Chapter 10: Cockroaches
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"Where is everyone?" asked Peyton, looking around confused. They had been there for over a half hour, and the entire Jeffersonian team and Minnie were yet to show up.
"I'm sure they have a reasonable explanation," replied Stella, even though she and Flack both knew the reason why they were late. She glanced at Flack, who turned a bright red when they're eyes met. They looked away so quickly they thought everyone had missed it, but they were wrong.
"Why did you blush?" asked Lindsay mischievously.
"What? I didn't blush, no way. Not me, there is no way I was blushing," replied Stella trying to cover it up, and was extremely thankful when their missing colleagues showed up.
"Sorry we're late guys," started Brennan as she pulled on a lab coat, "we were having technical difficulties."
"No we weren't," started Zach, only to have Minnie and Angela shoot him one of those "don't you dare say another word look"s.
"If you weren't having technical difficulties, what were you doing, " asked Lindsay.
"We were having a very riveting discussion on quantum mechanics," replied Minnie, which caused Zach to go bright red.
"Oh really, quantum mechanics," replied Peyton accusingly, "sure."
"We were," started Minnie, "in fact I think it was the best discussion I've ever had on quantum mechanics ever." This caused Zack to turn an even brighter shade of red.
"Where definitely missing something," said Danny.
"We know what they were doing last night," said Flack evilly.
"Yeah, we know what you were doing last night too," replied Angela, daring him to divulge that information.
"Come on Flack," whined Lindsay, "tell us. Please."
"No way," said Flack shaking his head, "Angela and Minnie might kill me."
"Wise decision on your behalf Flack," replied Angela. "So, what are we doing today?"
"Well, Booth, Lindsay, and Stella are going to go check out Ms. Hemming's apartment, while Flack and I talk to some of her friends. The rest of you guys are going to wait for," Mac was interrupted by Booth's ringing cell phone. Booth motioned to give him a second, and then opened up his phone.
"Booth," he started, "what another one? When? Where? Yeah, we'll be there."
"They've found another body."
"By the looks of bone size we're looking at a child around the age of 8 or 9," started Brennan as she stared at the skeleton in front of her. Lindsay snapped a picture of the untouched body, and lowered her camera.
"What person would eat a child," asked Lindsay looking at Brennan. Brennan shrugged her shoulders, and continued to inspect the body.
"From what I can tell it's a girl, but I'll have Zach confirm that." An almost perfect skeleton, except for the missing upper arms, lay on a bed of grass. It was laid out in such a position it seemed almost as if though it were sleeping.
"Hey," yelled Stella from a park bench about 20 feet away, "we've got a strand of bright blue thread on this bench. It may have came from whatever the killer used to transport the body."
"Or it could be something completely unrelated, seeing as this is a public park," called back Lindsay.
"I just finished talking to the vendor who found the body," started Flack walking up to them, "he came in this morning to set up his stand, and instead he found this." Brennan collected a sample of the dirt surrounding the body, and stood up. We better get this transported back to the lab, we'll see if Zach and Minnie can find any evidence on the body.
"I'll also send this thread over to trace, maybe we'll figure out what it's from,"
"Let's get to work," said Flack.
Seeing as Flack was no longer able to interview Ms. Hemming's friends, Danny was sent to do it instead. He was expecting nurses, instead he found something much different.
"Yeah, I know her," replied a young girl in her early twenties. She pulled a cigarette slowly out of her mouth, and slowly released a steady stream of smoke. "What she do this time?"
"What makes you think she did something wrong?" asked Danny, crinkling his nose from the nauseous smell of the cigarette.
"She's like me, we get in trouble for everything," the girl replied, taking another long breathe from her cigarette, "we're crack girls."
"Excuse me what?" asked Danny, genuinely confused. She looked at him with a crazy look on her face.
"You're a cop, and you don't know what crack girls are? Here I was expecting you to arrest me, but I guess I lucked out. Crack girls are girls who date major drug dealers. We help them carry their coke. We store it in our cleavage, and the cops don't see a thing. Genius no?" she replied, placing the cigarette back in her mouth.
"No," started Danny, "so who was she carrying for?"
"I'm not an idiot! I don't want to end up dead like her!"
"What makes you think she's dead?"
"Come on, she probably squealed. They probably killed her to make sure she didn't testify."
"You're right about one thing, she is dead, but she didn't squeal."
"Sucks for her,"
"Yeah, it does. Now can you please tell me whether or not someone was following her?"
"Half the guys in D.C., they couldn't take their eyes off of her. She loved the attention, in fact, she was secretly seeing this one guy. Roger. That was his name, kinda creepy guy though."
"Why would you say that," asked Danny.
"Because, he had these creepy looking teeth; it was like he was a vampire or something,"
"Thank you m'am," Danny replied as he walked away. He'd found a name that they could search, this was one great lead.
"What a nice place for a doctor," said Booth as he slowly opened the door to Ms. Hemming's apartment. He peered inside to a unpleasant looking apartment. The wallpaper was slowly peeling away from the walls, revealing a mass of a dark brown mold. The kitchen was full of rusting equipment, which seemed to have rusted due to a water leak in the ceiling.
"This is really gross," said Minnie as she stepped through the doorway. She held her hand up over her nose, failing miserably in her attempt to stop the smell for entering her system. "If smells could kill, I'd be dead."
"I agree, so let's get this over with, and get out of here," said Mack as he placed his kit on the floor. He picked it up, however, when he saw a cockroach scuttle across the kitchen floor.
"I want to go back to my warm hotel room bed," Minnie complained, as she ventured further into the room, "There are no cockroaches there." They slowly started to examine the apartment, only to be disgusted even more.
"Euw," screeched Minnie as she opened the fridge. Inside the fridge were multiple cockroaches of different shapes and sizes. "I don't like this at all!"
"Okay, by the disgusting state of her home, I'm thinking she didn't live here."
"You think?" said Minnie as she looked around nervously. She pulled the arms of her turtleneck down to cover her hands. "Take it from a girl, we would never live here."
"Let's just go," said Booth, "this is really creeping me out."
"Yeah, let's," said Minnie as she grabbed her kit and ran out of the apartment.
"Gosh," started Booth, "Women!" About a minute after he said that, however, he too ran running out of that apartment. He had turned around to leave to see a cockroach crawling up his pant legs.
"Gosh," said Mac laughing as he meet the both of them outside, "Booth!'
"Shut up," replied Booth angrily.