Chapter Two
By Immortalis Ramala
-I do not own BONES…. Sadly… the only thing I DO own is this idea and Georgia.
Georgia Monroe wasn't giving a second thought to anything; she was getting on a few peoples nerves, that was evident.
Booth was getting his ego stepped on every time Georgia had a chance to.
If it was because she enjoyed it, or because she already didn't like him, or was hiding that she liked him, no one seemed to know.
But as the first case started, another thing has become very evident on its own.
She was god damn amazing.
As Temperance listed off the injuries on the bones, and estimated cause of death, the female was quite, she looked indifferent as she listened.
Zack looked at her uncomfortably, as if wondering if anyone was 'home', she was beautiful to him, but, he really lacked confidence in himself.
So good luck to him.
Temperance finished and finally Georgia started talking in an emotionless voice, causing discomfort further in the team members.
"It wasn't personal. The wounds might seem like it was an intimate killing, as you said Temperance. But if you examine the remains truly carefully, you might notice that it was… Frantic, uncalculated. I think that this was a guy who was wandering disoriented with a compulsion. This girl most likely was at the wrong place at the wrong time. You see here"
The female pointed at the diagonals in the knife slashes.
"He had such a strong compulsion it drove him mad, to the point he again, had to kill. Most likely he has regained 'sanity' until his compulsion becomes to strong again. With how random and disorganized this guy is and the strength of his compulsion, I doubt it was the first time. But it might not be the same each time."
The group looked at her, Zack had wide eyes, and Temperance had let her jaw drop so slightly, Angela looked shocked beyond comprehension.
To bad Hodge wasn't here, he might have had something amusing to say.
Booth had left, in having enough pokes at him, and Hodge was working on closing up a smaller case.
Temperance looked again at the wounds, and she noticed that, but how could anyone be so positive it was a random kill.
Personal killings could be frantic.
"And all you're going on is frantic looking wounds. Come on, I know it's a good theory, but you sound like its fact"
The new female had dominance lurking beneath her green eyes; her stance was predatory, cat like.
She smiled as if people were beneath her, the first emotion showed.
She had a powerful ego.
This really had struck a cord with Temperance.
Why was it sending a warning to her?
I mean, how bad she was, she was very good, that was the only reason she was here at all.
Georgia looked flatly again, at Temperance.
"I know killers better then they know themselves"
She smiled, but there was no emotion to her.
She was like a robot.
She had no humanity to her…
And if she did, by god did she hide it well…
Temperance looked at her, the reply bothered her, and again, why she wasn't sure.
"How is that?"
Temperance managed a question.
The female lacked emotion still, she looked bored.
"That, I am afraid, is none of your business."
She looked directly into Temperance's eyes, they were intimidating, but they had nothing in them.
"I know what I am talking about, I know murderers, I catch them, that's all that matters. I myself might not be a murderer, but I understand them."
She paused again
"I understand them more than I want to"
Finally something was in her flat, pale green eyes.
A memory of pain had been brought to her again.
One that she hated to remember.
She killed one person before…
But she wasn't a killer.
The team didn't know, it was part of her uneasily unknown past.
Oh, it wasn't so long ago…