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Chapter 10: Elisabeth Maria Jacobson

They arrived at the crime scene just before midday, after Booth had driven past the Jeffersonian to pick up Temperance. They both got out of the car and surveyed the scene. They were standing at the beginning of a wide, pebbled path with a wrought-iron archway curving over it, and a sign to the left that said 'Washington Botanical Gardens'.

Booth flashed his badge at a cop standing in the entrance and he waved them through. They followed the directions of various other cops along winding paths that became gradually narrower as they progressed, and were bordered with every kind of plant, shrub and flower you could think of.

"This place is a bloody maze." Booth commented huffily, obviously in a bad mood.

Finally they came round a bend and stopped. Ahead of her Temperance saw two men in PD uniforms, both with their backs turned to her and Booth. One was crouched down and she assumed he was looking at the remains. The other was standing next to him and talking in a low voice. Looking further past the men she saw that the greenery curved round, turning the small path into a dead end.

Booth lifted the yellow tape that was stretched in front of them, between two trees, and they both ducked under it. The two policemen turned around when they approached. Temperance recognised the one that was standing from the previous crime scene. She was pretty certain he was the one who had joked about there being a serial killer, and her feeling was confirmed when Booth shot the young man a glare.

The other, older, man stood up with difficulty. Eyeing him, Temperance didn't think his weight or his age agreed with him bending his knees like that. He held his hand out to Booth, and introduced himself as Lieutenant Walters.

Temperance ignored the three men talking as she edged around the officers and took up the position the Lieutenant had vacated, directly in front of the remains. She sighed and closed her eyes for an instant. Reopening them, she looked at the now familiar scene. The bones lay on a white bed-sheet on the pebbled ground. There were fewer candles than before and all of them had gone out. The two masks next to the real skull were less scary in the daylight, but the gaping eye holes were still quite alarming.

Another mask sat on a small bench behind the bones that would normally be used by tourists to rest their legs as they wandered around the maze of gardens. As well as the mask there were two burnt out candles and, lying flat, a worn photograph. She couldn't see the photo very well because of the angle it was on, and also because there was a small, slightly squashed, pink-ish daisy sitting on top of it, blocking part of the picture. Temperance noted that the usual groupings of flowers were missing from the scene, but then again, they were completely surrounded by various bushes and trees that were covered in the things.

She noticed the Lieutenant move. Glancing up at Booth, who had just moved up behind her, she saw him wince. She understood his reaction: he was no Forensic Anthropologist, but even he could see that these were the bones of a very young human being. Temperance turned away and focused her thoughts on the job at hand. Quickly assessing the remains, she relayed her findings.

"Female. Between the ages of 5 and 7. Caucasian. Similar markings, again, on the bones to those on the other victims." She moved round to the side, by the skull, and leaned over, careful not to disturb anything. "There's an incision on the C7 vertebrae too."

By now Booth understood this terminology. "Her throat was slit?"

"Yes." She looked up at him.

"Same as the others?"

"I can't be sure. I'll get Zach to match it to the other ones he matched back at the lab."

"You said the other ones were tied up, was she?"

Temperance examined the shoulder and wrist bones. "No, not that I can tell. But she's so small, it probably wasn't necessary..."

Booth nodded grimly. "Alright let's go." He held out his hand to help her up, and she took it. Temperance gave a few last orders to the retrieval team, then Booth ushered her out and back through the network of winding paths to his car.

Booth arrived back at the lab later that afternoon. He had dropped Temperance off a few hours ago and then gone back to his own office. He swiped his card and stepped up onto the platform. Temperance lifted her gaze from the remains on the table in front of her and looked at her partner, waiting for him to speak. Zach, engrossed in the bones before him, just ignored him.

"I've got a list and pictures of all the girls within the age bracket that have gone missing in the last 2 months from the DC area." Booth said, holding up the folder in his hand.

"Oh okay. Well, Angela started the face a while ago. She might be done by now. Shall we go and see?"

