The Bodies in the Field
Author's Note: This is for my 5th grade teacher. She didn't put me on the honor roll for a quarter. The first time ever I didn't make the honor roll, and therefore at the end of 6th grade when everyone else was getting the president's award for being on the honor roll every quarter since kindergarten, I didn't. I hate her for that. Therefore, this revenge belongs to her. Today's students are tomorrow's bosses. Watch who you step on.
Queen Isabella: Well, I guess you've never been to my school, which is what I am basing this off of. We have some really old looking seniors, and you're allowed to stay into your twenties, and they surely can pass for that young. Yeah, we dance in the hallways too, it's normal, and we sing during class about anything but the topic, cause ain't nobody be learnin no nuthins at my school. I just thought most people don't dance on the roofs of their cars during lunch hour, at least not Brennan.
Halfpastdead001: I'm sorry! I misread your previous review. When I went back and reread it I realized what I did. Please forgive me.
Boneswhisper: I'm glad someone liked the idea of Booth failing art and having it ripped to pieces.
Disclaimer: Um, I only own what is mine. Everything else belongs to someone else that is not me.
Summary: Bodies are found buried under a high school football field. Catch is, there are dozens of them.
"So, sweetie, tell me about your day," Angela said, walking into Brennan's office and closing the door behind her.
"Well, I told you how Booth is not an artist. That was pretty funny. He sang this really cute song today. I turned around to ask him something. 'Hey Tony' and he started singing," Brennan laughed.
"Oh, Tony the Tiger. Pretty good cereal. Interesting song choice."
"Then in newspaper, he asked me if I wanted to make out with him," Brennan was typing now, looking up information on one of the victims.
Angela helped herself from screaming, "Booth wants to make out with you?!"
"Everyone else was. We had a whole class time to not do anything, right after an hour of not doing anything. Well, I danced on the roof of the truck with Sara."
"Bren! You were wearing your school clothes dancing on the roof of a truck?"
"Yeah. Something bad?"
"Let me pick out your outfit for tomorrow. Sweetie, he won't be able to keep his hands off of you. Plus, you are supposed to be seducing teachers."
"Ugh, fine. Clothes are in those bags over there. I didn't feel like taking all of them home, so I left what I couldn't take in one trip here."
"Perfect," Angela said, already rummaging through the bags.
"I got a hit. Jane Doe number 6 is Bethany Jones. I'll take Booth tomorrow to inform the family that we found their daughter. Today we ruled out one man as a possible suspect. There was no way he could have done it."
"You should wear this," Angela said, holding up a jean mini skirt.
"If I say no, you'll find something worse, so I'm going to say yes," Brennan sighed.
"Good, now to find a shirt," Angela went back to the bags.
"I love being undercover, this is so cool," Sara said, looking at the remains on the table. She was talking to Zack.
"This is my first undercover case," Zack admitted.
"Well, I don't think that this one is very hard. All you have to do is be a high school student. Those were some awesome years," Sara said thinking about her high school days, as her cell rang. Looking at the number she stepped away, placing her phone on speaker phone. She hated how she could never hear what the other person was saying, or having to hold it up to her ear, "Hello?" she said.
"Nari! Nari something bad has happened," a voice said from the other line in some other language.
"Mama? Mama, calm down," Sara said back, in the same language. The panic in her voice rose as the conversation went on, and almost reached the level of mama's. Sara then closed her phone and turned to Zack, started in her language, but caught herself and started in English, "Hey, I need to go. Something happened. Would you tell Dr. Brennan that I'm leaving early?" Something was off about the naturally fun and carefree Sara.
"Okay, see you tomorrow?" he asked. Truth be told, Zack liked the new squint.
"Um, yeah, see you tomorrow," she flashed a smile before grabbing her bag and leaving. Zack went back to looking at the bones on the tables. They still had a few that needed names.
"Come on, you'll look really good," Angela pleaded, holding up a jean jacket and a lace camisole. "Booth will flip. He's an awesome belt, and some shoes."
"Ange!"
"And you'll need jewelry," Angela ignored her friend's outburst; it was for her own good.
"I'm going to go look at Jane Doe number 13," Brennan said leaving and walking out onto the platform while Angela picked out an outfit to make her look like a hooker. "Hey Zack, where's Sara?"
"She went home, something came up, I think. Someone called her, and it seemed important," Zack explained.
"Okay, well, I guess you're just going to have to I.D. some bodies on your own then, and cover in case Cam shows up," Brennan said, moving down the line of Jane Does. Since they all needed to go to school tomorrow, they needed to work late on the case.
"Bones, it's almost 10, don't you think it would be a good idea to head home and get some sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow," Booth said, walking over, looking at the bones on the table and turning away. "It's a school day."
"I am fully aware that tomorrow is a school day, thank you, but these bodies are not going to identify themselves," Brennan explained.
"Come on, I'll take you to Wong Foo's and we can get food and then you can go home and not worry about bones for the rest of the night," Booth suggested.
"Fine," she grumbled, "Just let me go get something from my office." On her way she passed Angela, who was obviously now done with clothes.
"They're on your desk, you'd better wear them," Angela smiled, walking past her. She wanted to get to Booth. She grabbed his arm and dragged him away in the direction she was going. "Tony the tiger? You sang her Tony the tiger?"
"Yeah, something wrong with that," Booth asked.
"Oh, I don't know, have you heard the song before? That's not the only thing I heard about today. Don't mess with her head Booth," Angela warned.
"Yes mom," he sighed.
"I'm serious. We all know Bren is lacking in the social department, and it is easy to go above her head with these things, doesn't mean we should," Angela scolded.
"I wasn't doing anything like that; I was simply making a comment about a television commercial."
"Really? Well, enlighten me, just what was the commercial that said 'Wanna make-out?' advertising?"
"What got you so defensive?" Booth asked, wondering what was up with all the questions.
"Bren likes you. It's obvious. Don't hurt her, or I know a couple people that would be willing to hurt you in a couple places that you really wouldn't want hurt."
"She likes me?"
"Yes! And everyone here knows that you like her, except her."
"I do-"
"Cut the crap. It's true."
"Fine, yes, I like her, happy?" Booth surrendered.
"Yes, actually, I am, very. Now all you have to do is tell her," Angela smiled walking away, seeing Brennan leave her office for the night.
Booth looked at her, she had a bag in one hand, and her jacket draped over her arm and was walking towards him. It's funny how everything you want is right in front of you, and it takes a hard blow to the head to realize it.
So, no fluffyness in this chapter, but I am setting it up, along with a couple other things, so bear through my boringness for a little bit. I still have names to include, and I will, I promise. I read every last one of you guys reviews, the brighten my day so very much. Uhm, so yeah, just click the fabulous little button, right down there someplace and tell me how much you love me... or hate me.
Oh, I forgot to ask for a vote last chapter. Who is the bad guy? Vote now!
A. Mr. Joe Looney (Government Teacher, really boring)
B. Mr. George Carter (Art Teacher, Ripped Booth's Artwork)
C. Mr. Leo Brooks (Math Teacher, didn't really get into him during school, but you can still vote him)
D. Mr. Robby Jewels (Newspaper Teacher, the guy Booth and Brennan ruled out because he didn't fit the profile)
Okay, I'm out. Vote! Review! Peace!