R&R pwease? I do not own Bones. Duh.
FIRST PERSON POV!
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This was something I had never expected to come of my new life. Sitting in a bar with a fairly attractive man, drinking beer and eating french fries. Okay, I said "fairly attractive", so don't bite my head off. And also, the only reason we're hear is because I said I was hungry for french fries and he said this place had the best fries. And the beer? Well, that was his own mistake, bringing me to the bar. It doesn't need to say it in my decoy file, all that knows is that I'm Irish.
"Okay, my turn," Lance said. "What is your favorite movie?" I paused, thinking for a second.
"That's a tough one," I said but soon, I still gave my answer quickly, "Teeth."
"What?" he asked, his brows pushed together in confusion. I laughed outright at him. Did he seriously not know?
"Teeth!" I repeated.
"I don't--I've never--"
"It's a movie about this girl," I began, explaining to him, "who is a virgin and she wants to be a pure virgin until marriage. Well, she ends up getting kinda, sorta raped by this one guy who was new at her school and--"
"Wait," he began, interupting me, "how can someone be 'kinda, sorta raped'?"
"By having teeth in a very private area that cut have his penis?" I questioned. His eyes went wide. "May I continue?" He nodded and I went on, "Anyway, the kid who raped her ends up loosing his penis because she has teeth in her vagina. He ends up dying from blood loss and then this other kid who only used her to win a bet was the next victim and the next victim after that was her step-brother."
"Step-brother?" he asked me.
"Yep," I said. "Her mother died during the movie and it was basically his fault so she decided to take something precious from him. He thought he was in love with her and stuff." I actually laughed at that thought.
"What's so funny?" he asked me, smiling. He still seemed a bit confused between my laughing and the movie I had just explained to him.
"He thought he was in love with her, he was basically deluded," I said with a smile, picking up a french fry and eating it.
"You think being in love is being deluded?" he questioned me.
"I guess it really depends," I said. "But there really is absolutely no line between infatuation and love."
"So says you," he told me.
"So says a lot of people," I said. He just shook his head, stealing one of my fries. "You don't believe me, huh? I suppose you're a big believer in love?"
"Now, I didn't say that," he said to me.
"But you jumped to it's defense pretty quickly," I told him. "You either believe in it or not."
"Okay, I guess I do believe in it," he said and went to pick up another one of my fries. I quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled the fry over to my mouth and ate it. He glared at me, but I didn't let go of his wrist, instead I smiled up at him. "Being in love is not being delusional."
"Have you ever been in love?" I asked him. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I rest my case. Saying you're in love is like a high-rate crush." I let go of his wrist and got another french fry. He opened his mouth to argue with me again when my cell phone rang. I pulled it out and flipped it open.
"Francis," I said, getting ready to grab another french fry.
"Hey, Cara," Cam's voice said into my ear.
"Mmm," I said, taking a bite of my fry.
"We have a few more bodies," she told me. "Angela is putting faces to them as we speak. I need you to come in and try to ID some of 'em, alright?"
"Okay," I said, nodding. "Be right in."
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"Remember any of the names?" Cam asked me as I stared at the photos. I looked at them at least a dozen times, leaning back in my chair, massaging my temples.
"I don't know," I said. "Just give me some time here." I stared at the faces again, compelling something in my mind to surface to name at least one of these women.
"So, how was it?" Cam asked me, sitting down beside me. I looked over at her, confusion etched on my face. "The date? With Sweets?" It finally dawned on me.
"Oh, it was alright, I guess," I said, looking back at the photos.
"Alright? You guess? What kind of answer is that?" she asked me. I still stared at the pictures before I sat up straight, a name finally coming to me.
"Donna Lake!" I said, jumping to my feet.
"What?" Cam asked, looking up at me. I pointed to one of the seven women's faces on the screen that was to the far left. She had short brown hair with green eyes and pale skin.
"Her!" I said. "That's Donna Lake!" Cam quickly got up and ran to run the name through the database. "Anything?" I asked her. She looked up at me, a blank expression on her face.
"She was reported missing, but the case wasn't pursued at all," Cam answered me. "She has a daughter though. Melody Lake."
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