AN: Okay. I decided to give it another ago with fic #2 for Bones. I don't know about you guys, but I am so hyped about the upcoming season after seeing the sneak peak that Fox aired of the first episode of Season 7. It helped me get a little inspired. The story is set after the events of season 6… I guess a pre-season 7 case. Hope you enjoy.

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: None of the characters, the show, etc. are mine. I do not gain any profit from writing this. I just get to indulge in a little guilty pleasure.

The End in the Entitlement

By Shinto Red

CHAPTER 1

Hoots, hollers and grunts of excitement spilled out from the mouths of the red jersey clad group of collegiate athletes as helmets and football gear spilled across the locker room.

"DUDE! That was a frickin' awesome pass! And the way Jerry just caught it as it was slo-mo… IT WAS JUST AWESOME!" said a broad shouldered blond who punched a fist into his open palm to emphasize his point.

An African-American player with startling green eyes let his lips curve into a cocky grin. "It was amazing, wasn't it? I hope the scouts saw that one…"

"Are you kidding? They should be standing outside with contracts ready to be signed for that! Also for the touchdown Tim scored in the first half…" stated a third dark haired player as he high fived the green eyed player. "Speaking of Tim… Where the hell did he go? Coach was just pissed that he ditched the second half…"

The blond player scratched the back of his head with a smirk on his face. "Maybe he was having some fun under the bleachers like last time. That brunette from the last party was practically trying to do him in the middle of the den. Ain't that right, Sam?"

The African-American player rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and you were pretty disappointed that didn't happen…"

Sam let out a boisterous laugh as a towel smacked him in the face. The dark haired player grinned evilly. "Johnny boy, I didn't know you liked spying on people like that. Maybe you were the one that stuck the camera in the girl's locker room…"

"SHUT UP, ALEX!" shouted Johnny in irritation as he stomped away from the pair.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Are you gonna to cry now?"

Johnny spun around and flipped him the bird. "Nature's callin'."

The other young men just chuckled while he continued on his original path. He had his fingers on his fly and was walking towards the urinals when he noticed a pair of feet still in football cleats poking out from below a toilet stall located further in the room. Johnny frowned and cautiously came closer.

"Uh, hello. Are you alr-"

Johnny's eyes widened and his mouth froze mid-sentence. His eyes became as wide as saucers and his breathing became ragged. "Yo, Johnny boy! What's up?"

Johnny's eyes were glued to the sight before him. He could not move even if he wanted to. He vaguely noticed that he had raised a hand and was pointing at the horror in front of him. Alex frowned as he walked up to his friend.

"Johnny, what the hell is wrong? What are you pointing…"

It took all but a moment after Alex's eyes focused on what Johnny was pointing at before he let out a yell of fright.

Pale blue-grey eyes with flecks of green contained a glint of annoyance that was softened slightly by the soft kick in her abdomen. A hand with long, delicate fingers gently rubbed the area that her progeny had struck as it once again reminded her of its presence. The second hand was resting on her hip as Dr. Temperance Brennan let out a sigh. A frown formed on her lips before she stated her question.

"Why am I here?"

In front of her lay the corpse of an early twenty-something male with ginger hair and hooded dark blue glassy eyes that still contained the residual tinges of shock that sudden death brings. His stocky, upper torso was slightly reclining against the toilet, though it was mostly supported by the lime green stall's frame. A drop of blood dripped on his already crimson stained athletic uniform from his nose and mouth, while a woman with caramel skin held a flash flight up to his face during her cursory examination. Dark purple bruises lined his neck, but that was not what stood out with the victim. It was the dark, red stain that had covered the white pants below the number seven on his shirt.

"Whoa! What happened to that guy? And what's going on below the belt, Camille?"

Both women turned to see a tall, brown haired and dark eyed man clad in a grey suit and red tie. He pushed open his suit jacket open further, exposing a bright red belt buckle with the word 'Cocky' written on it, as he placed both his hands on hips. He tilted his head to the side and squinted slightly as he started to lean forward.

"Is it true what the responding officers told me?"

Dr. Camille Saroyan's lips twitched slightly. "Well, Seeley…"

"Don't call me Seeley."

"Don't call me Camille."

Brennan rolled her eyes, though the corners of her mouth slightly tugged upwards revealed that she was not nearly as annoyed when she asked once again, "Again, what am I doing here? He's far too fleshy for me."

"Dr. Brennan, you have been explicitly requested here due to VIP interest. Meet Timothy Fitzpatrick, son of Jim Fitzpatrick."

Booth's eyes widened. "Wait, Jim Fitzpatrick. 'Power Fitz?' The Hall of Famer and Member of the House?"

Cam nodded. "The one and only. And to answer your question… Yes, it's true what the officers' told you."

Booth visibly blanched while Cam tried to hide a smirk. "Booth, what's wrong? And who is this 'Power Fitz'?"

Brennan turned concerned eyes towards her partner, before looking at a slightly amused Cam. "'Power Fitz' was the nickname of the victim's father who was a well-known football player and, as Booth already mentioned, a state representative for Virginia."

Looking over at Booth with a mixture of amusement and empathy, Cam continued. "As to why every male at this crime scene is looking a little green around the edges, I can confirm upon my initial examination that whoever killed the victim made sure that whether or not they would survive, they would not be able to have kids. Though it seems like the perpetrator took a souvenir… "

"Oh," Brennan exclaimed thoughtfully, as she slightly leaned forward to examine the victim. "That would explain the reason why the officers that secured the scene looked rather ill…"

"Bones, can you not look so interested at another guy's… you know…" muttered Booth uncomfortably.

Brennan cocked her head to the side as she turned to Booth. "I don't know-"

She suddenly stood up and walked around Booth, pulled out a black latex glove and carefully picked up an object from below the sinks. "Whoa Bones, you shouldn't be doing that. Let me help you…"

She rolled her eyes briefly as she used the sink to provide additional balance as she got up from her squatting position. "Booth, I am still more than capable even at this stage in my pregnancy to pick things up from the floor. It's ok. I am also not sure you would like to pick this item up in particular."

"Why?" Booth asked as he finally looked down at the mystery object in her hand. He grimaced as he recalled a not too distant case that involved an industrial washing machine and the evidence that determined the sex of the victim as it rolled out from the machine.

"What did you find, Dr. Brennan?" asked Cam.

Booth rubbed the bridge of his nose. "She found your souvenir, Cam."

Cam grinned. "Ok, every part is accounted for the victim. I guess you can help me bag this piece of evidence."

Booth started rubbing his temples and Brennan frowned once again. "Booth? You don't look very well."

Seeley Booth looked up at his partner before his eyes dropped to the item held in her gloved hand. He cleared his throat and gruffly declared he was fine. "I'm going to tell the guys to ship him to the Jeffersonian."

So, what did you think? Interesting, dull? Critique and criticism welcomed along with ego boosting compliments. ;-)