Chapter Five: The Headless Man in the Hotel

Booth helped Tempe collect evidence in makeshift evidence bags AKA plastic sleeves and masking tape, Booth was furious too with Jamaica's lack of forensic help, after all this murder happened in their country, not The United States of America.

Even if Tempe was on vacation she always carried a small travel forensics kit with her wherever she went. This kit contained fingerprint dust for dusting for fingerprints, tweezers for collecting tiny particles, a magnifying glass, a note book for recording date, a sketch pad for sketching dimensions, a camera, crime scene tape and small evidence bags, lucky because Booth had run out of plastic sleeves.

"Almost done?" asks Booth, after they had been at this for the past two hours

"Yeah, done" replies Tempe, sealing up the last evidence bag.

"You know, I hope this is the last we have to do, if it is we can enjoy the rest of our holiday" he tells her, adding his charm smile.

Tempe looked up at him and smiled back.

"Alright, all we have to do now is wait for the M.E, where the hell is she?" says Booth, getting impatient. Just as Booth finishes the sentence, an attractive brunette woman got out of the elevator. She was wearing coveralls like the ones Tempe owned and her hair was out. She had bright greenish-hazel coloured eyes and a few freckles sprinkled on her nose randomly. She strode towards them.

"Agent Booth I assume?" she was Australian, and Tempe was getting a little jealous, the way she just strode up to Booth, ignoring her, it was like she wasn't even there. She decided to make her presence known and even hint that Special Agent Booth was taken with a capital T.

"Yeah this is Special Agent Seeley Booth, and I'm Doctor Temperance Brennan, I'm a Forensic Anthropologist from The Jeffersonian Institution in Washington DC, United States of America"

"I'm Katherine Ferguson from the Jamaican Medical Examiner's Office; I'm here to collect your cadaver"

"Alone?" asked Tempe

Katherine looked down at Tempe's arm that was hooked around Booth's arm, cleared her throat and answered Tempe's question.

"No". Just as she answered, two men with a black body bag walked out of the elevator and into the hallway.

"In here boys" she told them, motioning with her head for them to follow her into the crime scene. Tempe turned to Booth and looked up at him.

"I seriously dislike her"

"I can tell, her work ethic"

"And her nerve to think she can flirt with you"

Booth couldn't believe his ears, was this jealousy he was hearing in Tempe's voice.

"Bones, you're not jealous are you?"

"Why would I be jealous Booth?"

"Oh because you love me" he says, adding his charm smile for effect.

"Ok fine, I'm jealous ok, and I'm not about to lose you to some pretty, young, Australian Medical Examiner with no work ethic"

"You're not going to lose me Bones" he tells her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiles at her, she smiles back.

After Dr Ferguson had examined the body she told her assistants to take it back to the morgue. Tempe was still not pleased with how she handled a crime scene, yet she was in awe of how she seemed to distance herself from the tragedy which lay before them, Tempe wished she could be that distant, it would help her sleep better at night. Then she thought of Booth, and she realised that feeling some compassion and sadness at the loss of life was all part of being human, and that made her smile, because that meant that Dr Ferguson wasn't human.

"I shall call you when I have the results of the autopsy" Dr Ferguson told Booth, and then followed her men to the elevator. Booth turned around and noticed that Tempe was smiling an unusual smile.

"What is it Bones?"

"I just realised something"

"What?"

"That Katherine Ferguson isn't human"

Booth had a puzzled expression on his face. Tempe just smiled and walked back into their hotel room, Booth followed.