Summary: This is a continuation of the case at the end of The Girl In The Fridge.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the television show Bones, its characters, or anything else. They all belong to Fox.
Inspiration, Chapter Two:
Doctor Temperance Brennan glanced at the coat in Seeley Booth's hand, and then looked at the hopeful expression on his face. Giving him a small I'll- indulge- you smile, she took the coat and put it on as she explained:
"It appears he has a fracture at the base of his skull, and there is some material singed on to the front of his face. It's concentrated mostly around the mouth, so it's probably some kind of gag. Hard to judge."
She knelt down beside the body as Booth whipped out his note book and began taking notes, looking up from the page every few seconds to see what Bones was talking about. It just looked like blackened, charred skin to him.
Kneeling down had caused the coat to enclose Temperance more, the collar now obscuring the lower half of her face. She could smell Booth's aftershave, nothing too strong. There was also an underlying scent that was just him. She took a moment to breathe in, and then checked herself. Now I am just smelling Booth's coat? She leaned closer to the body to see if there was anything underneath. Now all can smell is burnt flesh and hair. Glad that the nauseating smell was helping to clear her mind, she noticed that the elbow of the unidentified males left arm was broken, and on closer inspection so was the right.
"His arms are broken." She took a few close up pictures of the breaks.
"Are they defensive? Maybe his arms were held behind his back and snapped?" Booth suggested, making good his habit of conjecture. At least it is more plausible than some of his other theories.
"It's too early to tell. I can probably verify how the breaks occurred once we get back to the lab."
Standing up, Temperance allowed the body to be prepared for transport back to the Jeffersonian. Making there way down the scaffolding, they again headed towards Booth's S.U.V. Once standing beside it, Temperance slipped out of Booth's coat, momentarily missing its warmth as she handed it back to its owner, who was , for some reason, standing behind her, white shirt undulating across his chest.
"Thank you."
His reply was to shiver slightly as he leaned over to open her door. He smiled at her questioning glance.
"Feeling chivalrous today?" she remarked as she settled into the passenger seat.
"I'm always a gentleman, Bones." He closed her door, then bowed outside her window before making his way over to his own side and getting in.
Note: Future chapters will be longer, but I just wanted to get this posted. Thank you for reading, and the reviews.
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