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Ch. 3
Seeley Booth strolled into the small 24-hour diner, named "The Tin Cup", and quickly scanned the room, as this was a diner frequented by local police and other law enforcement agencies. The floor was black and white checked; red vinyl seats covered the seats of the stools at the counter, which matched the vinyl of the booths seats. Spotting a friend of his at the counter, he head over to where he was seated, and sat down on the round swivel seat.
"Hey Man, you're out late tonight" his friend, Officer Gonsior greeted him, he was sitting at the counter, working on a massive Carmel roll, with a cup of black coffee next to it. Obviously, sleep wasn't on the other mans schedule tonight, if coffee was his beverage of choice he surmised. The diner was playing some old 70's song about lying eyes, and other than the cop and himself, it was deserted. He could make out a conversation in the kitchen between the waitress and the cook, arguing about some sports game over the sound of running water and dishes being clattered around in a sink.
"Yeah, long night" he confirmed, resting his elbows on the counter, glancing over at the young man beside him. "Had some reports and such to catch up on, and my usual place isn't open quite this late, so I thought I'd swing by here and catch a bite to eat" he said, as he glanced up at the dry erase board featuring the late night menu. It had been quite a while since he was here last. Wong Food's and Sid didn't quite stay open this late, so this was actually a nice change of pace.
"You wouldn't believe the B & E I had tonight man, this young single lady comes home to a 10" hunting knife sticking out of her door, and the place trashed. Nothing missing, no pry marks on the door, nada, and get this, on her way home from work, her brakes failed too. I felt sort of sorry for her, but I tell ya, she wasn't shook up at all, a little angry if I read her right. Thing is, she is sort of famous" the cop said, taking another bite of his Carmel roll, and a long swallow of coffee. "HEY! Arlene, need some more coffee out here, and ya got another customer waiting!" he yelled to the waitress in the back, glancing over at Seeley with a crooked grin. "I know 'em well here ya know" he assured Booth.
"Yeah yeah yeah, don't get your undies in a bunch" he heard an older woman's reply come drifting out from the back room, and a mans chuckle from behind the swinging doors.
Booth had decided on what he wanted, and had been politely listening to the other officers eventful evening. "Famous huh? I don't recall very many celebrities in this part of town" he replied evenly. "Who was it, if you don't mind me asking that is?" He queried, his curiosity stirring
Arlene, the waitress just then made her appearance, coffee pot in hand, and refilled the cop's cup, and set down a cup for Booth as well. "What you gonna have darlin'?" she said, setting down the coffee pot, and whipping out a pen from her massive wad of 80's hair, and notepad from her apron, snapping and popping her gum as she gazed at him, a bored expression across her face.
Booth gave her his biggest charm smile, and answered, "I'll take the same as our good buddy Officer Gonsior is having here, Carmel roll, coffee, thanks". He watched her walk away, she had bright dyed blonde hair, her skin deeply tanned, way too much make up, and the sunlight had done a lot of damage to her aged face, making her look at least 10 years older than her years. She was probably in her mid 40's, but looked in her late 50's.
"Anyway, yeah man, I can tell you who it is, no big secret, it was that author, uh…. oh come on…what's her name? Oh yeah, Brennan, Temperance Brennan" he replied, concentrating on the last few bites of his Carmel roll. "Not too bad looken' either, too pale & skinny though, I like a little more meat on my women, know what I am sayen?" the cop chuckled.
The very moment he heard the word Author then Brennan, Booth's heart skipped a beat, and then he almost choked on the coffee. Mike, trying to be helpful, smacked him hard on the back, "you okay man? Go down the wrong way?"
Not answering his friend, he quickly stood up, tossing a few bills on the counter "I gotta go – you have the roll I ordered, enjoy, alright?" he said, as he tried not to run out of the diner.
Why the hell didn't she call him and tell him what happened? He wondered angrily, entering his SUV and slamming the door. Screeching out of the lot, he swung a U turn at the light and was on his way to Bones' apartment. Grinding his teeth so hard he may have to eat soft foods the rest of his life, he tried to obey all traffic laws, and was tempted to put his flasher on the dash, but restrained himself. Come on, chill man, chill. He told himself silently, at the same time afraid of what he'd find when he got to her place.
End ch 3.
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