"Yup, sure."

"Are you ok here Zach?" She asked as she stripped off her gloves.

"Yes Dr. Brennan. I've just got to match the knife marks on the throat…"

"Alright. Thanks Zach." She followed Booth down the steps and across the lab.

Booth turned the corner into Angela's office and rain straight into Angela herself coming the other way. He put his arm out to stop her falling over.

"Woah, you okay Ange?"

"Yeah I'm good. You know, apart from feeling like I just walked into a brick wall. You really should give a girl some warning before you charge into her office." She grinned at him.

"Hey, who was charging?!" He said in mock indignation. "We were just coming to see if you'd finished with the face of the new victim. The little girl."

Angela looked over his shoulder at her friend who had apparently just managed to stop short of running into Booth as well.

"Hey hon. Actually I was just coming out to show you. It's, uh…" She looked down at the floor and saw that it was covered in bits of paper. "Well it's on the floor somewhere now." She laughed and bent down with Booth to pick them up. Most of the paper was from the folder that Booth had been holding and he quickly shoved it all back in, suddenly finding a new appreciation for paper clips, which had managed to keep most of the papers in order.

They stood up again and Angela handed him the printout of a blonde, round-faced little girl with big grey eyes and a small nose. Booth reopened the folder and started juggling bundles of paper around until he found the thing he was looking for. He unclipped a photograph, turned around to face Temperance, and held it up next to the drawing for her to see.

"What do you think?" He asked.

She examined the two pictures, and then nodded. "They're the same, Booth."

He moved out of the doorway and handed the pictures to Angela, then he looked over the file that the photo had been attached to.

"Elisabeth Maria Jacobson. 5 and a half years old. Went missing from her home in Western Heights…10 days ago." Temperance noticed his sad expression as he looked back at the pictures that Angela handed him.

"At least we know who she is now Booth." She offered.

He looked up and gave her a small smile. "Yeah. Thanks Bones."

They made their way back across the lab now with Angela in tow, and met Zach on the platform peering through a microscope.

"It's definitely the same knife used on the other victims, Dr. Brennan." He said without looking up. She went and stood next to him and he moved aside so she could look into the microscope and compare the plaster models of the incisions for herself.

Straightening up again, Temperance saw Hodgins sitting at a desk looking over the crime scene photos. He spun round on his chair to face them.

"So the whole scene was the same again?" He asked, looking between Temperance and Booth.

"Pretty much." Booth answered. "Just a different location. And a different dead person. And a different photograph."

Temperance cut in. "Did you manage to ID that photo? Of the little Hispanic girl?"

Booth shook his head. "No. I even went back through five years of missing Hispanic girls. I thought that maybe these people in the photos are already dead or something. I dunno, maybe this guy killed them years ago, and he's decided to do the same again. Or something like that. Who knows how this sicko's mind works? Anyway, there wasn't any match, so for the moment my theory's staying as it is, a theory."

Temperance wasn't sure what she thought of Booth's 'theory', but she forgot about it for now. She turned to Hodgins. "Also there weren't any flowers on the actual scene, but I don't think that makes a huge difference because it was in the middle of a botanical garden, so it was surrounded by flowers anyway."

Hodgins nodded and peered closely at one of the photos. "No it probably doesn't matter much in comparison to the big picture. In fact…there, just to the right of the remains, there's a bunch of marigold bushes. So we've even got the right flowers, he just didn't bother to pick them."

They all stood, or sat, in silence for a few moments, absorbing the information. Then Booth spoke. "Ok then. Bones, what do you think of going to see this little girl's…Elisabeth's…family?"

Temperance grimaced at the thought of having to tell yet another set of parents that their child was dead. Murdered, no less.

Booth noticed and gave her a sympathetic smile."Come on. Best to get it over with, eh?"

She nodded in agreement.

Booth waited for her to change out of her lab coat, then they left the lab together, Booth's hand guiding his partner out of the door towards his car and another awkward and cheerless afternoon.

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