Bones – Change
Chapter 2
They drove into the outskirts of DC to a tiny cemetery that had seen better days. The partners followed the sea of government people weaving in and out of headstones and monuments to the taped of section of the property.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth and my partner. . ."
"Dr. Temperance Brennan. Where are the remains?" Brennan cut in walking past the forensic team.
"Why do I even bother?" He followed Brennan as the head of the forensic team lead her to the remains.
"What have we got Bones?" Booth said pulling out his notebook and naked lady pen.
Brennan leaned over the remains which looked to have been deposited in no delicate manner against the base of a tree behind a large headstone. "Female. Caucasian. Mid-twenties. She hasn't been here long, maybe two days, but I will need Hodgins' analysis to be more specific."
"Cause of death?"
"Nothing that is obvious. Her body has been eaten partly by some birds and wild animals. I will need to get her back to the lab to make that determination."
"Alright." Booth turned to the head of the forensic team and began to give him instructions as to the transportation of the remains when Brennan called his name. "What's up Bones?"
"She has no blood."
"What? How can there be no blood?"
"I don't know Booth. Under her body, there should be fluids from decomposition. In this, the blood is very obvious. There is no blood."
For the second time that day, Booth felt his blood run cold. He had an idea, but could not understand where it had come from. He reached into Brennan's kit and grabbed a glove. He bent down next to Brennan and gently lifted back the girl's hair revealing her neck. There were two puncture marks.
Brennan looked up at Booth confused. How did he know to look there? "Booth, what does this mean?"
"I don't know Bones." When in reality, he did know. He did not know how he knew, but he knew: Vampires.
It had been a week and the only thing that the squints had determined was that the girls name was Julian West. She was 24 and worked as a Bartender at a local club. Her house was just a few blocks from the cemetery.
Booth and Brennan were in her office going over the case file for anything they might have missed.
"I don't see anything in here that could help us. She had lots of friends, but they all said she got along with everyone. No bad breakups. It looks like she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And the Bd who did this knows what he is doing because he didn't leave any evidence."
"I am in agreement Booth. Although I hate to admit it, I don't think we are going to be able to catch this guy." Brennan looked up as she heard her computer chime for a new email. She got up and went to look at it. "Oh no. Not again."
"What is it Bones?"
"Every year the New York Times holds a banquet to celebrate all those who have made it into the top 25 throughout the year. My publisher is making me go. Says it will be good publicity for my new book." She paused a moment. "Booth. What are you doing this weekend?"
"No way Bones. I am not going to some high toned, fancy to-do. . ."
"Booth please. You know I hate these type of things and my social skills leave something to be desired and, well, I would actually like to know someone there." She said meekly.
He looked across to his partner. He could deny her nothing, but he would not let her know that. "Alright Bones. I will go with you, but only because I know how bad your social skills can be." She gave him and dirty look. "And because you said please." He continued displaying his charm smile.
"Thanks Booth. Well it is in New York City, so we will have to leave Friday night. My publisher has arranged for a private jet to take us up there."
"Awesome!"
