1Title: Six Bodies in the Pasture
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the story . . . I thought I'd get this one up, because I don't know when I'll update next. But for sure the next chapter will have all the action in it.
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Eight: Suspects in the Salon
"Thanks Booth." Brennan whispered as she snuggled under the sheets, yawning again.
"For what?" Asked Booth, wrapping his arm around her waist, his face buried into her hair.
He waited for her to respond, when he noticed her even breathing.
She had fallen asleep.
Thursday came faster than it had ever. Maybe it was because Angela was excited to get her hair done, or because she was going to see Brennan play mother again, it didn't matter-Angela was bouncing off the ceilings, excited.
She buzzed around the lab, sending Hodgins and Zack into a frenzy.
"For the love of god, if she starts sing 'La Vie Boehme' again, I might have to take drastic measures." Grumbled the entomologist, looking up from his computer.
"Count me in on that." Sighed Zack, tapping his pencil on the table, glaring at the artist who was disrupting his work.
She hummed as she stepped up the stairs and picked up the skull from the unnamed victim, again trying to put a face to the young girl. " . . .To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension, to starving for attention . . . " She said under her breath.
"Gah." Hodgins cried, standing up to throttle her.
To save Angela from impending doom, Brennan walked into the lab with a smile on her face, followed closely by Booth and the children.
"Sweetie." Said Angela, practically bouncing to her, taking the infant from the doctor. "Aren't you just the cutest?" Both women began to fawn over the baby as Booth took Parker next to Hodgins.
"Thank you for taking her off our hands." Said the bug man with a sigh. Booth raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Angela has been driving us crazy." Zack nodded eagerly, but said nothing.
He chuckled as he watched both women, before looking at his watch. "Come on ladies, we have to get going before you're late for your appointment." He said with a smile, as he lead them out of the lab.
Booth pulled his SUV in front of the Fifth Avenue Salon ten minutes before their scheduled appointment, shifted in to park as they sat in the parking lot discussing the plan.
"Ok, so what exactly am I doing?" Asked Angela, poking her head from the backseat.
"You are getting married in two weeks," Said Booth, reaching in the back for a brown bag. "You are getting your pictures done today at four, and here is your tiara."
She gave a small squeal. "Is that it?" Asked Angela, pulling it out slightly and a clipping from a bridal magazine fell onto her lap.
"That's your dress, if anyone asks." Said Booth, taking it out of her hand to show Brennan, who gasped. The dress was gorgeous, Brennan had to admit. It was a white satin sleeveless dress, with a beaded metallic overlay that flowed to the floor.
"God, who chose this?" Asked Angela, clearly stunned by the choice. "I need to get their number."
"I did." Said Booth, sheepishly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another clipping. "This is yours, Roxy." The dress was black supported by black thin straps, an empire waist and a small bow just under the bust, going down to the model's calves.
"You are good." Whistled Angela, whose eyes met her best friends. Both in shock about his taste in formal dresses, not that Brennan didn't know that-the certain 'Vegas' dress awaited in her closet.
"I know, now get out and get beautiful." He said. As they got out, she pulled the sleeping Parker out of his car seat and they headed inside. "And make sure you try to get information out of them."
The ringing of the door, caught the attention of the small woman sitting on a vacant station. "Welcome to Fifth Avenue how can I help you?" She asked, looking at the new women in the salon.
"Hi, I'm Roxanne Scallion and we have an appointment at one." Said Brennan shifting the sleeping boy in her arms.
The woman turned to the computer and began typing on the keyboard. "Roxanne Scallion and Angela Montenegro, updos at one o'clock, right this way and we are ready for you."
Both Brennan and Angela followed her onto the floor and each taking their own station.
"Roxy! It's so good to see you." Said MacAdrian, her stylist from last time greeted and standing behind her and fluffing up her hair, looking at the boy in her arms. "Your son is so precious."
"Thanks." She said, positioning the boy on her lap so his head resting onto her chest, still out for the count. "He played soccer all morning at his play group and it made him tired." She looked at Angela who was chatting excitedly to the man who was doing her hair.
". . .And that is how he proposed to me, it embarrassed the hell out of me." Said Angela, who was clearly enjoying every minute of her lie. Showing off the ring on her left hand, the one she always wore that had belonged to her grandmother. "Roxy sweetie, have you ever met Kyle."
Brennan shook her head and extended her right hand for him to shake. "I saw you last time you were here, that husband of yours is gorgeous." He said, with a higher than normal pitch for a man. "I would want just a taste of him."
Brennan looked at him, eyes wide in surprise, clearly jumping to the conclusion that the man practiced cannibalism. "No, sweetie. It's an expression." Said Angela trying to stop her from saying anything.
