Chapter 3:
He stepped into the shower with a smile. The pain was exquisite. The fear in her eyes was perfect. The blood that flowed from her wounds was bright and red, she was perfect. The shower washed the blood from his body and he watched it flow down into the drain, slowly changing from red to pink as it mixed with the water.
She was strong too. She lasted much longer than the others did before she passed out from the pain. She was going to last a while before she broke down and her heart stopped beating. She was going to keep him satiated for a long time. He had to remember to keep their sessions shorter than this one was. The first was always the longest. He could hold on without his toys for a little while but when he got one that he liked, he wanted to play with it, to explore it, to see what he could do with it before it broke.
He smiled as he remembered her screams. He smiled as he remembered the tears as they rolled down her face, and onto her chest. He could still hear her sobbing and her begging for him to stop. He smiled as he remembered her face when he promised that she would die, and never see the sun again.
Brennan and Zach were crouched over the body on the table. Hodgins was peering into his microscope and Angela was sitting on a cushioned bench not far from him when they heard Booth and someone else enter the examining area.
"So what is the Canadian government going to do when we catch this guy?" Booth was saying. "Are you guys going to prosecute him?"
Angela looked up and could feel her heart start to race a little when she saw the man with Booth. The hair, the man's build, his face it was all perfect, but those eyes!
"Dear Lord, put away those eyes!" she muttered to herself when he looked over to her. She stood and placed the drawing pad down on the bench, a half finished sketch of the victim's face on it. "Hi." She said as she drew nearer to Hawk. "I'm Angela; please tell me you're single." She held her hand out and Hawk took it in one of his and smiled.
Booth sighed, "Everyone, this is Sgt. Mark Hawks from the R.C.M.P. Hawk, this is everyone."
Hawk smiled politely as Angela lead him around the lab, introducing him to the team, her arm linked casually in his. Hawk paused when she reached Brennan.
"You need no introduction Dr. Brennan." Hawk said. "I'm a big fan of your work, both scientific and literary."
Brennan smiled and brushed a stray hair away from her eyes. "Thank-you." She said softly.
Booth rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe it, and Bones was actually BLUSHING! Booth would have expected this kind of reaction from Angela, but not from Bones. He took a long look at Hawk, alright so the guy was good looking, with long, well formed limbs, but wasn't 6'4" just a little tall?
Booth shook his head. "Hawk was just telling me about the suspect they had up in the Great White North."
Hawk nodded, "Yeah, guy named Joseph Cowl." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small notepad. "Born in Toronto, Ontario in 1971, he grew up there and in Hamilton mostly, entered the Military in 1990, went for Special Forces training 4 years later. Assigned to protect the Canadian Ambassador to the U.S. about a year and a half ago, been here ever since."
"You're not telling them the kicker." Booth muttered.
Hawk took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "He has Diplomatic Immunity."
"Isn't that just peachy." Hodgins muttered. "So why are we bothering to investigate him then?"
"Because if we can get enough evidence on him we can deport him back to Canada for prosecution." Booth said with a nod of his head in Hawk's direction.
Hawk paused for a moment, and then flashed his smile. "You got it."
After Booth and Hawk had left the lab, going to Booth's favourite restaurant for lunch, Hodgins stared after them with a determined look in his eyes.
"Hodgins, what are you looking at?" Zach muttered as he mounted a sample on a glass plate for the microscope.
"That Canadian, did he seem strange to you?" Hodgins asked as he turned to face Zach.
Zach shrugged. "He seemed like a nice guy to me."
Angela looked up from her seat where she was working on her sketch again. "And those eyes! Did you see those eyes! And let's not forget the arms."
Hodgins gave Angela a sour look for a second then turned back to Zach. "All Canadians seem like nice guys, that's what's weird about them. If you ask me Canadians are secretive and just a little bit creepy."
"Hodgins," Brennan said from the table. "You can't label and entire country's people as being 'creepy'."
Hodgins turned to face Brennan. "Dr. Brennan, with all due respect, yes I can. This is still a free country, after all."