"B-b-but, I don't know where that came from!" Larry exclaimed.
"Oh, you don't? Mr. Mongoose, We're bringing you in." Both said.
"Yeah, Larry, we're bringing you in!" I said.
Booth looked at me.
"Sorry." I said.
Brennan knelt down by the skeleton. Female, approximately 45-52 years of age, Left Clavicle is fractured and the scapula is chipped.
"Isn't that the same stuff as my parents?" I asked
"Yeah." Brennan said.
"So, serial killer theory resurfaces."
"Yes." Brennan said.
"Okay, cool."
"WE GOT ANOTHER ONE OVER HERE!" One of the forensics people yelled.
We migrated over to the other body.
"Same approximate age, same wounds… Have the forensics bring these bodies, and any other bodies that they find, over to the Jeffersonian."
"Can do." Booth said.
"Hey, wait, before we leave, have to tell you something."
"Okay, what?" Booth asked.
"A couple years ago, there was this couple living across the street from us, they had a really nice house, and this guy, he wanted to buy the house. The couple wouldn't let them, an then they disappeared. Everyone assumed that they left and sold the man their house. No none's ever seen them since." I said. "Does this help?"
"YES! This definitely helps." Booth said.
"So, we cann go back to the lab now right? Because I've got these skeletons." Brennan said.
"We know Bones, we know."
And we pulled out of Larry Mongoose's driveway and went off to the lab.
