A/N: first! since the upload was down i wrote two chaps. i thought bout savin' this for a day or two but then (quoting Doctor Who) "..I said what the hell?" so i'm spoilin everyone with two chaps in one night! ta da!
Second, and this is serious, I (as in me) do NOT condone the use or abuse, etc. of illegal controlled substances like ecstasy nor have i ever done this drug, everything written in this chapter about it is either online research, creative speculation, or my own personal experiences of seeing ppl on ecstasy.
Well after that FDA warning label (and the fact that i dont own Bones), enjoy the chapter! ANd watch Bones this week cuz its gunna be like OH MY GOD! ^^
"Okay before we continue the prep work I think we should overlook the file again to see what the killer's MO is." Brennan chatted as she let Booth and Angela into her apartment. She knew it would be another long night but if she could hold off the tension emotions for a few minutes then it was worth it.
"Alright. I got the profile right here", Booth said opening the manila folder and sat down on Brennan's couch, "okay this guys is a creep. He picks on couples who are either drunk or on drugs. He leads them away from the crowds and either out to the back of the clubs or somewhere else to supposedly sell them more drugs and kills them. He knocks 'em out or gives them roofies like the ones where your conscious but you cant move or talk, then he slits their throats, and carves an 'X' on their chests over their hearts. Apparently, word has gone round and he has a sick label now, ravers give him the name "The Jack of Hearts" because he kills people in love or some crap like that." He tossed the folder disgustedly onto the coffee table and crossed his arms.
"Wow um- that guy is really sick." Angela tried forming better sentences. "I mean he targets unsuspecting couples who are having a great time and then just mutilates them, together. That's heartbreaking." Angela sat in a chair.
"I've seen worse," Brennan shrugged but a quick glance from Booth made her reevaluate her statement, "but it is very sad and mentally disturbing." Brennan looked at her hands.
"Well then lets get started Ange. What's next on the list? Outfits?" Booth stood and rubbed his hands together.
"Yes! Outfits! Brennan I will do yours first because it's easier." Angela quickly moved around the dining room table with excited as she started picking up stuff and shoving in Brennan's arms. Booth wasn't really paying attention but he swore he saw shiny fabric and possibly a mini skirt. And before he could blink, Brennan was in her bedroom changing into the clothing Angela gave her.
"Okay Agent Studly what did you bring over?" Angela walked over to the bag he brought with him.
"Uh I found a pair of classic converse I had in my closet, my pairs of black jeans, and a few shirts." He stood too when Ange dumped the bag onto the table and started throwing clothes at him too.
"Okay go tries those on and don't come out until I say so." Ange smiled and pushed him toward the bathroom. Booth sighed and leaned his head back against the door. 'Great. Another long night ahead of me.' He though and took a pair of his jeans out of the pile. He finally pulled them when a scream came from Brennan's bedroom. Without thinking, he pulled out his gun from his discarded jeans and rushed into Brennan's room ready to shoot an intruder. But when he burst in he only saw Angela jumping up and down squealing from what he guessed was how Brennan looked in the outfit. Then he finally looked at Brennan after they noticed he came into the room, his eyes went wide at the sight of his partner in leggings, a short skirt, and a tank top of a variety of colors that dipped low enough to see her bra if you were standing close enough. He wasn't the only one shocked, Brennan also returned the gaze as she took in his appearance, he was shirtless, barefoot, his jeans barely clung to his hips where he forgot to button and zip them up, belt hanging from the loops. Her hands clenched as the thought passed through her mind, 'He's shirtless, dishevelled, and barely wearing jeans in my bedroom. Very, very hot.' She shook her head a little when Ange finally decided to crack the intense silence.
"Can we help you with something Booth?" Angela raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
'Oh believe me Bones could definitely help me with something' Booth slapped himself mentally and tried to form coherent words.
"I uh heard a scream and I came to see what happened." He remembered he was holding a gun and kept it at his side, clicking the safety back on.
"What. Do you think a burglar came in to hurt us?" Angela asked with a laugh, seeing Booth squirm was definitely hilarious.
