What Happens Here...
By InuYashaBaby1
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. There, I said it.
AN: Okay, Hey Guys! Congratz to Cullenluver7 who won the contest! So, this chapter is for you, Cullenluver7! Grapes and Tacos???? YUCK! Ahahaha. Sorry it took so long to get this out, I had a bout of the dreaded and terrible writers block! It was so bad I almost died a writer death! JK. I'm fine, really. HOWEVER, after the writers block passed, I had a string of bad ass virus mother smuckers that practically destroyed my computer. However, I did a worship dance to the gods of antivirus software, and here I am good as new! YAY! On with the chapter! Oh, some characters may be a little OOC, btw.
Chapter 4: Condoms & Car Crashes & Colin, Oh My!
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Embarrassment
"Uh, Bones?" Booth asked cautiously, staring at me. I quickly jumped backward.
"Sorry, I just tripped." I wiped off the cookie crumbs off my shirt in angry silence. He stared at me.
"Naw, don't worry about it, Bones. It's cool." He smiled genuinely and picked up half a cookie from his lap. "I like my cookies couch and floor flavored, anyway."
I laughed at that, rearing my head back.
"Well, at any rate," I said after I finished my laughing, "I need to get back to the lab." Booth nodded swiftly.
"I picked up your car yesterday, I just didn't tell you." He shrugged. I heard a cell phone ring in the room over, and Jessica timidly picking up. I heard some mumbles, and then, with a waddle, the girl came into the room.
"I'm talking with my friends Mellie and Becca, and they say that they have some stuff to give you." Jess said.
"Evidence?" Booth questioned, his eyebrow cocked.
"Yeah, I guess." Jessica paused before adding. "Can I come to the lab with you? I promise, I won't be a burden, I just want to observe some. Well, Mellie is into marine biology, especially manatees, and I know that's not going to help you out, but...she wants to come along too, and Becca really...well, she likes...she likes the X files and 24... and well, she wants to come along too." Jess finished in a rush.
I opened my mouth to reply with a swift no, but Booth surprised me with a simple yes. Jessica's face lit up like a light. After Jess left the room, I was ready to give Booth a fierce round of safety and compromising the remains before he said:
"X Files is my favorite show, and I have a soft spot for manatees. Who knows, maybe they're in danger too." He said it quietly, clearly not intending the boys in the next room to overhear. I gave him a look that I've seen him give me. It was a look of disbelief.
No one Expects The Spanish Inquisition!
"Oh my God! This place is incredible!" Jessica smiled as she walked into the Medico Legal Lab at the Jeffersonian. Security was wheeling her into the Jeffersonian in a wheel chair, it was too dangerous for her to walk. Melanie and Becca where standing dutifully beside her. Becca was good looking, and very frail. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, and her eyes were a dull emerald. Beside her was Melanie, who was practically the opposite, except she too was attractive. Melanie was tall with toned legs, which when asked, she replied was from soccer. Her dirty blonde hair was layered and cut to her shoulders, and she had sparkling hazel eyes.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Melanie and Becca said at the same time.
"Who are the tater-tots?" Wendell asked as he came down the stairs.
"I am not a tater tot! I am a French fry!" Melanie said defiantly. Booth laughed at that.
"Wendell, this is Jessica, the victim's girl friend, and her two friends Rebecca and Melanie." I explained.
"Nice to meet you guys. I found some fractures on the victim's wrist, but I'd attribute that to a fracture he had about a week before he died." Wendell said.
"The victim," Jess hissed. "has a name." Wendell looked at the girl sitting in the wheel chair in amazement. Her voice sounded stronger than it actually was.
"Wait, this is the girl from the picture?" Hodgins said, coming over from his station.
"Yes," I sighed.
"What happened to her?" Hodgins questioned.
"Wait just one solitary second!" Becca said, her finger waving toward Hodgins. "You're Dr. Jack Hodgins! Expert in Government and Social Conspiracies!"
"That's me!" Hodgins smiled.
"Oh my sweet holy Jesus." Jessica sighed. "She's obsessed with you."
"I'm not obsessed." Becca protested. "But can I ask you some questions?"
"Of course." Hodgins smiled.
"Have you found anything?" I asked him lightly.