"Oh." Said Brennan, turning back to the mirror.
"So what kind of look are we going for?" Asked MacAdrian, still taking out the knots with her fingers.
"I don't know, just up and curly." Said Brennan, again looking to her best friend, who was going into detail about how she wanted her hair to match her dress. "Can you go with that?"
"I can improvise, if you don't mind." Answered the stylist.
"All right." She responded, looking to the boy in her lap with a smile.
"Where is your husband this afternoon?" Asked MacAdrian as she started to run the curling iron through the bottom portion of her hair.
"He had to take my daughter for her check up, to get her S-H-O-T-S."She whispered the last part as not to scare the sleeping boy in her arms. "That's why I have Parker with me, so he wouldn't cause a scene at the doctor's office." Trying to remember exactly what Booth had told her to say.
"Oh, protective older brother I see." Said MacAdrian with a smile. "I only have a daughter, she just turned seven and probably would do the same thing if she had a sibling."
Brennan pondered her statement before speaking. "Don't you want any more children, you know as a playmate for your daughter?"
"No, this country is becoming too overpopulated." She spat almost angrily. "We've got children in orphanages and the foster system who needs to be adopted, because look what happens to them-for the most part they grow to be a burden on the government." Brennan bit her tongue, fighting the urge to argue with the woman.
"Why do you say that?" asked Brennan, slowly as to hide the hurt from her voice.
"If the country has a control on the masses, the poverty level would rise and the republican's can finally afford to get them medical help and support their needs." She began to rant.
"You're blaming the Republicans for poverty?" Asked Brennan, making sure she heard correctly. Being the liberal that she was, even she couldn't directly blame anyone party. She didn't even like the concept of parties.
"Yes, they were the start of it. Democrats have had their hands in on it also. During the next election there will be a new party on the ballot-The Environmental One party . . . "
"And who is running for president, Al Gore?" Scoffed Brennan, Angela had made her watch his movie The Inconvenient Truth, showing the effects of global warming on the planet. Sure, after watching it, she had taken steps to help.
"No, he's a democrat. Mr. Garret Harden." She said, starry-eyed and pointed to a picture at the far wall of a well-dressed man, with greying hair stood smiling back to the store. "He is the owner of the Avenue Salon franchise, we are his favorite store."
"Do you have a problem that I have two children?" She asked. MacAdrian sat down the curling iron and her eyes made contact with Brennan's through the mirror.
"I do, only because I have a problem with everybody having more than one child. But seeing how there isn't a law for a one child policy, it's not my say."
"If the government suddenly put in this policy, what would happen to the families with more than one child?" Asked Brennan cautiously. "They can't very well kill all the children who weren't the first to be born."
"Who says they can't." Said MacAdrian, picking up the iron and began curling her hair again.
Brennan made a mental note and sought it best, as too not argue with the woman, just yet.
Twenty minutes later the shop was empty, save for Brennan, Angela and Parker who had woken up and was sitting in the chair next to the doctor. The employees who had nothing else to do were fawning of the boy, showering him with sweets and innocently running their fingers through his soft curly hair.
"Mommy!" He said after one of them had stopped spinning him in the chair. Brennan didn't hear him, or didn't recognize that she was the one who he was calling. "Mommy, mommy, mommy."
"What? Oh sorry bud." She said responding to his chanting.
"Can they paint my toe nails?" He asked innocently, and his charm smile was in full swing. Though she had a hard time resisting his father, his charm smile was a thousand times worse.
"Sure, just don't tell your father." She said with a smile, she turned to her friend who shared her smile.
"Tony is going to get you for this." Said Angela a smile matching Brennan's.
Brennan's cell phone began to ring ten minutes before four. She had been sitting on the lounge couch for almost twenty minutes waiting for Angela to finish up.
"Hello?" She answered into the phone.
"Hey, are you guys almost finished?" Came the voice of her partner.
"Yeah, they are just putting the final touches and Angela will be ready to go." She responded into the phone with a smile. Her hair was curly and pinned strategically to her head as some fell to frame her face. They said their goodbyes and she hung up her phone.
Angela's long dark hair had been twisted and braided out of her face as the silver tiara sat on top of her head, awaiting the veil to be attached to it. If either of them had known differently, it would have looked real.
"Mommy is daddy coming?" asked Parker, who was sitting next to her, leaning into her side and was absently playing with the hem of her shirt.
"Yeah, and then we are going to take Angela home and have some pizza." She told him, kissing him on the forehead. The boy cheered softly and returning the kiss to her cheek, the spike of his fake Mohawk tickled her cheek making her laugh. "Your father is going to kill me."
Angela walked over, a huge grin on her face to match the mood of the occasion. "So what do you think?"
