next installment of the Kansas saga...i'm trying to think of a case for taking a risk...(thinks)...nope still none yet.
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"So what happened?" Sully smiled at them as they walked in the hotel.
"Nothing really, I'm tired, I'm going up to our room." Tempe waved to the guys as she went up the stairs. Both men waved back, smiling at the one woman he couldn't live without.
"So, let's get serious here." Booth chuckled at Sully's comment.
"What are we, teenagers? There is nothing to talk about. She is my partner. You are her boyfriend. That's it end of story."
Sully squinted at him. "You are such a liar. You love her. REALLY love her, not just a little crush. Why didn't you make a move earlier when you could've had her? Now I have her." Booth stared at him indignantly, wanting to bash his face in.
"First of all, I don't love her, she is just my partner. Second of all, you can't rush into things with her. That's why you are going to have a fun but meaningless relationship." Sully laughed.
"I doubt it buddy. You just wait and see. She really does love me. And because of that, I'm pretty sure that she will want me for a long time." With that comment, he disappeared onto the second floor.
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"Hey Ange, have you reconstructed her face, we have a suspected name and I would like to run a visual match." Ange smiled at her from her laptop.
"Yes I do, but first things first, sweetie. How is Booth? And Sully? Are you having fun pitting them against each other? Is completely hot?"
"Ange, what are you talking about? How can I 'pit' them against each other? They are here for two completely different reasons. There is no connection at ALL."
"Sure, sweetie…anyways here is the face." On the screen there flashed a picture of a young Caucasian girl with brown pig-tails, dimples and blue eyes. Booth entered the room.
"I got a picture of Samantha." Tempe took the photo and compared it to Angela's drawing.
"I have a visual match, do you confirm Angela?"
"I do. So this girl's name is Samantha? How did you find a name without running it through the database first?"
"Well, Booth got-"
"Angela, we got some information off the record, and I kinda need it to remain that way, cool?"
"Yeah, cool Booth. And how are you and Tempe doing in that oh-so-isolated little town in Kansas."
"Well, Angela, I have a feeling we're not in D.C. anymore." Booth said, smirking. Angela laughed flirtatiously.
"I don't understand." Tempe said.
"It's from a movie Bones, the line is actually, 'Toto, I have a feeling we aren't in Kansas anymore.'" Tempe nodded, and then turned to her computer screen.
"Okay Angela, have Zach look for any breaks that weren't accounted for, and ask Hodgins to examine the substance I found underneath her sternum."
"Will do, later Brennan, Booth."
"Bye Angela." Tempe turned to Booth.
"So how is Sully?"
"I thought he was here with you."
"Well, obviously he isn't so I assumed he was still downstairs." They both turned around as the door opened.
"Booth, how did you get in here?" Sully asked. Tempe smiled at Sully.
"I gave him a spare key, since he is working on this case with me. In actuality I should probably work in Booth's apartment since he is the only person occupying that room." Booth smiled smugly at Sully as if he had won the entire battle. He knew, however, that this conflict was just starting, and while this case may have an impact on it, there was still a long way for him and Bones to go before anything could be considered real. Sully nodded.
"Well go ahead. No one is stopping you." He opened the door and swept them out of his room. Booth walked behind Tempe, casually laying his hand on the small of her back. Instead of jumping like he thought she would, she actually relaxed into his hand, and he felt her warmth emanating from this small gesture of affection.
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Booth opened the door for her, and he and Tempe began working.
"I don't think that she knew what was going to happen to her. The bruising and marks on the bones suggest she was caught by surprise and killed instantly." Booth looked at the pictures and nodded.
"It probably wasn't the father. He seemed so damaged by the loss of his daughter. He gave up his life and broke the law trying to get justice for her. What do you think of the mother?"
"I don't know! Psychology is your thing."
"I know, but I wanted to ask your opinion anyways."
"Well, I don't know…the father doesn't seem like a very rational man. He is probably not the best person to base sound reasoning on. He lives in a forest after all." Booth chuckled.
"Well, I was just trying to get a feel for the situation. You know, try to use my gut to figure it out."
"That is really irrational Booth. Your internal organs cannot really help you determine things, well, except for your brain. You, however, are talking about your gut." Booth sighed, patting her back gently.
"Figure of speech Bones, I thought we already went through this one." Tempe nodded.
"You're right, I forgot. I'm sorry. Well, I don't think we can get anything else without talking to someone this girl knew." Booth nodded in agreement.
"Let's go." Tempe stared at him from where she was standing.
"Not now. I am really tired." Booth eyed her curiously.
"Bones, are you okay? What's wrong?" Tempe rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine; you don't have to employ all your alpha-male tendencies on me." Booth smiled, but began advanced towards her, slowly.
"I know. I just enjoy doing it." Tempe frowned.
"Stop doing that Booth." Booth stared at the floor, halting.
"Sorry." Tempe glared at him.
"Booth, stop moving seriously. You are making me dizzy."
"I'm not moving Bones."
"Yes you are, you are rocking side to side, and coming closer. STOP IT!" He rushed to her as she began to fall. He caught her mid-air.
"Bones…Bones….Temperance." She dangled loosely from his arms. He gently placed her on the bed and ran to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
"Hold on Tempe, I'm coming, hold on."
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r&r please! its corny i know...if you dont like it, then dont worry neither do i. i am not proud of this part...