Chapter 2
Scene: Brennan and Booth investigate the scene
Brennan and Booth arrive on the scene in Booth's FBI car, and he pulls up right in front of the barn. Booth ducks under the crime scene tape and holds it up for Brennan.
"Oh, nasty!" Booth says in reaction to the smell in the barn, as he covers his nose with his blazer.
"Actually, I find it quite refreshing." Brennan replies.
"You have got to be kidding me" Booth says.
Brennan, realizing how weird that sounded, quickly adds: "It stimulates the senses and puts one's brain on a higher alert."
"Yeah, that's great Bones. Hey it kinda looks like chocolate, huh?"
"Seeing something that is not actually there is a sign of-"
"Alright, ya know what Bones, you're just bumming me out. It's a great day, the sun is shining….."
"And we're at a possible murder site, investigating a decomposed body" Brennan says.
"Glass half empty, Bones. Well mine is half full. And nothing you say can change that right now." Booth says with a smirk.
"That analogy makes no logical sense. A glass cannot be half empty, nor half full. Depending on the capacity of the glass, it would have to be filled a certain percentage, other than that, it is either all the way full, or completely empty." Brennan says.
"nothing you say….." Booth repeated, walking ahead of her as they arrived at the body. Makeshift lights stood all around the pile of manure. A woman wearing a forensics outfit approached Brennan.
"It's…not a complete skeleton, but we managed to find most of the body."
Brennan nodded slowly, not even looking at the woman. She crouched down next to the skull, snapped on black latex gloves, and picked up the skull. She begins speaking into a recorder: "Male, his facial features appear quite elderly. The rate of decomp. Suggests he's been dead at least 2 weeks. Blunt force trauma to the left temporal lobe…." she trails off.
Booth finds some interesting looking white mush on a bone. "Ooh Hodgins will like this. Hey you! Bag that." Booth says directing a forensics guy to the mush.
Brennan, a few feet away, stands up. She walks under the tape and approaches a woman who appears to be family.
"Is it my husband? Oh dear god, please don't let it be George!" The woman pleaded.
"The victim is still unidentified. Do you know where your husband is?" Brennan questioned.
"About a month ago, he went on a trip to the Farmer's Convention in Atlanta. He goes every year but he hasn't come back, and, and he never called…he …always calls!" The woman had to stop because she began sobbing all over again.
"How old is your husband?"
"We're both 75, but he is incredibly strong for his age." The woman says.
"What's your name?" Brennan asks
"Margaret Stewart, and my husband is George. We have a son, too. His name is Kevin."
"Thank you very much" Brennan says.
She walks back over to the scene of the body and says "We're going to need all this manure back at the lab, we'll have Hodgins and Zach sift through it, see if they can find anything else."
"Alright, you heard the woman, back to the Jeffersonian!" Booth commands loudly.
"All of it?" A man asks.
"Just this section here." Brennan says, motioning to a huge pile of manure.
"Is she serious?"