They had decided on a perfect place for their date. Sid's was just ideal and to them was a perfect low-key place where they could be themselves.
The owner smiled when he saw them walk through the door and with a big smirk, "About time you two; sit, the corner booth is yours. I'll bring your meal to you."
This was one of the best things about this place, Sid always knew exactly what to bring you, she sat opposite Booth and teased, "Do you think he has any powers? There has to be some explanation as to how he always knows just what to order." She wondered at the strange smile that was gracing his face, "What's got you smiling?"
He just smirked, "Just wondering what people would think about the world renowned forensic anthropologist debating supernatural powers."
Bones narrowed her eyes, "Carry on and I won't make any of my punches any lighter." They had both come to realise that with their upturn in strength they could not spar with other humans until they adjusted. Another thing that Bones had to adjust to was the height differences, before she had been tiny and now she was taller.
The first time Booth and she had sparred afterwards, he had not realised and she landed him on his ass before he realised. Booth just gave her a very self-assured cocky grin, "You can beat me up any time."
She just shook her head in amusement, and loved the amount of innuendo he could create in his mere tone. They continued their meal with quiet banter and many in the restaurant were envious of the electric chemistry between the pair. It would never have been an awkward date as they were simply too comfortable with each other. Sadly, the evening was interrupted by Booth's cell phone going off.
It was with no amount of amusement that they settled the bill with Sid. Booth gave her a run down, "It seems a body has been found across from Washington Memorial, Cullen wants it handled by us. We are meeting Cam at the site."
The crime scene people all noticed the fact that the crime-fighting duo had rocked up in clothes that could only be described as date clothes. Most of the crime scene technicians shook their heads after all; most had seen the chemistry and only hoped the pair had finally caught a clue.
Cam knew a little more of course, as a hyperactive Angela had clued her in but she could not help but be glad. Cam actually hoped that their would be less sexual tension around the workplace. If she was truthful, she was more interested in the changes in Dr Brennan's character, it was nothing major but everything in life just seemed a little easier for her. Of course she knew the women was a certified genius but had always struggled a little with social interaction with everyone but Seeley.
The technicians could not quite believe the conversation they were overhearing.
They could hear Dr Brennan talking, if, they did not no better they would think was being sarcastic, "You know when you promised me a romantic date this isn't quite what I had in mind."
Booth smirked, "I know how much you love bones."
Bones was giving as good as she got, "Yes but from what I can see this body is fleshy. I don't do skin."
Booth ignored that opening; knowing that when it came to quipping Bones could potentially quip with the best of them, "What we got Cam?"
Cam recovered from all the small shocks she had just received, "Well young male in his thirties, judging by the lividity he has been dead about twelve hours. I can give you a good guess that beheading was the cause of death, as all the other wounds bleed heavily."
Bones looked down at the neck, unusual in this case; while the victim was beheaded, they had not taken the head or at least moved it.
Booth was puzzling through this information, the extra knowledge, which he had gained from his previous memories, was proving useful, "Why use this method. He didn't move the head so as to slow down ID or, take it as a twisted trophy."
Bones listened to Booth's musings but focussed on the wound. She could see a small chip made but a sharp blade running along the C-2 vertebrae, "Well that's something you don't see everyday. Booth, the victim's beheading was done by an old sword and they did take a trophy there is a shaving of the C-2 vertebrae. So what now?"
Booth ran his fingers through his hair, logically they could not do much more until all the witness reports were collected and the results of the initial forensics came back. "We should crash for the evening I'll drive you back."
"Okay."
Both Cam and Booth shot Bones incredulous glares. It was in this moment she had to remind herself that she had to frame her answer in logic, "Well what? We can do no more until all the crime-scene data is finished. Cam needs to do an autopsy and it will take several hours and the bones will need to be prepared by Wendell before I can examine them."
Booth only shook his head in feigned exasperation. After all, he was the only that could see the laughter in her eyes, "Well I won't argue with logic."
"Not true you're usually the first."
Cam watched them walk away, feeling a little like she had stepped through the looking glass. Cam continued to watch them, their behaviour never veered from professional, she could not hear the last comment but whatever it was made Booth laugh. She was stunned it had been along time she'd heard Booth laughing so freely; it only usually occurred around his son.
Next up: Deals with the aftermath of the evening and the start of the investigation.
