I don't own Bones. Nor do I own a Bentley or Mars in case you were curious.
Season 8, anytime. I don't know technical so I'm not going to do technical. It will only turn out badly. Technical can be inserted in your mind as you desire. I'm about story, emotions, dialog.
This was no unordinary Tuesday. There were no special cases. Dr. Temperance Brennan stood over the skeletal remains dating back 122 years while the rest of the Jeffersonian team stood near to assist in their own ways.
Agent Seeley Booth walked thru the doors with Dr. Lance Sweets by his side discussing some minor details to a kidnapping case they were finishing up, one that lacked bones and thus the help of the Jeffersonian team. This was now a social call for Booth to see his wife about a possible lunch date. As the duo approached the platform Booth headed up while Sweets looked around for something else to do.
With his hands in his pockets Sweets was intrigued with what Hodgins was about to do and headed closer. He smiled as he approached as this would be an interesting sight to see. Interesting in the artifact Hodgins was accessing or Cam yelling at him for doing something wrong with it.
"Dr. Hodgins." Sweets said acknowledged as he looked up at him.
"Sweets, how you doing man, haven't seen you in a while."
"Yes, no cases with bones lately. What do you have here?"
"Isn't this cool?" Hodgins said pulling the side of the long slender crate away to reveal an ornate antique coffin of carved wood. "We suspect it's over four hundred years old though it's a bit of a mystery."
"Why is that?"
"It was found in South America and was x-rayed. The bones inside seemed to reveal some abnormalities so they sent it to the Jeffersonian for inspection and interpretation. It was buried by itself which is uncommon. There's so many mysteries with this one." Hodgins was practically salivating as he admired the casket now freed from the outer crate on the table.
Hodgins circled the casket spouting alien theories while Sweets admired the intricate inlaid designs around the outside.
"This is weird." Hodgins said, stirring Sweets from his distraction.
"What's that Dr. Hodgins?"
"Oh, I'm looking for a place to open in, there's generally a small crevice." Hodgins was at the opposite end with a delicate crowbar running it along the seams. With little else to do while Booth was still talking, Sweets bent forward to help inspect as well.
"A ha!" Hodgins explained as he quickly popped open the lid with his crowbar. Inches from the box on Hodgins far left Sweets promptly received a powerful burst of dirt and debris in his face and eyes. He backed up brushing it off. Hodgins began to laugh as he sat the lid back down.
"Oh, hey dude, I'm sorry." Hodgins said tossing him a small rag.
"See what I get for trying to help." Sweets tried to laugh back but talking made him breathe in more of the dust and he coughed.
"Sweets, what are you doing playing around in the dirt? Let's go!" Booth called as Sweets brushed as much of the dirt off his face as he could.
"See ya Sweets." Hodgins said as Sweets followed Booth out.
"Dr. Hodgins!" The scorning voice of Cam said approaching him. Hodgins stiffened at the tone of Cam's voice that suggested he was in trouble. Hodgins turned to Cam with a smile on his face hoping to soften her mood. "I thought I had asked you to work on the particulates from the skeleton that Dr. Brennan was working on."
"Yes but I was done with that and I found this waiting!" He said pointing to the box. Cam spied the dust on the floor.
"And I presume you are wearing a mask when opening this?"
"It's no big deal, it's been scanned and cleared before arriving."
"Yes, but you always need to take the necessary percussions. But first I need you to look over something you missed on Dr. Brennan's remains."
"Oh fine." Hodgins said covering the casket with plastic nearby like a kid unable to play with a new toy. "Back to you later." He said with a smile at the box.
Booth and Sweets had arrived back at the Hoover building. On the ride back Booth had spent most of his time on his cell. It was fine with Sweets who felt a headache develop. He figured it was most likely from the long days that stretched into the late nights lately while wrapping up this last case. He sighed as he was looking forward to going home early tonight and getting some real sleep.
"Sweets!" Booth said stirring Sweets from his thoughts. His tone suggested he had said it more than once. "What's with you?"
"What? Sorry, I was just tired."
"Well don't fall asleep just yet. It looks like Caroline is going to need a little more in order to hold our suspect in this kidnapping case."
Sweets shoulders immediately slumped as he saw his evening of relaxing and early bed time fading away into and evening at his desk.
"Sweets." Booth's voice said again this time not as annoyed but more confused.
"Yeah?" Sweets said turning to his fellow agent.
"Are you going to go back to your office or stand in the hall all afternoon?"
Sweets looked around and realized indeed he was just standing in the hall when Booth had just walked away. He looked around as though trying to orient himself.
"Right." He said turning in the direction of his office.