Booth pressed his lips together and calmly replied, "Well you never know, people have broken in here before." He shrugged and seemed to calm a little.
"And don't you count yourself among those people Booth?" Angela continued to prod Booth.
"Only once or twice but she was in danger." He replied.
The silence resumed before Angela thought of something else to say.
"Well… I'll go finished putting on the outfit." He muttered before he turned around and walked out of the room.
Angela laughed at his embarrassment, "Haha I didn't know you were a fan of rubber duckies Booth." Angela ended up in a fit of laughter on the edge of Brennan's bed. When they subsided, she looked over to Brennan who was lying facedown next to her on the bed.
After a few awkward minutes Angela walked into the living room and shouted for them both to come out, she made Brennan change though since there was more than one choice. Slowly they both emerged and stood in front of Angela, trying to not steal glances at what the other was wearing. Angela smiled at her handiwork. Booth kept the jeans but added the converse and a nice, fitted gray t-shirt. Brennan was now in a bright red looser tank top with another tighter bright blue one underneath, cut-off jean shorts, and barefoot for now. Angela practically beamed, 'it looked simple yet they would fit in at the club. Oh I'm a genius.'
"You guys look really good." Ange said, Booth and Brennan just smiled and kept standing ramrod straight.
"Okay guys seriously you might as well look now 'cause you wont really have time to at the club, so get it over with." Angela crossed her arms and turned around to set up the next part of the tutorial.
Booth set his jaw and turned to look at Brennan. She looked really beautiful. The clothing was simple, 'and not a threat to my sanity', he thought. The tank top still dipped low but everything worked together, plus the shorts made him unclench his teeth a little.
Brennan also steeled herself and looked at Booth, her jaw almost dropped. He was also dressed simply. The clothing was a little tighter than his usual casual wear but nothing was too tight, all of it complimented his muscles and structure perfectly. 'Wow he really is in good shape. Of course you knew that imbecile. How many times have you seen him shirtless?' He mind argued back and forth. Once they were done ogling each other Angela clapped her hands twice to get their attention.
"You guys sit on the couch. It's time for some heavier stuff now." She gestured for them to down, they quickly obliged.
"What else is there Ange?" Brennan wondered.
"Well there's the whole 'couples on drugs thing'." Angela air quoted almost sarcastically.
"You're not actually telling us to illegally buy and take controlled substances are you?" Brennan asked.
"Of course not Sweetie but if 'Jack' scopes out couples, he needs to see you guys buying drugs and taking them." Angela put her hands on her hips.
"Well how do we do that?" Brennan asked shrugging her shoulders and looked at Booth.
"We can actually do an illegal buy and switch the pills for placebos when we take them, but that creates a little more paperwork 'cause then we gotta bust that guy too. Or we can fake a buy from someone else undercover." Booth stated simply and Brennan pondered his suggestion.
"Okay so…" Brennan thought again for a second, "Ange can you pretend to sell us drugs at the club?"
"Oh- well I- eh why not. I haven't been to a club for a few months, maybe I should take Hodgie?" Angela slipped away a little before Booth brought here back.
"Earth to Ange! That's all fine and dandy so what else do we need to know then?" Booth asked.
"Um you guys need to know the lingo and how to act." Angela answered.
"Hey do you know where I can score a tab of E for 10?" Booth proved his point and continued, "Dude I'm rolling so high right now." Booth mocked.
"Okay you have that down but she doesn't." Angela pointed at Brennan.
"I'll fill her in tomorrow at the lab." Booth shrugged.
"Alright then, all that's left is the acting like you're on drugs part." Angela stated, "Bren for you I would just say is remember when were on the meth?" Brennan nodded, "act like that but stumble around more and think everyone and everything is friendly, and physical contact is a necessity." Angela stated like she was a scientist.
Booth narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Ange have you done ecstasy before?" A smile pulled at his lips.
Angela rubbed her chin before calmly replying, "I took it once in college at a party. Whew that was a fun party." She chuckled and reminisced.
