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A/N at the bottom


Down by the Docks

The sea's waves lapped gently against the dock as Booth and Brennan continued their way to the next scene. The gray sky was complemented by the dreary color of the ocean and a salty aroma graced the atmosphere. At this time the docks would be full of action and commotion. Instead it became deserted and almost silent with the only sounds coming from their steps on the dock.

"This is all very Godfatherish." Booth observed.

"Oh I saw that with Al Cappuccino." Brennan said

"Pacino Bones, Pacino." Booth corrected

"Are you referencing it because of the stereotype that mobs take their victims to the docks to be killed? Because then that would suggest you think the mob is behind this when a normal person could have easily killed someone here."

"It was just an observation Bones." Booth said a bit exasperated. Sometimes having Brennan for a partner could be exhausting, but he would never be partners with anyone else.

"Agent Booth, Doctor Brennan, I'm Officer Michaels." The officer said. "Follow me this way."

Officer Michaels motioned the two to come farther down the dock where the body was being brought towards the surface. From the murky depths rose a ghostly woman from her watery grave. Once on the dock, Brennan wiped away the algae mask to reveal the sleeping ghost. She noted the rope used to tie the cement anchor left deep purple marks around her ankles.

"I think we can determine the cause of death this time right?" Booth asked

Brennan nodded at her partner as she continued to carefully examine the body. Although drowing seemed to be the apparent cause, Brennan remembered after the last victim she couldn't be overly sure. "I can't find any identification with her."

"I guess that just makes our job just a little bit harder." Booth replied. He turned to see a suited man walking towards him with a police escort. Beads of sweat created a crown around the man's brow with he continued to pat away. His nervous eyes widened at the lifeless woman in front of him.

"Agent Booth this is Mr. Frank Johnson. He is head of this dock." The officer introduced.

"Mr. Johnson I'm going to need to ask you give some information on our victim." Booth said in his official business tone.

"Yes, yes of course." He stammered, "All I know is her name is, was, Emily Roberts. And she hadn't been here too long, maybe a couple of weeks."

"Can you tell us about her living arrangements? Did she have a husband, partner, a roommate?" Booth continued

"She had an apartment not too far from here. She was from London, so I assume she was living on her own. All I know is she wasn't married." Johnson continued to stutter averting his eyes from his deceased employee. "I have her address and visa."

"I'll need to have those." Booth said as he looked over to the warehouses where he saw an anachronism standing between two buildings. It was blue and looked like an old phone booth that would stand on a city corner. Booth would have dismissed it as a just another random city object if a man hadn't just walked out of it.


So I lied a bit, this chapter ended up being short and a bit boring even for me. But it had to be boring to make way for the exciting Doctor! Yes he just made his offical enterance on to the scene, literaly. I'll admit I'm a bit nervous about writing for him because I don't know his character as well as Booth and Bones. But I've got some ideas planned so don't worry about that.

Review please, its a pet peeve of mine when people read and don't review. I too am working on that believe me. But reviews really help writers continue because it lets them know people are reading, so I'd just like to know if I have some loyal readers out there.