemon.
"Have you learned anything? All information we care about, It's all connected to The Plan." She cast her eyes down at the table embarrassed.
"Sorry. So, I've heard word of bills for tax breaks. Also some rumors floating around about the Middle East." This seemed to intrigue the man.
"What exactly?" Hannah took a sip of her tea.
"Something about wanting to send more troops to aid the construction over there of our allies. And to fight against the terrorist pull in the area." The man tapped a finger against his lip.
"More moves to aid them and end terrorism. That doesn't help our cause at all." Hannah nodded in agreement. "We must move our plans along faster, Hannah." She looked up into his eyes. "You need to get to that senator and quickly. He has the most pull and I'm sure if you give him some incentive," He pulled out a check made out to the senator for 50 thousand. "-he'll be happy to help our cause." Hannah took the check from the man and stuck it into her bag.
"I'm sure I'll be able to work something out with him" They shared a secret smile and toasted their glasses.
"Even for us, isn't this body a little..."
"Mutilated? Yeah. Hence why they called you in extra special Bones." She leaned over the body as Wendell took pictures.
"Male, approximently 40 years old...wow."
"What's wow."
"He's pretty tall. About-"
"Normal measurement!" Booth cut her off. She took a split second to convert numbers.
"6 foot 4. And the rest of the world uses the metric system so technically that would be the norm and our system is the outlier."
"The point is that it's American." Booth said. He took notes on his pad. "Anything suspicious?"
"Besides the body looking totally mauled?" Wendell cut in. Booth gave him a cold stare. "Well I see skull tramua on the left orbital cavity." Brennan inhaled, sounding disgusted.
"What." Booth asked her.
"It looks like something nicked it as he was stabbed in the eye." Booth turned a shade pale.
"I came to the same conclusion." Wendell agreed. Brennan got closer to the rib cage.
"It looks like there are fractures radiating from this single point, indicative of someone applying force against the sternum." She moved her focus to the hands. "Scrapes on the phalanges, like someone was trying to remove the skin."
"Making it harder to ID." Booth added. Brennan stood to full height.
"Well, I've done all I can do here. Cam will need soft tissue, Wendell. Let's pack it up." Booth called three FBI crime scene techs over. The five of them packed the remains. Booth walked to the people that discovered the body.
"So how exactly was this discovery made?" Booth asked the man wearing a bandana.
"Well, I own dat resturant around da cornah, we use this dumpstah heah. So the guy that usually works and does this called in sick so I did it and I opened the can and BAM!" He threw his hands in the air. "A dedah then dead body!" His Boston accent was getting heavier as he talked more. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. "I know as a chef I shouldn't smoke, ruins my palette but fuck me I just saw the most disgusting murdah victim since that undah study served me that sole." Booth nodded with sympathy.
"Well, if you can think of anything else just give me a call." He handed the chef his card. He turned back to see Brennan and the rest of the corpse crew cleaning up.
"Learn anything interesting?" Brennan asked. Booth shrugged his shoulders.
"Chef's from Boston."
"Let me rephrase, interesting and relevant."
"Eh, not really." He looked at her as she was turned the other way. Yeah, he had Hannah now, but he'd be a liar if he said he was completely over Brennan. Ah, the trials of love. "You hungry?" He didn't really mean to say that but he couldn't help wanting to spend more time with her.
"Yeah I could eat." she said not really paying attention, she was searching the ground where the body was for any missed clues.
"Well, whenever you're ready..." He trailed off. He started looking at the ground too. "Bones, to your upper left, you see that?" He pointed to a corner of stiff fabric sticking from the ground. She took her gloved hand and dug up at what Booth indicated.
"It looks like some kind of a pass." She said turning it over. "It says, D.C Post."
"That's one of the biggest papers here. Was he a journalist?" They shared a look as they both knew what the other was thinking. Hannah.