I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.
Questions
"Hey man, I usually don't get to go on field trips. Why am I coming along?"
"Are you complaining, because I can turn around and bring you back?"
"No, no, complaining, just wondering."
"Since the crime scene was so clean, I thought maybe you could find something here. I'm hoping you give us a miracle."
"Well, call me Mr. Miracle. I am here to serve. I love field trips; you know getting out of the lab, spending time with friends. This is great." Hodgins was smiling.
"There is no such things as miracles, and your name is Hodgins."
"Bones, he was kidding."
"Oh."
"Hodgins, it may be great, to you who don't see the sun very often, but it is still a murder, and a possible serial killer, so a little less enthusiasm, ok?"
"Yeah, sure Booth, sorry man."
Hodgins sat back, and was quiet for a while.
"So, Hodgins, did you find anything else?"
"No man, just what I told Dr. B. sorry, the scene was clean."
"That's ok, maybe we'll find something here."
It was a two-hour drive and dark when they finally arrived. The local police were waiting outside for them.
"Hello, are you agent Booth?"
"Yes." Booth showed his ID.
"We did just what you said, secured the perimeter, and didn't let anyone in."
"Thanks, we'll handle it from here. Can a few guys stay and keep away the neighbors?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll leave two guys behind. Call if you need any help."
"Thanks,"
They went into the house, and Hodgins started looking for evidence.
"Hodgins, it looks like he came in through this window. See what you can find."
"Booth you keep referring to the murderer as a male, how do you know it wasn't a woman?"
"I don't, I just feel it is a man, maybe because of the violence that was portrayed. I'm not sure why, I just think it's a man."
"Women can be very violent. If I wanted to, I am sure I can take you down."
"Whoa, Bones, you cannot take me down."
"If we were in an emotionally packed situation, and you were unarmed, I believe I could take you down."
"If you weren't pregnant I would take you up on the offer tonight, but since you are, I guess you will have to know you could never take me down."
"I could."
"No, Bones you can't."
"Yes, I could."
"Can I interrupt this ego match for a minute? Booth I'd like you to look at something."
"Sure Hodgins,"
He walked away giving Bones a look that meant this was not over.
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Hodgins continued working, while Booth and Bones went to talk to the neighbors.
The nearest neighbor was some distance away.
"Bones, I don't think she could see anything never mind hear it."
"You never know, maybe she or he has a dog. Maybe he or she was taking a walk."
They rang the bell. A small elderly woman answered.
"Hello, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, and this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan, can we come in for a minute."
"Yes dears, come on in. Would you like some tea?"
"No, thank-you. I just have a few questions about your neighbor, Mr. Boddy?"
"Oh, yes, he's such a nice man. He mows my lawn every week, and shovels in the winter. What would you like to know?"
"He was found dead on Monday, and we would like to know if you saw or heard anything?"
"Do you mean on Monday or over the weekend?"
"On Friday night."
"No dears, I didn't. I was home, but I stay inside after dark. My sight is poor, and I can't see too well at night."
"Do you know of any other neighbors who live around here?"
"I think Mrs. Murphy lives a little ways down the road, but I don't know too many other people. I don't get out much anymore, except when my granddaughter comes to visit. She usually takes me to the store, and we go to dinner once a week."
"Ok, thank-you very much for your time. If you see or hear of anything can you give me a call?"
He gave her a card.
"Yes, sir I will."
They left and walked back to the house.
"Man, talk about a dead street. No one lives here. I got the address of his work, we can go there next."
Hodgins met them outside.
"Hey sorry man, about the only thing I found was a piece of lint on the window frame. This place is clean too. This guy must be good."
"There you go again, it may be a woman."
"No, Dr. B. I have to agree with Booth on this one. Whoever did this carried the victim out the door and into a vehicle of some kind. I don't think a woman could do that."
"Well, I always believe that no one should ever assume until all the facts are in. You never know."
She walked away and got into the car.
"Boy, she's in a bad mood today."
"I think it's the hormones, she's been grumpy for a few days now. She stopped throwing up, and now she's a crab. I don't remember this with Rebecca, but I wasn't around her very much."
Bones beeped the horn.
"Are you coming?"
"On our way, Bones."
They went to the car. Since the victim's work was close by, Hodgins went with them to question his employer.
"Hello, Mr. Chinner. I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, and this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan, can we talk to you about one of your employees?"
"Yes, come into my office."
They followed him to an office that was small and cramped, but clean. Since there were only two chairs, Bones and Mr. Chinner sat. Booth started the investigation.
"Sorry I don't have another chair, I usually don't get visitors."
"It's fine Mr. Chinner. We would like some information about Mr. Boddy. Is he one of your employees?"
"Yes, he is an excellent worker. He's been out for a few days, and he didn't call, did something happen?"
"Yes, he was murdered Friday night."
The employer had a shocked look on his face.
"Murdered? Who would want to kill John? He was always so kind and helpful to everyone around here. Many times he would help others with their work, so they didn't get behind."
"So, you don't know of any employees who would want him dead?" Booth asked.
"No, but you're more than welcome to question them. Everyone's here today, except John."
They talked to the other employees, but other than again hearing what a nice man he was, they still didn't find any suspects. They drove back the Jeffersonian in silence.
"Booth, what's wrong?"
"I don't know this just feels strange. I think we are going to end up with a serial killer. The pieces just don't add up. Something feels wrong. I think I'm going to see Sweets, maybe he can give us a profile."
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