"Okay Ange now it is my turn to say 'We'll talk later'." Brennan laughed as well.
"Alright so Booth have you ever done drugs?" Angela turned the table on him.
"Uh- uh uh- no." His eyes shifted around the room as he rubbed his hands together nervously.
"Liar! Saint Seeley Booth has sinned!" Angela yelled excited. Brennan turned to stare at him smiling.
"Okay! Okay! I took a hit of pot once in high school, jeez." He sighed and sat back in the couch.
"Well then I have done a lot more drugs than you." Brennan said in her rare suggestive voice.
"Bones!" Booth said.
"What? It's true. Remember when I told you about the bhang I had when I was studying in India?" Her eyebrows rose at the memory along with a giggle.
"Anyway so what do we act like together at the club?" Booth rubbed a hand over his face.
"Well stand up and I'll show you what I've seen people doing." They booth stood up and Angela stumbled towards them and wrapped her arms around both of them. "Heeeey guys! Howz it goin'? This place is sooo much fun huh? The lights, the music! There's a lot of hot guys here huh Bren?" Angela lolled her head back and forth wearing a stupid smile.
"It just looks like you're really drunk." Booth said as Angela stopped faking it.
"Pretty much, except you're just more happy-go-lucky and friendly." Angela shrugged.
"Oh then this will be simple." Brennan stated and threw an arm around Booth and slumped heavily on his side, "Hey Booth have I ever told you how much you looked like that statue of the naked guy, uh what's his name, David!" She pretended, a stupid grin plastered on her face, eyes half closed in a fake stupor.
Booth was left a little speechless while Angela fell to the ground laughing really hard and clutching her sides.
Booth rolled his head to look at Brennan, "oh Bones I've taught you how to act too well." He sighed.
Angela finally got off the floor and wiped a tear from her eye, "okay her acting skills are down. How bout you Booth." Angela raised her eyebrow again.
"I've gone undercover many times. My acting skills are fine." He lifted his chin a little but all he got in return was a disapproving stare and crossed arms from both women.
"Fine then," he got into a role and walked a little not straight to Brennan, "mm Bones you r skin is as soft as silk." He purred in her ear as she got goose bumps.
"His skills are fine Ange." Brennan tried to say evenly.
Angela got a smug smile on her face and crossed her arms, "well then my work here is done. Okay Booth you can get out of here now." Angela smiled at him.
"What? Why?" He asked very confused.
"Because it's getting late and we have work tomorrow." Angela said.
"Well then aren't you leaving?" Booth asked incredulously, 'I wanna stay.'
"Because I have a little more stuff to go over with, with Brennan. Like make-up and girly stuff like that." Angela smiled and then whispered something in Brennan's making her blush furiously. Booth was curious but saved the question for later. He went and picked up his bag with all of his clothes and left. Brennan quickly turned to scold Angela.
"Ange! Why did you tell me that in front of him?" Brennan whined.
Just wanted to see your reaction and his. He is definitely going to ask you about it later." Angela chuckled, "So when are you guys infiltrating?"
"On Tuesday night so warn Hodgins. I will tell Cam and the FBI tomorrow." Brennan put her hands on her hips.
"Are you going to have a team there or just you guys?"
"Booth, me, and you will be the only ones inside. The FBI will remain outside."
'Good. No one needs to see what you will be doing.' Angela smiled at her thought.
"So on Tuesday just bring your clothes to the lab and make up and we will get ready there. I'll tell Agent Studly to bring clothes and etcetera too." Angela waived her hand and picked up her things to go. "I'll see you in the morning Sweetie." Angela said and left as well.
Brennan was still frustrated, Angela's suggestion still swirling though her mind at the implication. 'I'll just ask her tomorrow.' She shrugged and went to bed.
A/N: okaaay hopefuly pitchforks still at bay, but i promise the club scene will finally be written in like a chap or two. so until then feel free to press the author ego boosting button and leave a review or drop a suggestion and until next time... Cheers~ AB