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Picture of Ice, Ch. 4

Jenny Montgomery, FBI agent and one time close "friend", and co-worker of Agent Seeley Booth, studied herself in the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall, wondering why he couldn't see her the way she wanted him to, also wondering what he saw in HER.

Long, golden blonde slightly wavy hair framed her oval face, clear blue eyes, peaches & cream skin, great body. Frowning slightly, she thought of Dr. Temperance Brennan, too thin, brownish auburn hair, nothing outstanding, one may go as far as to say boring even.

What does she have that I don't? Jenny wondered to herself, quickly turning away from the mirror, striding angrily out of the bedroom, slamming the door loudly, and turning into the kitchen of her apartment. It was decently sized, she'd had better, but location, as they say, is everything.

She had just recently gotten this new apartment, after being on the waiting list for months. She was directly below Seeley Booth's apartment. He had no idea she even lived here, but it made it easier to keep tabs on what he was up to. When she was first introduced to him, nearly 2 years ago, she had thought they had an instant connection, even chemistry, an instant attraction. She could still see the way his dark brown eyes appraised her as he shook her hand, scanning her fully, up and down. This was back before he started working on cases that required an offsite forensics team. Back when he worked more directly in the office, and closer to her. Where he belonged, she amended.

Long before he'd met Dr. Brennan, they'd worked several cases together, and she thought that they were headed, inevitably, towards an affair, and then, she secretly hoped, a relationship. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment when she recalled the day she tried to kiss him, they had been on a stake out, and had been in his SUV for hours, he had been telling her about his sad situation with Rebecca, he ex, she'd leaned in towards him, eyes closed, thinking he felt the same thing she did, as the moment seemed so right, but then he'd pulled back as if slapped, and gave her the "strictly professional relationship" speech, the look of pity in his eyes was so infuriating she still fumed at the thought.

That embarrassing little incident had been 2 months after he met HER. One week after that, she was moved to a different, less exciting department. Slamming her fist down on the counter, she swore to herself and turned on her heel, and head into the spare bedroom of the apartment to make sure the good Doctor was still unconscious. Besides, it was picture time. One last picture for her precious Agent, time to move things along to the next stage of the game.

Picking up her digital camera from the bookshelf in the hall, she unlocked the bedroom door, and strode purposefully in. Still dimly lit, the only furnishings in the room were the chair that her captive sat in, a small table with a lamp with a 40-watt bulb in it. The other wall featured her photographic skills, as she'd kept tabs on her Special Agent. The small window was covered by a mini blind, and closed tightly, allowing little to no light to enter.

Dr. Temperance Brennan, brilliant forensic anthropologist, and best selling author, sat hunched over in the straight backed, wooden chair, her arms and legs tied to the chair, her mouth taped shut, chin resting on her chest, was still unconscious, thanks to the little cocktail of drugs Jenny had been administering to her. She noted that the doctor's face was very pale, with dark purple smudges beneath each of her eyes. Her hair hung in thick strands framing her face. Defiantly not alluring or attractive in any way.

Good, she thought to herself, he can see how terrible and pathetic she looks in the picture I take. Jenny took the picture, and printed out a copy of it from her home printer on glossy photo paper. Standing quickly, she turned and exited her apartment. Not bothering to lock the door she ran to the stairwell.

Quickly walking up the stairs to Booth's apartment door, she taped the picture she'd just printed from her desktop computer of Dr. Brennan, and took another picture of his apartment door with the photograph taped to it. Removing the photo, and glancing around before she dashed back down the stairs to her apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her.

Grabbing a felt tip black marker, Jenny wrote the next message for him on the back of the new picture she'd just taken.

Now she had to fax it to his office, and before too long, she knew he'd go back there, regardless of the fact it was a Saturday, to look over the case files for "the ice man" case that Agent Angelo was heading up, in an effort to find Dr. Brennan in time.

She knew that each of the victims were dead within 12 hours of their disappearance, with the exception of the one victim who held on and lapsed into a coma, brought on by hypothermia.

It might just be fun to be around when he was there, scrambling around for info. She laughed softly to herself at the thought.

Using a secure, untraceable line, she faxed the new picture over to Agent Booth's private office, leaned back in her chair, and smiled. It was only a matter of time, and he would turn to her in his grief, and realize that they were meant to be together.

I think I will drive over to the office, and just see how things are going, she decided to herself, pushing herself back from the computer desk, and grabbing her purse as she exited her apartment.

End ch. 4

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