Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, fox does. I don't own the name Big Dog or Mastiff (but they're awesome bikes, free adverstising)
1956JohnDeere50 yeah it was not one of my better chapters. My transitions did need some work and I realized after I posted bleh.
Mendenbar it's more about they won't than they can't. It's a crack at people who only half-ass their work they annoy me =).
Nertooold54 *tapping nose* exactly! I like fluffies everyonce in awhile they are fun.
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Brennan closed the computer took a second to compose herself and settled a stern glare on the forensic team standing there. The technicians faces were varying shades of red.
"Does anyone else see a problem with this situation? How are you to gather evidence if the bones are not in the proper order and worse yet some of these bones do not even belong with this set of remains? Now I want these skeletons put in correct anatomical order with the proper bones on the proper body. You have slowed down the investigation because you took the short cut and put any bone anywhere. When I come back, in the morning they will be right or very close."
Turning around quickly she picked up her computer and took it back to the other room. Sitting down she let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed her forehead. She jumped out of her skin when Booth touched her shoulder.
"Hey we'll only be here for another two hours. Since you left them such a big project I thought we would leave early." She nodded and looked at him.
"I don't understand how they can care so little. These people they deserve justice and the technicians just don't care. Any student who took biology could have done better," she scowled. He rubbed his hand down her back. She shook her head.
"I'm going into the room where they're still defleshing the bones. They're putting two sets in at a time. Maybe I can be of some use there."
She stood up and he followed her out into the hall. She strode down the hall and entered the room. She checked the bones and saw that they were ready for removal. She pulled up a bin and began removing the bones one by one from the vat.
She then moved the bones onto the table laying them out to dry. She pushed the tables into the dehydrator to speed up the drying process. She looked in the morgue for the next body. However, there was no more that was the last one. She sat down and began to catalog what little evidence that had thus far been gathered.
After an hour, she went back to the dehydrator and pulled out the tables. She walked over to the table and gently laid the bones out anatomically. Picking up the skull, she turned it gently in her hands. Setting it down she moved to the next bone. Picking each of the bones in her hands she gently turned them looking and studying each one in turn.
She heard a noise behind her and turned to look. There were maybe ten people clustered around the door watching set the bone down, walked to her bag, and pulled out a sheet of paper. Walking back to the room she began to take notes. When Booth pushed through the crowd, she looked up.
"Come on Bones it's time to go."
She nodded at him and looked at the cart she reached forward to mix them up so the techs had to put them together properly but paused. She looked at them, shook her head, and walked away. Booth led her out of the lab with his hand on the small of her back. When everyone reached the Sequoia, they loaded up and headed back to the hotel. Arriving they went to their respective rooms.
Brennan still frustrated put on her shorts, tank top and sneakers she grabbed her iPod and headed to the treadmill. She put in her ear bud, climbed on the treadmill, and began to run. Booth flopped down and opened her computer to watch the game Wendell had sent him. Charlie came down and sat next to Booth to watch the game.
"How long is she going to run for?"
"To be honest I don't know. But usually when she's upset she paces and that she can do for hours," Booth told him with a frown.
Two hours later the game was over and she was still running.
"Dang she could do the Quantico physical no problem," Charlie muttered.
Booth laughed at his comment and went to stand next to her. She saw him out of the corner of her eye. She pulled the ear bud out, glanced at him, and continued running.
"How long are you going to run for?"
"Until I'm tired enough to not to be angry," she puffed out.
"Babe you will be running for a very long time then," he told her.
She gave him a small smile. She glanced at her watch and considered it for a moment.
"Another hour and don't call me babe," she told him.
"If you're not in bed in two I'm coming down to get you," he told her with a nod.
She laughed and waved him away. He turned around and went upstairs. He stripped to his boxers and fell into bed. Forty-five minutes later, he felt her crawl into bed with him. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around her and went back to sleep.
The alarm went off the next morning and Brennan groaned in misery. Booth kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her and with a laugh rolled over twice and out of the bed with her in his arms. She squealed then smacked his arm.
"Booth you are going to hurt your back doing that," she fussed at him. He squeezed her tight and kissed her slowly and thoroughly. Then he ran his fingers down her ribs and she started squirming and laughing.
"Stop Booth," she gasped in laughter. He grinned and tickled her again. She pouted at him then kissed him again. Separating from her, he got up and helped her off the floor. He went and showered and dressed then headed downstairs to make coffee.
Fifteen minutes later Brennan walked down the stairs and snagged a cup of coffee. Sitting at the table, she sipped her coffee, pursing her lips she sat for a few moments. Booth answered the door and let the server in the door. Leaving the cart the server left with a smile. Booth set her bowls in front of her and set his food in front of him.
"I can see you thinking. What is going on in that genius brain of yours?" She gave him a sad smile.
