030. Death
It's sad. This is sad. Two human lives have been lost, and it ought to be tragic.
She stares at the bones laid before her on the table, momentarily letting her eyes become just unfocused enough to let the images mix with the cold, hard facts in front of her. They were a couple, curled around one another as they died. She can see their love, their loyalty, their devotion, even in these blackened, slime-coated skeletons filling her lab with the pungent stench of decay.
In her mind's eye, she sees her parents, clinging to one another in a ditch somewhere, making one final attempt at saving their love.
For a moment, she feels the sadness.
"Bones?" It's Booth's voice that shatters her reverie, and for a moment she's struck by the bizarre image of the skeletons speaking to her. "What did you find?"
Then the mask snaps back into place, and they revert to inanimate objects. Pieces of a puzzle that's hers alone to solve.
"I can now confirm that this was a murder-suicide." She takes a breath, and prepares to rattle off the facts.
Since I noticed on the first chapter that I'm getting a lot of hits but not very many reviews, we'll try it this way. As soon as I get ten reviews for this drabble, I'll post the next one. Otherwise it will be up on Friday.