"Well, Only minor stuff. I found some basic cologne residue, you know just some Axe which I assume belong to the victim." He nodded and motioned for Becca to follow him and she did.
"Wait, Dr. Hodgins!" Jess called and Jack turned around.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Are you sure that the brand was Axe?"
"Yeah. Each brand his it's own signature chemical ingredients, and this chemical makeup is clearly that of Axe."
"Mike didn't wear Axe." Jess shook her head as she said this. "He wore Old Spice."
"Are you sure he couldn't have just tried it?" I asked her.
"No, he hated the smell of Axe." Jess confirmed.
"Okay, not a big clue, but you know." Booth sighed. "It'll be useful as the same."
"Every clue matters when you're searching for the truth." I contradicted. He smiled lightly at me and patted me on the shoulder. My heart skipped a beat. Silly, trivial. I stared down at the floor of my beloved Jeffersonian.
"Brennan," Angela's voice said from behind me. I whirled around and was pulled into a hug. "How are you?" She asked, smiling at me.
"I'm fine, Ange." I replied. "I have to get to work."
"Oh, fine, well, my best friend just spent a week in Las Vegas, and she expects me to let her get back to work." Angela said sarcastically. She talks as though sometimes work doesn't matter to her. My favorite thing in the world is working. It's impossible to me, to see how someone as smart as Angela could not be content in this world of truth seeking. I suppose that I over analyze sometimes.
"You know how important this case is to Booth." I whispered quickly.
"Oh, to your hubby?" She laughed in a hyena like fashion, nudging me sweetly with her hip.
"No one is supposed to know about that." I scowled as the group dispersed. Angela rolled her eyes and tucked a rough sketch of Michael under her arm. She walked away from me and was interrupted by Melanie who questioned her about the picture. They must have hit it off because they walked away in the direction of Angela's office, gabbing away. A guard helped Jessica out of her wheelchair and onto the platform before I could mention that any exposure to bacteria might risk the baby, because of her Preeclampsia. She almost toppled over when she saw the baby, practically right on top of poor Mr. Bray, he was not expecting it. However, he easily returned her to a standing position. She stared at the remains for a moment, and she surprised me. I expected her to topple over and her body to wrack with sobs, but instead, she held her ground. She even smiled a little. She appeared to ask Wendell for a pair of rubber gloves and a work jacket and he gave them to her. She pushed the jacket on, her small belly not a difficulty.
I turned from the scene and walked to my office. I did some writing on my latest book, Bone to Pick. I absolutely hated the title, but that title was granted to it by my new publisher. I shuddered a little bit.
Booth walked into the room with a look of despair upon his face.
"What is it, Seeley?" I asked him as he sat on my couch.
"Don't be pissed at me." He said.
"Why would I be upset with you?"
He didn't answer, he just stared at the floor.
"Why would I be upset with you?" I repeated.
"Are you on birth control?" He asked me. Confused, I shrugged.
"No." I replied. "Why?"
"Shit." He simply said. He was clearly frustrated. He stood up and kicked my coffee table.
"Hey, hey, hey! That's a two hundred year old coffee table!" I grabbed him by the bicep. "What is it, Booth?"
"I didn't bring condoms to Las Vegas." He said quietly. He didn't even glance in my direction. My hand dropped.
"We could have bought one," I reasoned. "Don't jump to conclusions."
"We were really pissed."
"We weren't mad, we were just drunk." I said once again confused. He laughed lightly.
"That's what they say in the UK when someone is drunk, Bones. Bruce's Philosopher's Song, Bones. Monty Python . Ring a bell?"
"No." I said, a tad aggravated that we had gotten off subject.
"Okay, okay." He said, quietly.
"So, what you're saying is that you believe that we had unprotected sex?"
"Yes." He bit his lip.
I thought this over for a moment. My shoulders tensed. M lip quivered.
"Are you angry?"
"No." I confirmed. "I'm just...unsure of what to think."
"There's only one thing." Booth smiled a little.
"And that is?"
"I'm absolutely sure that we shouldn't tell Sweets." He said, and patted me on the shoulder. I laughed and nodded my head. Typical Booth. Always making me laugh.
"Dr. Brennan?" Wendell said, knocking on the door.
