A/N: Second chapter's up. Thank you for your reviews for chapter 1, I was so excited that people actually read it! If you are going to read this chapter too, I hope to hear what you liked and disliked in it. That's the only way I can improve my writing... Well, enough with my babbling. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, ok?
Previously: B&B were facing the body at the roof.
"Oh." Brennan simply stated. "So THIS is why the body is in here."
"Yep... Go do your thing." Booth then turned around to ask some questions from the woman who had found the remains.
Brennan walked closer to the pole that was situated at the edge of the roof. She quickly estimated the victim's sex and age, and also came to the conclusion that the victim had played golf as a hobby. Brennan tried to get a closer look at the remains, but the pole was too high and too far away at the edge. Without hesitating she climbed on to the edge of the roof, concentrating on the victim. Booth heard the commotion rising behind him and turned around to see what was going on. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Bones standing on the edge. He hurried over there.
"Hey Bones, what about if you stepped down from there?"
Clearly not listening, Brennan answered: "The victim is female, approximately 18-22 years old. A golf player. Obviously the body has decomposed somewhere else first and has then been moved here."
"Alrighty, now that we got that figured out, you can come down. Bones?" He offered his hand.
"Well, technically I figured it out." She then climbed down from the edge, not even noticing Booth's offer for help. She noticed everyone's eyes on her. "Why is everybody staring at me?" she asked Booth.
Booth rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I have no idea. Maybe next time you could skip the Spiderman-act and behave like a normal person?" He met her confused look and sighed. "Never mind."
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Brennan had gone home, showered and changed and was now at the lab. She and Zack were cleaning up the bones, Hodgins was examining the so-called dirt that was found on the remains.
"Isn't anyone else puzzled by the fact that a dead body was found at the roof of the FBI BUILDING? Come on people, this is so obviously a cover-up." Hodgins kept on ranting, already forming a number of conspiracy theories in his head.
"Logically it wouldn't be a wise move for the FBI to leave the body at their own roof." Zack said without looking up from the rib he was polishing.
"A-ha! Exactly. They figured that no one would suspect them if the body was placed at their headquarters."
Suddenly Booth strolled in. Hodgins turned back to his microscope. "And here comes one of them." he mumbled to himself, referring to Booth.
"You got anything yet?" Booth directed his question at Brennan.
"Nothing that has been affirmed yet. You?"
"Well apparently there was a complete shutdown of the security cameras at 1:35 a.m. today. It lasted for 14 minutes. The security guard couldn't get the cameras working himself. At 1:49 they got on again." Booth hesitated before saying what he was about to say. "The bottom line is, I can't imagine how an outsider could have gotten up to the roof without anyone noticing. The building never sleeps, there's always someone working."
"Are you suspecting it was an inside job?" Brennan finally gazed up from the remains. The look on Hodgins' face was triumphant and slightly arrogant.
"I'm saying that the person had access to the building. It could have been any employee of the FBI." Booth explained.
Hodgins rolled his eyes. "Sure, none of you knows anything..."
Booth shot a freezing glare at the man and continued what he was saying. "All that I can do at this point is ask the people who were working at that hour some questions. Let me know if and when you find something from all this squinty stuff."
All the three scientists had already gotten back to what they were doing. Booth clapped his hands together once. "Okay then..." He quietly exited the platform.
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It was late at night and Brennan was still at the lab. She had allowed Zack and Hodgins to go home, but Angela hadn't been that lucky. Now that they knew the cause of death, they needed to replay the scene on the Angelator. While the hologram people fought in front of them, Brennan explained the details in her usual professional, some would say cold, tone.
"The killer must have been at least six feet tall, that's the most logical way the injuries on the left shoulder can be explained. That also indicates that the killer is right-handed. The fractures on the victim's ulnas tell us that she has tried to protect herself from the blows with her arms. But the killer's height and strength have overpowered the victim and led to her death, caused by a blow to the head. There are many broken bones in different parts of her body which indicates that this was a very violent death. It is possible that some of the blows have happened post mortem, but I wouldn't know for sure."
Angela ended the program with a sigh.
"This really makes me reconsider my position as a people-person."
"If you start working on the sketch of the victim's face now and I'll start examining the injuries on the skull to find out the murder weapon when you're finished. We must identify the victim before anything else."
"Um, Bren, it's ten o'clock. I was thinking of going home, and you know what? You should be doing that too. Aren't you experiencing any jet lag?"
Brennan glanced at her watch in disbelief. She hadn't realized the time and now felt a bit embarrassed for keeping her friend at work so late. "Apparently not... Sorry, Ange, of course you can go home. I didn't realize what time it was."
Angela smiled slightly. "It's ok, I've gotten used to it." She yawned and continued: "Now, are you going to go home voluntarily or am I going to have to drag you out of here?"
"Neither. I'll stay for a little while longer, I want to find out the murder weapon." Brennan answered, her mind still on the case. When she saw Angela's slightly frustrated look she assured her she would only stay for an hour or two at the maximum. Angela was too tired to argue with her and started to gather her things. "Temperance Brennan, you amaze me to no end." She smiled at the woman in question and headed to the door. "Good night."
"Good night." Brennan had expected an argument over her staying at the lab and was relieved when that didn't occur. She walked over to the platform, put on a pair of latex gloves and picked up the skull. But her mind couldn't focus on the skull for long as her eyelids began to feel heavy. "I guess the jet lag got to me anyway.", she thought. She placed the skull on the examination table and walked to her office. She lay down on the couch and let sleep take over her.
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