BONES
The Demon in the Dark
I do not own Bones or the characters
Rated T for violence, etc.
Wendell just so happens to be my favourite intern. xP He's adorable!
Oh yeah. This is before Brennan's pregnancy/Vincent's death even though Vincent doesn't appear in the story.
Or maybe he will. I don't know yet.
Wendell POV
It was raining by the time they reached the scene.
The second victim had been discovered in the back woods of a park. A couple had been enjoying their day, walking through the woods when they literally stumbled over the long-decaying body of a victim whom had probably disappeared well over a month ago. They had yet to I.D. him, but the level of decay said he had been dead for at least three weeks, and if the pattern of the former victim was followed, then he would have been missing for two weeks before that.
He couldn't help but feel a prickle of sympathy towards the victims - despite Dr. Brennan's warning at connecting with the dead. They had gone through hell, been tortured by some crazy psycho maniac. They had been taken from their families. And had been killed.
It could go down as one of the most horrible ways to go.
He thought about his own mom and wondered how she would feel if he had been kidnapped and turned up dead a couple weeks later. She would be more than heartbroken - after the death of his father, he was the only thing she had left. That and God, of course. But He could only do so much...
He shook the thoughts away.
They had a murder to solve.
Trudging beside Hodges to the yellow taped crime scene, he found that the rain was going to make this more difficult - the FBI agents were still setting up the tent to cover the scene, but already everything was wet and possibly getting washed away.
Or not everything...
He knelt down in the dirt, finding a small scrap of fabric. It could have been from the victim, or from some random person whom had walked around here sometime within the last year or so - but it was evidence and they had to bag. Besides, what if it was from the killer?
Somewhere up ahead, Hodges was beginning to dig through the soil beneath the body area. Bugs could have burrowed there once the body had been removed, and they could have eaten something crucial.
Somehow he doubted how they could find anything resembling the killer's DNA in this month old grave site.
Then again, they had done the impossible before.
Something caught his eye.
"What is that?" He stood and climbed carefully around fast-growing undergrowth. The edge of piece of tissue paper, or a napkin or tissue was sticking out beneath a large rock. He stole a glance at the rock - more like a boulder than anything else, and realized it was one of those "edge of the trail" border rocks that were often placed and replaced. A dot of red could be seen on the napkin before it vanished beneath the boulder. A scenario played out in his mind.
The kid was dead. The killer turned, dabbing at the bloody nose he had received during the struggle with a napkin. He turned to walk away, letting the napkin drift to the soft forest floor. It would rain soon and the soft material would deteriorate in to nothing - besides, people rarely ever came this far in to the woods. By the time the body was found, there would be nothing left to find here anyway.
A new trail was being put in and the workers naturally had to line the trail with boulders - it gave it both a safe feel and a natural aspect. They placed down the boulder on top of the bloody napkin, no one noticing it or even realizing what it was. Now when storms went by the fragile material was protected beneath the heavy, nearly airtight space beneath the stone.
He blinked back to reality.
"We need to move this," he said to Hodges, nodding at the boulder.
Hodges looked between him and the boulder with that incredulous what the hell are you talking about look on his face. "That? Move that?What do I look like, superman?" And suddenly he grinned as though he thought being superman was exactly what he was (until it came to actually working).
"There's evidence under it," he replied. "And we could just wait for someone to come and lift it."
It was generally freezing during misty rainstorms. This was no exception. The thin field lab coat that was supposed to be moisture proof did not do its job very well. He could tell by Hodges expression that he was cold too.
"Alright, fine," he looked deflated.
It seemed the boulder had a heavy end which just so happened to be pressing down on the napkin. Wendell hoped it wasn't just a ketchup stain from some idiot who brought food in to the wild trails. Man, could he picture Hodges face then.
Neither them had allusions of picking it up, but Hodges leaned it back while Wendell carefully slid his fingers under and pulled the napkin. Hodges lost his grip on the slimy, wet stone and it crashed back to the ground. Wendell couldn't help but flinch as the boulder landed hard on the area his fingers had been under just a second before. He looked up to see Hodges flat on his ass after he had been propelled backwards from the force of his grip being slipped away. He couldn't help but begin laughing.
"Who says I dropped it on accident?" Hodges made his threat clear. Wendell forced himself to put on a poker face even though his chest still shook from laughter.
"That better be blood and not ketchup," Hodges warned as he stood and brushed himself off. Wendell realized he was shivering and he felt a little bad now. Ironically Hodges remark had mirrored Wendell's own thoughts.
"Only one way to be sure," he responded and stood.
He put the napkin in a bag and headed to bring it to the truck. The moment he stepped out from under the tarp, he swore the rain began to come down twice as hard. He was soaked through the skin, and now freezing made him hurry across to the truck. First he put the back in a safe evidence locker, less the bag failed and the evidence was wet, and then he shed the lab coats to put on a decent jacket. It went against procedure, but he'd rather get in trouble for having a lack of uniform than be stuck in the hospital with pneumonia for a few days.
He turned to head back to the tarp.
Out of the corner of his eye he was sure he saw a shape move, but before he could turn, pain erupted in his skull that brought him to his knees. He stared blankly at he ground for a moment, thinking he saw a boot at the edge of his failing vision, and then everything went dark.
Another cliff hanger? Yep! Sorry about that! I'm going to try to make them longer from now on, but no promises seeing as I'm lazy... Anyway. Thanks for the reviews!
Also, am I capturing the character's personality correctly? Sometimes I feel like I can't get the right at all.