"Yes?" I said, turning to him. He was smiling widely. He was supporting Jessica, and she was smiling a little bit too.
"We...Well, Jessie found something." Wendell smiled and moved Jess over to the couch.
"And that would be?" Booth said anxiously.
"You know how I figured that fracture on the wrist? Well, Jess suggested that we look at the other wrist. Just in case, you know there was another fracture. And there was! So then, she suggested what if we looked at the ankles, too. So we did. Both of 'em were fractured too. It appears that the victim was tied. He fought against it too. Hard." Wendell explained.
"Wow. Have Hodgins see if there are any particles in the..." I was saying when I was cut off.
"No, we already did that." Jessie piped up. "He was tied with leather. We also had him check the back for particles. He found wood that dated from the 1500s in Spain."
"That's not even all!" Wendell smiled. "The limbs are slightly elongated. By elongated, I mean that the bones were pulled apart a little. All of that adds up to one big thing."
"And that is?" Booth asked.
"The Medieval Rack." Jessie sighed. "Was used to torture him before his death."
"The medieval rack? Like the Spanish Inquisition?" Booth laughed. "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!"
"Monty Python. You have good taste, Agent Booth." Jessica smiled slightly. "Only, I doubt anyone poked him with fluffy pillows." She laughed as she said it.
"I don't understand." I said, shaking my head.
"We don't expect you to." Booth smiled.
"That's not even it." Wendell smiled.
"It's not?" I said questioningly.
"No." Jessica said grimly. "Roy's family collects Medieval Relics."
"I'll get a warrant." Booth said and hurried out the room.
Phone Calls
As everyone filed out of the room, I ran my hands through my hair. My gaze dropped to my stomach.
Could there be an embryo there? A little person in the making? With Booth's compassion, my brains? My hair, his eyes?
I shook that thought quickly and went to stand up when my cell phone rang.
"Brennan." I answered calmly, secretly pleading that the voice on the other side was Booth's.
"Hello, Temperance, this is Collin." A deep voice on the other side said, a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"Who?"
"Collin, remember? I did your wedding about a day ago. Are you still in Vegas?"
"Oh, God, no. I'm nowhere near Vegas. I'm in D.C." I said, vaguely glad to be talking to him.
"I just wanted to check in on the happy couple and to see if you're still together."
"We are." I found myself grinning a little and inwardly slapped myself. Marriage is a stupid institution, marriage is a stupid institution.
"Wonderful! I could see that you too were so in love! You couldn't keep your hands off each other!" His voice was high and cracking. I was embarrassed.
"Yes, well. Your reason for calling, please." I stated.
"Oh, well we have your wedding video and we were wondering if you wanted it."
"Yes." I said quickly, knowing that the annulment was far easier to obtain with evidence of intoxication.
"Your address please?"
"13-" I paused, not wanting to give him my address. "We have a PO box. 7688."
"Great, wonderful. Thank you Mrs. Booth." As he said it I flinched.
"Uhm..." I ground my teeth together. "It's Dr. Booth."
"Oh sorry. Nice talking to you!" He hung up.
Ugh. Fabulous.
Christine
~Third Person~
Jessica smiled as she followed agent Booth.
"Can I pick up my car while we're gone?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"Yeah. I suppose." Booth hesitated. "Where is it?"
"It's at my house. Ahhh...is it a classic." She looked like she went into dream land as she said it.
"What type?" He asked as he pulled open the passenger side door and she borrowed her way in.
"1958 Plymouth Fury." She smiled. "Painted white and red."
"Stephen King fan, I venture."
"Yeah. Christine." She laughed lightly. "I know real car collectors take pride in keeping the original engine but mine was shit so I had a friend of mine replace it with a new engine that has great gas mileage."
"Which friend?" Booth inquired.
"Uh, Mike." She stared downward.
Flashback
"Hey, making progress there, baby?" Jessica said as she walked behind her beautiful boyfriend.
"Yeah. Almost done." He said, turning towards her. "After this, I have to take a shower. Do you mind if I use yours...?"
"Only if you let me take it with you." Jessica grinned and let him kiss her. They kissed for a long time for he pulled away and stared back at the engine.
"I can't wait." He grinned and watched her walk away. Once she was inside she checked her cell phone for any texts.
