Booth swiped his handy little card and entered Squint Territory. He looked for Bones but found only Hodgins and Zack.
"Hey Booth, have you watched that documentary about the extraterrestial life that exists in this century?"
"The what?"
"You know," Hodgins motioned with his hands, "alien life form on Earth. Walking the streets and experimenting with our puny minds for their own psycho research."
"There are no such things as extraterrestials. There is no proof."
Hodgins snorted at Zack.
"Oh yeah?"
He turned to Booth with a sly smile.
"What do you think, FBI?"
Booth smiled in return.
"You're kidding me, right?"
"No, you're part of the government. I know you know all about the aliens that have been visiting since before Roswell.
"I don't know that."
"What about Area 51? I know, don't even shake your head Booth. For decades the U.S. government has been telling us lies and keeping us in the dark. The president probably even lets them pick us up like take out from restaurants."
"I'm afraid that's classified information."
"Ha. I knew it. See Zach, straight from the man himself."
Booth rolled his eyes. He missed normal people.
"I knew there was a reason my sixth grade teacher always knew what was going on behind her. Eyes in the back of her small head."
"Uh, yeah. Where's Bones?"
"She's in her office," Angela answered as she entered the platform. "Actually, you might want to hurry since she's about to leave."
"Where's she going?"
"A lunch at Marsoulles."
"Really?"
Booth raised his eyebrows.
"With who?"
"No need to get jealous FBI man. It's strictly business."
"What? I'm not jealous."
"Okay." Angela held up her hands in deafeat.
"Business, huh?"
"Yes."
"Agent Booth, I-."
"Sorry, in a hurry Cam. I'll get back to you."
Cam blinked her eyes and put her hands on her hips as Booth flew past her in a blur.
"Someone's in a hurry."
"Hey Angela, Booth just told me that the alien issue was classified information."
"So?"
"So? That's practically a 'yes, everything you think is true but I can't tell you that.'"
Angela looked at her man, Jack.
"And this confirms all your thoughts about our government and conspiracies, right?"
"It sure does, baby."
Angela let herself smile.
"Bones."
Booth marched into Brennan's office as always, though in all honesty, Brennan had gotten used to it, expected it.
"What is it, Booth?"
"I have a body."
"Well, that's obvious."
"Ha. Was that humor, Bones? Congratulations. Where are you going?"
All said in one breath, Brennan took a moment before she could repeat in her head what he had said. Humor-Yes. Congrats-Don't be so shocked. Going?-None of your business.
"I have a lunch meeting. What about the body?"
"Homeless man was digging in the dumpster when he came across an arm. The rest of the body was shoved behind the dumpster."
"How long has it been there?"
"My guys say maybe two or three days?"
"Two or three days? Does anyone pick up the trash these days?"
"Well, it was a holiday weekend. Anyways, it doesn't seem like he was murdered there. We think someone dumped him."
"The body was dumped in a dumpster? Logical."
"I guess so. So, let's go."
"Wait, I can't. I have plans."
Booth waited. She wasn't seriously about to go on a date when they had a fresh case to solve, was she?
"Bones, we have a case."
"It can wait an hour, Booth. Send Zack and Hodgins to the scene and let them bring back the body."
"You don't mean actually drive the two squints with me to the scene? Alone?"
Brennan began to walk out but turned around when she felt the pressure on her forearm and turned around.
"Bones," Booth looked down and wet his lips, "the body, it's a kid. We can't just leave him out by the dumpster."
"Oh," Brennan said softly as she noticed the slight tightening of his features. He was right. The boy, the child, deserved more than that.
"Well," Brennan nodded shortly, "let me go reschedule."