"Amazing." Commented Brennan, she looked like she was about to get married. She stood up and pulled out her credit card to pay for the bill. Both nodded their thanks as they walked outside to Booth's SUV, which was waiting patiently across the parking lot.
Booth was leaning against the car with Maddy asleep in his arms, he had his stereotypical sunglasses on accompanied by his famous jeans and a random black T-shirt with the words 'I do my own stunts' written on the front.
"Don't you ladies look nice."Commented Booth as the pair had walked up to him, and he automatically kissed Brennan on the cheek, a new habit that was beginning to form.
Brennan blushed and Angela beamed. "Why thank you, Tony." She answered first.
Before Brennan could speak, Parker jumped out from behind her. "Daddy, daddy, do you like my hair?" asked the boy in excitement, pointing to the mass of hair spray and gel that held up his hair.
He chuckled, before catching sight of his finger nails. "You let them paint his nails?" Taking the boys hand to get a better look at the green nail polish that matched his shirt.
"They also painted my toe nails." He said excitedly, showing off his toes through his flip-flops. "Oops, sorry mommy." He managed to say, about giving away their secret.
Angela and Booth laughed at Brennan as she picked up the boy and started tickling his sides. "That was supposed to be a secret." She growled playfully as he squeal in her arms.
"Daddy, help me!" he cried, laughing as his head hung upside down.
"I don't know Bub, I don't think you were supposed to tell me about your fingernails." He said teasingly to the boy, before kissing him on the forehead. "Did you get anything from them?"
"Plenty." Answered Brennan as she sat the boy down and opened the door for him to climb in.
"You can tell me later, right now both of you got to get dressed." Said Booth placing Maddy back into her car seat.
"Dressed?" Asked Angela excitedly, sitting in between both car seats.
"Yeah, I figured that since you both took the time and effort to get your hair done, for the FBI. The FBI can take you both to dinner, at La Casa Davinci. We have a reservation at six-thirty." Explained the agent, pulling the car out onto the road.
"You can do that?" asked Brennan, eyes wide.
"Yes I can." He responded with a smile, stealing a glance at her.
Booth and Brennan made it back to the house at near five, just enough time to get everyone dressed. Booth took Parker and got his squared away in his miniature tuxedo as Brennan dressed Madison in a small red dress and a matching headband, leaving her in her chair as she searched her closet for something to wear.
"I don't know if I have any formal clothing here." She grumbled as Booth walked in, straitening the black bow tie.
"Because you are looking in the wrong closet." He said, she could tell he was smiling as he stared at her tank top on her back.
"What do you mean, wrong closet? We've been living here for almost a week and . . . " she started to say, turning around to see Booth holding up the dress from the picture. "You didn't . . . "
Brennan was speechless, and her mouth gaping like a fish. "Yes I did, I know you wouldn't dare wear the Vegas dress, so this one is less . . . "
"Skanky?" She asked, raising a brow, remembering Hodgins refer to one of the ladies up in accounting.
"Where did you learn that word?" He asked with a smile. "No, you didn't look like that, you looked hot. This one makes you look more maternal." She returned to the bathroom and preceded to put the dress on and came out so he could zip up the back.
"Perfect." She said, giving herself the once-over in the mirror. "How did you know my dress size?"
"That's classified information, Dr. Brennan." He said before turning on his heels. "Hodgins should be here any time now, so hurry and put your shoes on." Sure enough a horn from the street was heard through the windows. "That must be him."
Walking down the stairs, she quickly slipped into her shoes as her 'husband' waited at the door holding the car seat and Parker stood next to him. "Wow, mommy." Said Parker.
She blushed. "Thank you, and you look quite handsome yourself." She commented, taking Booth's hand and walked out the door. She gasped, a white limousine waited outside the house.
"Hodgins wanted to take it." Said Booth, shrugging his shoulders at her glance. "Because he knew that it wasn't bugged and/or tampered with."
They walked to the car and a tall African American man opened the door. "Good evening, Mr. And Mrs. Scallion. My name is Joseph and I will be the driver for the night."
"Thank you." Brennan responded quietly stepping into the long vehicle, and Booth handed her the baby at which she strapped her in. "Hello guys." Zack, Hodgins who wore both wore tuxedos', Angela who was sporting a red strapless dress that had an uneven hem line that ended at mid thigh, and even Cam, wearing a yellow halter dress the flowed to the floor, sat in the limousine.
"Hello, Roxy." They each chanted as Booth and Parker got into the car. Joseph shut the door behind them. "Tony."
Getting themselves situated, the ten pairs of eyes fell onto the forensic anthropologist. "We heard you got some sort of lead." Spoke Cam who was sitting in between Parker and Angela.
"I do." Answered Brennan, leaned in and started to explain.