"Just trying to figure out how to teach these people that what they do is important." She shrugged and ate her breakfast. The meeting was getting ready to start when Raburn approached Angela. Angela raised her eyebrow and looked at him.
"Antileu Pacchia the Bounty Hunter in Hawaii." Angela sputtered and choked on her donut.
"Strike two buddy not even close," Booth told him with a chuckle.
"Dude not even close, you need to get off the government sites. From what you have shown so far, you will be arrested for hacking government servers. My profession depends on my computer skills and you think I would hide that information through the back door," Angela told him after catching her breath.
Raburn looked at her and raised his eyebrow.
Brennan leaned over whispered to her. "Did you hide it through the back door?"
"No sweetie I didn't hide it at all. The only place my father's name is connected to mine is on my birth certificate which does not have the name Angela on it," Angela said with a smirk.
Brennan laughed and Booth looked over at them. Angela just shrugged and laughed more. Brennan heard her computer beep and she pulled up the conference screen and James appeared.
"James what can I do for you?"
"I received an email and got a tip about Los Zetas for you. They are trying to push in on a bar called Broken Spoke. A buddy of mine still lives in the Dallas area and he thought I might be interested since he saw about the shooting. This bar is part of the .."
"I know the gathering place of the bandidos," Brennan finished.
"You know about Biker gangs?"
"Yes I wrote a paper on them as an adult sub culture for an anthropology class," she told him.
James grinned at her and closed the connection. She turned back to the meeting and they were all staring at her.
"Anthropologically speaking it is a fascinating sub culture and not all gangs are about drugs and criminal activity. I did the Rolling Thunder Ride and went to Sturgis," she said casually.
Booth and the agent's mouths fell open.
"Holy shit that is hot," Sweets said in appreciation.
Booth glared at Sweets.
"Borrowed or owned." O'Brien asked. She raised her eyebrow.
"I own my motorcycle of course. It has been in storage for awhile now."
"You think Bones? I didn't even know you owned a bike," Booth sputtered. She grinned at him, ran her finger down his chin, and whispered.
"There's a lot you don't know about me," she smirked.
"You mean you left that beauty in storage. Did you at least winterize before you did it," Angela said with a gasp.
"Yeah your dad helped me do it," she told her with a wink. O'Brien snorted and smirked at her.
"She probably has one of those little Sportsters made by Harley," he said with an eyeroll.
She snorted and turned her computer around. Taping several keys she muttered for a few minutes, tapped some more and smiled. Flipping her computer around they saw a screen covered with the picture of a bike. The bike was low slung; the tank had a pearlized anatomically correct skull on the tank that faded into blue color change flames to black across the tank and down the rest of the bike.
"It has 117 cubic inch fuel injected engine, 6" back bone stretch, 6 speed Baker RSD transmission, BDM balance drive, 42 degree total rake, stretch one piece tank, curved dual down tubes, hidden smooth ride shocks and a super fat 300 rear tire. Plus the custom paint job," Brennan said with pride. O'Brien whistled low and said.
"Is that Big Dog Mastiff?"
"Yes it is," she said. Booth sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"And no Booth Jared will NEVER touch my bike," she said in a definitive tone.
"I thought you didn't like anything absolute," he teased her.
"This is one thing I can absolutely say," she countered. Booth laughed and looked around.
"Okay enough picturing Bones in leather. Let's get back to it. So we have a war between the Mexican Mafia and Los Zetas, as well as they are starting one with the Bandidos. This is getting ugly quick. Bones is going to be in the lab today and we are going to check out the Broken Spoke," he told the agents.
Brennan burst into laughter, she laughed so hard she had tears rolling down her face. They looked at her as if she lost her mind.
Choking off her laugh, she gasped out, "If you think your getting anywhere near a Bandido then you're mistaken. They are, as you should know they are an outlaw gang. And if you walk into that bar as agents you will start a gun fight."
"Are we going to have to send in undercover agents then?"
"Absolutely not," Sweets said.
"I had to profile while in school and they are not anything you want to get mixed up in. Once you become a member you will always be a member. The way in is death and the way out is death. Forget it, if you even try it I WILL call the Director and have this case pulled," he threatened.
"The twelve year old grew some armpit hair. Impressive Sweets," Booth chuckled. Brennan scrunched up her face.
"What are you thinking Bones?" She was silent a few more moments, standing up she grabbed Angela's hand and drug her to the other room.
Okay, I know it takes a long time to dry bones after they have been de-fleshed but for story purposes it had to be shorter so I made it so ;-)
I'm still wishing I could have a Big Dog Mastiff they're an awesome bike. Google them! No offense meant to Harley fanatics, I like them as well it's unfortunate stero type (women riding sportsters) that I hate.
What could Brennan possibly thinking and what in the world does Angela have to do with it?
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