Case stuff in this chap. I hope to have another one up tonight. If not, tomorrow night. I don't own Bones. Review Please please please.
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Next day, at the make-shift lab
The six bodies were laying on individual tables in the make-shift lab that had been set up at the Falmouth Hospital. Brennan was pouring over the bodies, muttering to herself and writing notes every once and a while. Booth leaned unnoticed against the door frame of the small room, just watching her work. Bones sighed, took off her gloves, turned around, and ran smack-dab into Booth's chest with a yelp.
"You ok there, Bones?" he chuckled, grabbing her waist so that she wouldn't fall over.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Want to see what I got so far?"
"Hmmmm." Booth responded, leaning down to kiss her, one hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to him. She slapped his hand away before he could kiss her and turned so that he wouldn't see her ear-to-ear grin.
"I'm working, Booth. Now get your ass over here, I want to show you what I found."
Booth gave her a soulute. "Yes ma'am."
Bones put her hands on her hips and glared at him, which was hard because he was giving her 'the look'. "Stop it!" she said, trying to sound mad and failing miserably. She turned to the bodies. "All victims are caucasion--"
"You mean white?" Interupted Booth.
"Yes, that's what I just said. Like I said, they are all caucasion, found face-down, and killed by a blow to the head with a tire iron. We've got three males, two females." She walked around and pointed to the first body. "Vic one is male, five foot one, and by the deteriation of the metacarples, I'd say he spent a lot of time with tweasers."
Booth coughed to cover a snort of laughter. "Tweasers?"
"Yes. This one resembles Hodgins. Remember the first vic we were sent to find?" she pointed to one of the bodies.
"Yeah, the 'Sully Clone'."
"Hodgins spends his whole day picking up bugs and dirt with tweasers. He's short...er than most people... 5' 1'' is short...so this is our 'Hodgins Clone' " She stopped to pick up a piece of paper from the table. "This is the note found with him. There is a note for each body." She shuddered, and then handed Booth the first note.
I told you to drop the case, but I can tell you're not listening. This means war, Dr. Brennan. Hope you like the rest of you presents. You will be mine soon.
Love, Epps
Booth nodded for her to continue. "Next victim, male, 5 foot 5, white. Other than that, I can only assume that the facial reconstruction will resemble Zack. There are no other distinguishing features." She handed him the note for the 'Zack Clone'.
You're not going to find me, Dr. Brennan. I am too clever. You killed me once, but you can't do it again... You will be mine VERY soon.
Love, Epps
"Vic 3," she continued. "Is... you."
"Me?" Booth asked.
"Five foot 7, white male, fractures on feet and ribs, broke his right arm when he was 3." she stated.
"Now how the hell do you know that?" asked Booth, rubbing his arm protectivly.
"I saw your x-rays, Booth. I know everything."
"And modest about it too..." he mumbled, rolling his eyes. The note said-
I wasn't kidding about shooting him.
Love, Epps
"Vic four is female, five foot 5, uses her right hand for writing a lot. I found a hair that we can use for DNA matches, and I think it is brown, but I can't tell for sure until Hodgins takes a look. She could have dyed it. So this is basically, our 'Angela Clone'. Here's the note for her."
Do you know where your puppydog is?
Love, Epps
"Where is Angel, Booth?" asked a concerned Brennan.
"I... I really don't know. She wasn't in the room when we got up this morning, I just figured she let herself out, she does that sometimes." Booth said, just as worried. Tears welled up in Brennan's eyes.
"Hey... shhhhh. She'll show up, I'm sure she's just scouting the town or something..." Booth soothed, wrapping his arms around her. Brennan sniffed, and then pulled her self together.
"Vic five is me."
"You?"
"Five 6, female, white, broke her arm at age of 16..." They leaned in together to look at the note.
Your mine.
Love, Epps
"So we have Sully, Hodgins, Zack, Angela, you, and me." Booth ticked off on his fingers. "That it??"
"That's all I can tell until we get to a real lab. I'm shipping the bodies today."
"Great! Now let's go to the beach!"
"I have to call the guys first to say that I'm sending them some stuff." Brennan opened up her laptop and plugged in the little camera for the video. Zack popped up on the screen.
"Zack Addy, I live to serve."
"Hey Zack. I'm sending you six bodies by overnight mail. Bugs and soil for Hodgins--"
"Did I hear my name??" asked Hodgins as he elbowed Zack out of the screen.
"Yes, I've got some bugs and dirt--"
"Soil."
"Bugs and soil for you to look at. Also, I want whatever you can get off the tire iron and notes. There is a note with each body. Can I talk to Angela alone please?"
"Sure, hold on. ANNNGGGGEEEELLLAAAAA!!!!!" he shouted.
"What?" a muffled voice could be heard in the background.
"Brennan's on the phone!!!!!!!!!"
A loud squeal was heard, and they saw Hodgins cover his ears. A few seconds later, Angela's voice could be heard.
"Off the phone! Leave! I have to talk to Brennan. Go race bugs with Zack-o. Yes, right now. Bye!" Angela's face appeared. "Sweetie!!! Is that Booth in the background?"
"Hey Ange!" they answered in unison. Booth moved closer to the camera.
"Angela, I need your help."
"Anything for you, studmuffin." she answered.
"You see, we are on the Cape. And I want to go swimming, but Bones won't--" he was cut off as Brennan clapped a hand over his mouth and shoved him away. Angela strained to hear their whispered conversation.
"No!" she whispered furiously. "No! Your NOT asking her for help. Don't even THINK about it, mister. I have somewhere else I have to be this afternoon."
"What are you going to do about it? And I'm still trying to convince you, no matter what, so how are you going to punish me, hmmmm??"
She cocked an eyebrow, and then leaned up to whisper something so that Ange couldn't hear. Booth's eyes grew wide and he started to shake his head vigourously, begging her not to do something.
"Ahem. Guys? Do I need to be here??" asked Angela.
"Sorry Ange." said Brennan, returning to the camera after shooting Booth a glare. "There are six bodies coming in. I just want to warn you because chances are, they are going to resemble the guys and us. Epps decided to go copy-cat."
"Ok sweetie. Why won't you go with Booth?"
"I'm going home."
"Ooohhhhh. Have fun honey! Call me to tell me how it goes. How's Angel?"
Brennan's eyes welled up again. "Missing." she sniffed. "We got a note from Epps asking if we knew where she was, so I'm guessing he took her as bait to lure me in. We WILL get him this time. I just know it."
"Good luck sweetie. Bye! Do something I would do!" Angela disconnected.
"I can't believe you threatened to not sleep with me." Booth said, sounding thouroughly depressed.
