"Why are you smiling, Booth?" Brennan asked him on the ride to the crime scene. "Still thinking about cookies?"
He spared a quick glance toward her and pulled on his tie a bit.
"Maybe" he said under his breath.
She rolled her eyes and looked out the window to where he was pulling in.
"What is this place?"
"I don't know, some sort of historical society." He replied as they got out of the SUV.
They began walking toward a hill, when they came upon a dead body, a woman still clothed in what looked like some sort of historical costume.
"Booth!" Brennan
was disgusted. "This woman is way too…"
"Fleshy, Bones. I
know. Listen, I didn't know anything about this, I swear."
"Well,
it's gross…"
"Yeah, got it, Bones."
"Agent Booth,
over here!" They both turned to see the FBI forensics team gathered
about 500 feet away, in an area marked with crime scene tape. "We've
got the skeleton over here."
Booth looked at Brennan.
"A skeleton?" She asked.
"Then who the hell is this?" Booth looked back down at the body.