One text was from her friend Brendan;
Hai jess r u comin 2 da game 2nite?
She quikly texted back with a quick yes. Why wouldn't she? Her boyfriend was their star player. Brendan was a center. He wasn't suckish, but he wasn't immensely amazing either. Mike plowed through the door and it slammed behind him. Jess ran out to the front room to see him. His face was contorted with rage.
"What happened?" She said, putting her hands on his shoulders. He shook them off. She bit her lip.
"That sonovabitch thinks he can come around here and stalk my girlfriend, and...' his voice was raspy.
"Who?" She asked, quietly.
"Who else? That dick faced shit tard Roy." Mike was angry. Jessica leaned up and kissed him. His kiss was desperate as if checking if she still loved him.
"Still need that shower?"
She asked as they pulled apart. Grinning, he pulled her over his
shoulder and ran her to the bathroom. What she and her friends had
said wasn't true. Just because he was a jock, didn't mean he
wasn't hung...
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"Mrs. Baker?" Booth asked as a frail woman opened the front door.
"Why yes-I...Jessie! It's so wonderful to see you! How are you, dear?" Mrs. Baker replied.
"I'm as okay as can be, you know." Jessie replied morosely. "You know, my boyfriend was murdered."
"I'm really very sorry about that-of you and Roy had dated, I'm sure-" Booth cut her off quickly.
"I have a warrant to search the premises for a Medieval torture device known as the rack."
"Oh, well, you won't find it here. We own one, but we keep it at our warehouse. I'll give you the key." She hurried off the kitchen and returned with a key.
"Mrs. Baker, is Roy here?" Jess asked.
"No," She sighed. "I haven't seen him since you found that hooligan's-"
"That hooligan was the greatest person who has ever lived you over grown bean pole!" Jess spat.
"Well, deary, he was clearly on drugs. My boy would never do drugs."
"Oh, so it was okay of him to rape me in the back of a van, now was it?"
"Deary, he told me that you two were having an affair, and..."
"That's not true! That asshole pulled me into the van as we were walking and he ripped my skirt off and the only reason I wasn't totally mutilated is because Mikey came outta nowhere and creamed the little shit." Jessie said. Booth was surprised at her colorful vocabulary.
"Well, I never!" Mrs. Baker gasped and Booth quickly said goodbye and walked Jessie out of there, keys in hand.
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Hodgins POV
I awoke to a shrill ringing. Ugh. My cell. I rolled over, trying extremely hard to ignore it. After about two rings I realized the importance of this call, considering it was two in the morning. I grabbed my iPhone and answered.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice tired. I rubbed my eyes.
"Jack?" Angela's voice said quietly and timidly.
"Angie?"
"Jack-there's been an accident. I need your help."
"What kind of accident?" I was instantly terrified.
"Just come down to the hospital. Please." She hung up. I grabbed my pants and ran out the door, not caring that I was just wearing a tank top.
When I got there I slammed myself through the doors of the hospital. I ran up to the desk and asked for the lady to help me. She looked at me for a while, her homely face clearly attracted to me.
"I'm looking for a patient-an Angela Montenegro." I breathed. The woman looked disappointed, as if she had had a chance in hell with me.
"Are you family?"
"No, but..."
"Well, I'm sorry then, I can't let you see her."
"What if I told you that I'm Jack Hodgins."
"Jack Hodgins?" Her voice dropped low and she looked shocked. "As in the largest sponsor of the hospital's pediatric wing? The Hodgin's wing?"
"Yeah, that's me." I said.
"Can I see some ID?" She asked tensely.
I pulled out my drivers license and she looked at it for a moment before handing it back to me and saying that Angie, my perfect Angie was in the fourth small curtain shielded area on the left. I ran franticly down the hall, thankful for the first time of my donation to the hospital. Then I saw her, beautiful and lovely, a doctor beside her pulling glass out of her shoulder and a rough cast on her arm.
"Jack!" She called to me as I walked over. Without thinking, without breathing, I grabbed her face and kissed her. We pulled away, she stared at me, her perfect eyes sparkling.
"What happened?" I asked.
End Chapter 4
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AN: sorry again about the taking too long to get out. Love ya'll! Review please!