The dude in the dumpster
Chapter two.
A/N: So, I couldn't resist placing two chapers in one day. The updates will not always be this fast, but right now, with the holidays I have a lot of time! :D
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will.
The next day, the MCRT entered the Jeffersonian lab and heard some noise coming from an office. A woman approached them, and she introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Angela Montenegro, I do facial reconstructions and the computer stuff. Booth and Brennan are busy bickering, so I'll introduce you to the rest of the squints." The woman said.
"Squints? What does that mean? Is it another one of your idiotic American idioms?" Ziva asked.
"No, Ziva, this is not an American idiom, and you better get used to them, if you want to be an American citizen." Tony said teasingly.
"Booth calls us the squints, we kind of got used to it. Well, this is Dr. Jack Hodgins, entomologist." She said while pointing to a short man with curly hair and a beard.
"It means I'm the bug and slime guy." He said, answering the questioning looks on the faces of the NCIS team.
Angela ignored him and said: "The woman over there" she pointed to a woman wearing a lab coat and long gloves, who was currently holding something McGee couldn't identify, and really didn't want to. "is Dr. Camille Saroyan, our boss and pathologist. And this," she pointed to the man next to her. " is Colin Fisher, our grad student of the week."
"Grad student of the week?" asked McGee.
"Yes, we have six grad students and we have a different one each case." Angela said. "You should go see Booth and Bren. Follow me." No room for discussion there. She led them to Brennan's office, and they could clearly hear two people arguing.
"I'm fine, Booth. I'm not a little girl, I can take care of myself." Brennan said.
"Come on, Bones, did you even go home last night?" A clearly worried Booth asked. "Because you really need to sleep, or at least eat something."
"Once again, I'm fine. I can go a long time without sleep, and I…" that moment Brennan noticed the group of people standing in her office. Gibbs was watching silently in a corner, McGee was thinking what a good subject for a new novel they would be, and Ziva and Tony, well, they were just looking at each other, having a silent conversation. "I'm going to examine the body now. Mr. Fisher? Have you cleaned the bones?" Brennan asked, a little embarrassed.
Fisher appeared and said "Dr. Saroyan just finished her examination of the flesh, the beetles are cleaning the bones right now."
"Beetles?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, we use flesh eating beetles to clean the bones, it doesn't take long, about a day." responded Fisher. Tony looked grossed out, and McGee looked even worse, if possible. 'This place is creepy' McGee thought.
In the bullpen, Ziva and Tony were discussing the 'squints'.
"This Fisher person is really creepy. Did you see his nails? He paints them black! He's a guy, he's not supposed to paint his nails. And those beetles, I mean, they put flesh eating beetles on dead bodies! They're weird." Tony said.
"I don't know, I like this Angela. She's really friendly. And Booth…" Ziva said. She knew this would make Tony jealous. A little teasing couldn't hurt, right?
Tony was jealous. Very jealous. He never liked it when Ziva showed interest in other men, but the fact that this made him so jealous concerned him. Ziva wasn't his, she could like who ever she wanted. But still, he was jealous. "Booth? Come on, he's like the typical Fed. He couldn't handle your mad ninja skills." He said.
"Jealous, Tony?" Ziva asked, pleased with his reaction. She didn't even like Booth. He was cute, sure, but it was obvious he was in love with his partner, Dr. Brennan. And, she was too, but just to rational to see it. When did I become the relationship expert? Ziva asked herself. Her own relationships were a disaster. Her father had sent her to Somalia to die, she had killed her own brother and Michael's love was just an order he obeyed, from her own father for god's sake! And Tony… she thought. What about Tony? "You love him." a voice inside her head said. "No, I don't." she protested, but deep inside she knew it was true. Then a voice pulled her out of her daydream.
"What do you not?" asked Tony.
"What? What do you mean?" Ziva responded.
"You said: "No, I don't." You were daydreaming, weren't you? Come on, admit it. Ziva David, Mossad assassin and super ninja was daydreaming. Who were you thinking of? Say it!" Tony said.
"I.." Ziva began, but was interrupted by Abby.
"I want to know who these people are! Are they nice? Are there any hot guys in the Jeffersonian? Because, you know it's a museum, and people in museums are usually very old and dusty and.. you know. I had a professor once who worked at the Jeffersonian, and he was very uninteresting and he kept telling us stories about these mummies. Are there any mummies? I want to know everything!" Abby said.
"How many Caf-Pow!'s have you had today?" McGee asked the happy goth who was now jumping in the bullpen.
"Only six."
"Come on, let's go down to your lab and I'll tell you." McGee offered.
Angela entered Brennan's office and immediately began talking. "Sweetie, have you seen this guy? Tony? He's so hot! If I weren't celibate at the moment, I would immediately jump him! Those eyes, they were gorgeous. Sweetie, are you even listening?"
Brennan was definitely not listening. She was furiously typing on her computer, and had barely noticed Angela entering her office. Angela recognised the absent look on her friend's face and decided to leave, and not disturb her writing. Bren could be very irritated by that. Just then Hodgins came in, and began talking.
"The insect activity on the body suggest he was killed eight weeks ago. Dr B?"
Brennan answered, still a little confused: "Good work, Dr. Hodgins. I'll go tell Booth."
Meanwhile in the bullpen, Ziva, Tony and McGee were informing Gibbs on the victim.
"Victim is assumed to be Petty officer second class Terry Evans, the vic wore his dog tags." McGee stated.
Ziva said "Terry Evans, graduated from MIT seven years ago, joined the navy immediately after graduation, fast riser. Expert in hacking and decryption. No rap sheet, only a few car tickets, that's it."
"Was reported missing two months ago, last seen at a bar here in DC." Tony added.
"Tony, Ziva, you go to the bar, find out what he was doing there."
"Got it, boss" Tony and Ziva were already in the elevator.
A/N: So, I have been nice, I uploaded two chapters in one day, can I please have a review? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?
