This is my first BONES Fanfic, but I have finished or started on several non-related books (fiction) that I hope to publish someday. Until then, college and work have taken my time like a thief. Anyway, enjoy this. I have more written, but don't have time to post in now. More chapters will be forthcoming, but you'll just have to be patient. I have more concerns. (Like the 12 page research paper for World History I due Tuesday.) Updates may be slow, but I hope they're worth it. If you read, please review!
The Missing Person and Agent Booth
FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth swept into the lab with his usual flair, swiped his pass card and lunged up the steps to Dr. Temperance Brennan's office. She had her head bent over her desk, her nose buried in a book. He titled his head to get a better look at the title.
"FBI Weapons Protocol." Brennan's head snapped up at the sound of his voice in her inner sanctum. He groaned, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling in exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you, Bren, you're not carrying a weapon. I am the FBI agent and you…"
"Are researching for my next book," she interrupted. Booth made a sound suspiciously like a snort. She closed the book carefully and set it on her already packed desk. "What do you need, Booth? I'm very, very busy right now with a new find."
He dropped a thick file on her desk. "Mr. or Mrs. 'been dead for millennia' will have to wait. New case, Bones. Well, new to you." His eyes darkened and his brows furrowed with memories. "This case has been haunting me all of my career." He glanced up and met her eyes over the file she now held. Even she could see his intense interest in the case. His voice deepened, softened. "This is really important to me, Bren."
She held his gaze for a moment, her analytical mind working over his words, the tone. "Okay." Her gaze flicked back to the file folder. "Tell me what you've got."
Booth let out a breath he didn't even know that he had been holding. He knew that the scientist in Brennan dictated that she devote herself fully to every case, but he needed her to understand his need for justice in this one, particularly. Not only as a scientist, but as a partner, sort of. He started his narrative at the beginning, giving her more information than she'd ever get from the facts in the file. "I first got this case two weeks after I started out at the Bureau. It began as a missing persons case, but then we found a crime scene that indicated that our MP was dead. We found a hotel room covered in the victim's blood – there was no way anyone could have survived that kind of blood loss. We couldn't get any info from the scene. No prints, no DNA, no fibers not native to the scene. Just blood." He paused, and Brennan watched his struggle with the memory of a room soaked in blood and the helplessness of missing justice. He drew a sharp breath and refocused. "We never found the victim, and it was marked as a cold case."
"But you still worked it." Her dry voice was not questioning, but stating.
"Yeah, I kept it on my open list. I just couldn't accept that we had lost. I worked it in my spare time, but there were never any breaks…until now." He reached into the folder and pulled out a photo. "We found our victim."