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Brennan had examined the body of the Confederate soldier that had been found at Arlington National Cemetery and she had determined that the man had been killed by a sword of some kind almost five months before his body was found. She'd determined that the sword used to kill the victim had been thrust in the left side of the victims rib cage. Unfortunately for the victim, the sword sliced the heart which caused him to die quickly due to exsanguination.
Hodgins had taken impressions of the wounds left on two of the ribs of the victim and had surmised that the victim was probably killed with a saber. Try as he could, Hodgins couldn't find anything in the soil that had surrounded the victim that shouldn't belong there. He did determine that the victim had been killed somewhere else and that his body had been buried where it was found at a later time. There just wasn't enough blood in the soil surrounding the body for him to have been killed there. The cemetery was not the crime scene.
He had also examined the uniform that the victim had been wearing at the time of his death and found the hole in the shirt of the uniform that corresponded where the saber had gone into the victim. Much to his delight, he had also determined that the uniform was homemade. It wasn't a manufactured uniform that someone might buy for a costume party. It had been sewn with great accuracy and looked exactly like a uniform that a Confederate soldier would have worn during the Civil War. The only thing he found wrong with the reproduction was the use of modern plastic buttons on the shirt.
Unfortunately, the techs that searched the area around the burial plot nor Hodgins found a wallet or any kind of ID on the uniform or in the grave.
Angela was doing a facial reconstruction of the victim and hoped to be finished soon. She'd had to wait until the bones had been cleaned so that she could have access to the skull. Brennan had examined the skull and had given Angela the markers she thought that Angela should use in her reconstruction of the face.
Cam had extracted some DNA from the victim, but they didn't get a hit inany of their databases. They would have to wait until they had something to compare it to.
Booth had been given all of this information and had been told by Brennan that they would continue to examine the body and the soil, but at present time, they didn't have any more information about the victim to give him. So far his identity was a mystery.
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Three days after the "Rebel" had been found, Booth arrived at the Lab with two FBI agents in tow. The two agents were pushing a gurney with three boxes on it.
Motioning for his agents to wait near the platform, Booth went looking for Brennan. He found her in her office, laying on her couch. Walking quietly over to the couch, Booth leaned over and kissed Brennan lightly on the lips. A smile appearing, Brennan opened her eyes and looked at her partner. "What are you doing here?"
Happy to see that she was taking the time to rest, Booth straigthened up and pointed over his shoulder. "I missed you and I thought I'd come to see you and I brought you a present."
Intrigued, Brennan sat up and looked towards the open doorway. "A present? What kind of present?"
Booth wanted to laugh at the eagerness on her face, but decided to behave and answer her seriously. "The coroner from Indianapolis sent me the body of a victim that was found in Marion County. The body was dressed in a Civil War era Union Army uniform. I have it out in the Lab near the platform. The Coroner said that he couldn't find out who the victim is and he hoped we would be able to give his victim a name. He's fairly sure that the victim wasn't from the Indianapolis area. The victim doesn't fit the description of anyone reported missing in that area in the last year. I talked to him and he's pretty frustrated. "
Standing up, Brennan smiled at Booth's explanation, "Thanks Booth. We may be able to tell if he's connected to our other victim after I get a chance to examin him."
Pleased that his partner was pleased, Booth kissed her. "Your welcome, Bones. I knew you'd appreciate a present like that."
Walking into Brennan's office, Angela overheard Booth and was intrigued. "Booth brought you a present? Can I see it?"
Looking over at Angela, Brennan assured her. "Sure, Angela. Booth said it's over near the platform. I was going to go look at it right now. You can come with me to see it if you have the time."
Amused, Booth wanted to see Angela's reaction when she saw the body. Silently, he followed behind Angela and Brennan as they walked out of Brennan's office and over to the platform.
Stopping at the gurney, Booth asked the two FBI agents to carry the boxes up onto the platform and put them on one of the stainless steel tables.
Puzzled, Angela turned to look at Booth. "What's in the boxes, Booth?"
Smiling, Booth answered her, "I've brought Bones the skeletal remains of a victim that was found in Indianapolis a few months ago. One of the boxes contains soil samples from the grave he was buried in and I also have the Union soldier uniform he was buried in."
Disgusted, Angela complained. "A body? That's your idea of a present? A rotten old body? You're getting weird Booth." Walking away from him, Angela continued to talk to berate Booth. "You know, couples usually exchange more intimate presents like flowers or candy or . . . or even jewelry not bodies for God's sake."
Turning to Brennan, Booth pouted. "She doesn't appreciate me, Bones. I think my feelings are hurt."
Worried that Booth was actually upset at Angela, Brennan tried to sooth him. "Of course she appreciates you Booth. She just doesn't understand your motives sometimes. I'll explain to her later why I thought this was a very good present."
Booth kissed Brennan on the cheek and rubbed her back. "Thanks Bones. I knew you'd like it . . . I have to go. Call me later if you find something."
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