Got lots of BB last chap so here's some stuff on the case.
Booth awoke to the sound of his cell phone going off.
"Booth." He hadn't even opened his eyes, but he knew that it was Saturday and wherever he was wasn't his house. It smelled too flowery.
"Agent Booth? We've got a name for your Chopper."
Booth's eyes popped open, he realized immediately that he was in Bones' apartment, although she was nowhere to be seen.
"What is it?"
"Raymond Stark. He worked at all the schools of your victims and in the correct timeline. He also has a wrap sheet the size of my mother-in-law. A history of substance abuse, assault and battery, the whole nine yards. His last known residence is a house downtown. SWAT is on their way there now."
Booth acknowledged this and hung up the phone.
"Bones!" He got up from the couch, his arm a little stiff and he rubbed his shoulder. "Bones!" His heart rate began to quicken a little, it wasn't like her not to answer him when he called. She always at least had some snide remark about being too loud or something.
It was then that he noticed the note on the counter.
Booth, coffee is made and in the pot. I had some work to do at the lab. Feel free to help yourself to some food, I have my cell. - "Bones"
Booth smiled slightly at the careful way she wrote the letters. Bones never wanted to be misunderstood. He wondered if she left the note because it was the logical thing to do or because she knew he'd be worried to wake up and find her not there.
He preferred to believe the latter.
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Brennen was bent low over the EC Chopper file at her desk, poring over every detail. She hadn't really had time to look at it yet, and now realizing how important it was to Booth, she wanted to be sure she knew all she could.
The bones she had sprawled out on her light-table were from a 22-year-old female. COD was a series of knife wounds that left their marks on the ribcage, sternum and part of the clavical. They got back the DNA results, which told them nothing they didn't already know.
And of course, they didn't have a face because half the parietal and occipital bones were still missing. They did have one thing though. They did have a name, Maureen Clara Stark. Getting it was a lucky break from the pin they found in the femoral neck part of the femur bone that was found at the site of the first murder. Maureen had broken her hip, Brennen knew, while skiing. They had run the name through missing persons, but there were no matches to her bones. Maureen was just a name, she still had no identity.
Brennen's cell phone began to play the Bob Marley song 'Bad Boys'. Brennen sighed, Angela had been messing with her phone again. She picked it up just as it began to repeat 'watcha gonna do?'
"Brennen."
"Bones you gonna be ready to go in ten minutes?"
"I can be, where are we going?"
"My guys at HQ got a name on our Chopper. Raymond Stark, he worked at all the victim's schools and lives in the DC area. Plus he has a wrap sheet that should make for a good read in our downtime." He said with a touch of sarcasm. "We're gonna go to his place, I have a feeling we'll find the rest of your bones there."
Brennen grabbed her bag. "Did you say Raymond Stark?" She walked out of her office.
"Yea, why?"
"I'll be outside Booth." She hung up and waved down one of the DNA specialist's intern in the hallway. "I need you to tell Norman to run Maureen Stark's DNA against the DNA of one Raymond Stark. He has a criminal record so it should be easy to find. Tell him Dr. Brennen needs it done asap and have him send the results to my cell."
The intern nodded and ran down the hall and Brennen went outside to wait for Booth.
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