Bones CH. 10
"Booth! Hey, wake up, Booth. Got to go to work." Bones shook her partner's shoulder at 7:00 in the morning with a persistent smile on her face. "We have to solve a case, remember?"
Booth opened his eyes with a groan and reluctantly sat up.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm comin'." After getting dressed in his usual suit and tie, Booth joined Bones in the kitchen where she was chewing on a bagel. "So, Bones, what's your theory on the case?"
She hesitated, swallowing, and answered the question.
"Well, with the evidence we have so far, it looks like our murderer was either disguised as someone working at the hotel, was someone working at the hotel, or just made themselves as inconspicuous as possible, enough so no one noticed them. The murder looked premeditated, so it's not like the person panicked and left the bodies there. There was no blood on the floor, as you pointed out before you gained your memory back, so the killer probably cleaned up or was used to killing people. There wasn't a hammer in the suite, and when we checked their home, the hammer was a different type. No other evidence that the person was someone the victims knew, but he was definitely in the hotel before the wedding party came up from the ballroom at the bottom of the hotel. The only people that came in were in groups of three and four, and the cameras caught them all night, in the hotel restaurant."
Booth contemplated. "So we're thinking it was a guy inside the hotel already with his own tools and…!" An idea came to Booth that made his face light up as the pair left the apartment building, coats in hand. "Maybe the guy was acting as a fixer-upper, in one of the suite nearby, so he wouldn't be noticed as easily and people wouldn't ask questions.
"A fixer-upper?" Bones asked, confused. Her scientific mind wasn't used to that term.
"A handyman, Bones, like a plumber. That way he could have a hammer and still walk around without people asking him what he was doing with a hammer in a hotel. Though I suppose that kind of hotel wouldn't really have regular handymen walking around all those rich people."
"What do you mean?" Another question from Bones.
"Jeez, you really are clueless sometimes." They got in the car and began to drive to the Jeffersonian. "Where's your car?" He asked.
"It's at the Jeffersonian already. When we brought you back to the hospital yesterday, I rode with Angela and Cam, and Zach helped me get my things to your place."
"Whatever. Anyway, rich people don't like to be reminded that there are people below them that are different, so they have people that look nice and pretty and can still do the ordinary jobs around the patrons without looking like they should be out on the streets."
"Well, that's stupid. People don't think like that. You're just cynical. You're starting to sound like Hodgins with all your conspiracy stuff." Bones shook her head. "And by the way, what did you mean by I'm going to have the baby the old-fashioned way?" Booth stomped on the brakes, slamming both of them forward.
"Damn, Bones, do we have to talk about this while I'm driving? And anyway, I didn't mean anything by it. Just forget it." He looked at her quickly, hoping his emotions wouldn't show on his face.
Was that disappointment he saw? Nah, he thought, looking back at the road ahead. Couldn't be.