Sorry it took so long. Thank you to those that read the first chapter and an extra thank you to those of you that gave me a review.
The plane ride was hectic. No, I take that back; The plane ride was fine, it was security that was hectic. Obviously three people carrying guns, one of which was already in a bad mood, 'cough, Casey, cough,' is going to draw attention, unneccesary attention at that. After about an hour of interrogation, the last forty minutes of which was Casey telling them what idiots they were and how they could have blown our whole operation, we finally got on the plane and off to D.C. we went. Five hours later we were there.
The F.B.I. Agent quickly spotted us and ran over. "Welcome," he said, holding out his hand for us to shake. "I'm Agent Carr. If there's no questions, then we'll be on our way." The three of us just stood there. Carr nodded his head a couple time and then motioned for us to follow him.
As Carr escorted us through a room full of desks, I swear everyone was watching us. It probably didn't help that Casey was glaring at them. My thoughts were interupted by a knock. I turned and saw that we had stopped in front of an office. A man was walking to the door and the first thing I noticed was the 'Cocky' belt buckle. It was red and literally said 'Cocky.' Sarah chuckled and I knew she had noticed it too.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth." The man with the belt buckle said. He shook hands with sarah and I but when he got to Casey all he got was a dissatisfied grunt. Booth raised an eyebrow in challenge. "You know, I'm not exactly happy you're here either." Although he was looking at Casey when he said this, I got the feeling he was talking to all three of us.
"And, why is that?" Sarah asked
"The man found was one, Kevin Harp." Booth said, completely ignoring Sarah's question. "He was found by a group of drunk high school kids. Gun shot wound to the head. Dead approxametly seventy-two hours. Dr. Brennan is examining the bones as we speak."
"If he's only been dead seventy-two hours, how is he just bones? Shouldn't he still have some skin?" I asked.
"There was some flesh, but very little. Several animals had already gotten to the remains and ate most of his flesh by the time we got to him." Booth said. "Come on. I'll introduce you to the squints and we'll see if my partner has anything for us."
The drive to the Jeffersonian was anything but pleasant. You could cut the tension with a knife. Every few seconds Booth would glance in his rear view mirror at us.
Let me just say this, security at the Jeffersonian is tighter than the C.I.A.s. It was crazy. We walked through some glass doors that lead to the Medico Legal Lab. "Bones!" Booth called, leading us into an office. The woman looked up immeditaly. "Bones this is Agents Walker and Bartowski. And Colonel Casey. She shook hands with each of us, as he said our name. Even Casey shook her hand. "This is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan." Booth said and I couldn't help but notice how proud he sounded when he introduced us to her.
I was just about to say what a pleasure it was to meet her when a short man came rushing in.
3 guesses on the identity of the "short man," and the first two don't count.