Thanks for reviewing my story. I really appreciate it.

As we all know, I don't own Bones.

Oooooooooooooooooo

Arriving in Breezewood, Sheriff Messersmith pulled into the entrance for the Gateway Travel Lodge. Parking near the side entrance, the Sheriff and Booth got out the car and walked to the side entrance. Booth, following the Sheriff, saw a man pass them as they entered in to the hallway. Seeing the man scrunch up his nose and then give them both a look of shock and disbelief worried Booth. Lifting the hem of his shirt up to his nose, Booth wasn't sure if he smelled skunk or not. His nose was full of that particular smell; so, it was hard to tell. Following the Sheriff, Booth stopped when the Sheriff stopped in front of a door and knocked on it. After two minutes, a youngish man of 26 answered the door holding a Jack Russell Terrier in his arms. Seeing the Sheriff, the man turned around and walked back into his room. Turning to look at Booth, the Sheriff shrugged his shoulders and then followed the body finder in to the motel room, Booth following behind.

"Mr. Benton I'd like you to meet Special Agent Booth," Sheriff Messersmith said pointing at Booth. "He's with the FBI and he'd like to ask you a few questions about the body you found."

Puzzled, Mike Benton looked at the Sheriff and then at Booth. Stepping back away from them, Mike said, "Dudes, what is that smell?"

Blushing, Booth said, "Uh, what?"

Shaking his head, Mike said, "Look man, no offense; but, if you want to talk to me, we have to go outside."

Shaking his head, the Sheriff asked, "Do you smell skunk?"

Gagging a little, Mike said, "Dude, is that what that is?" Walking around Booth and the Sheriff, Mike walked back to the door, opened it and walked out of the room.

Smiling, the Sheriff said, "I was afraid of that. We can't really tell how bad it is; but, apparently it is really bad. We were too close to the skunk when it sprayed your squints."

Embarrassed, Booth said, "Come on. I guess we shouldn't blame the guy. I'd make us leave the room if it was me."

Nodding his head, the Sheriff left the room with Booth following behind him, closing the door behind them. Walking down the hallway, they didn't find Mike Benton until they walked out into the parking lot.

Hugging his dog, Mike said, "Sorry Dude. I like nature; but, not that well."

Smiling, Booth kept his distance from Mike and said, "That's alright. I have a few questions for you about the body you found. Do you mind talking about it now?"

Nodding his head, Mike said, "Sure, man. It was really gross. I hope I never do that again."

Frowning, Booth asked, "Why did you go into the woods?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Mike said, "Rex needed to go to the bathroom. I'd been riding my bike for a couple of hours and I thought it would be nice to pit stop before I rode my bike through the tunnel. He rides on a basket on the front of my bike and when we aren't riding I normally keep Rex on a leash; but, man, we were out in the country. Who was he going to bother? Rex normally does his business and then comes back to me if I call him."

Seeing that he had the Sheriff's and Booth's undivided attention, Mike continued. "Well, he'd been gone for about ten minutes so I called him and he didn't come back. I got worried so I walked into the woods to look for him. He was standing next to something; but, man, I wasn't really paying attention to what it was; so, I walked over to him and I was going to pick him up, you know. Well, the next thing I know, I stepped into something kind of squishy and I look closer and I can't believe what I'm seeing. My foot was in a body. A body man. I thought I was going to puke my guts up. I mean, wow, man. It's a good thing I was wearing my trainers, Dude. If I'd been wearing my sandals I'm pretty sure I would have lost it. As it is, I'm going to have to throw my shoes away man. No way, I can wear them again."

Nodding his head, Booth asked, "Besides stepping on the body, did you touch any other parts of the body?"

His eyes growing big, Mike said, "Are you kidding me man? No way."

Rubbing his right ear, Booth asked, "Did you see a bike and back pack leaning against the tunnel wall when you made your pit stop?"

Nodding his head, Mike said, "Sure, Dude. I figured the owner was around somewhere."

Looking at Mike, Booth asked, "Did you touch the bag or the bike?"

Shaking his head, Mike said, "No way, man. I'm no thief. If it doesn't belong to me, I don't touch it. Besides, for all I knew the owner was just sitting in the woods and could see me. Why piss someone off if you don't need to?"

Writing down a few quick notes, Booth looked up and asked, "Can we take your finger prints and since you don't want them, can we have the shoes you were wearing when you stepped on the body?"

Smiling, Mike said, "Sure, Dude. I don't care. I don't have anything to hide."

Looking a little uncomfortable, Mike said, "Uh, Dude, maybe I should let you know something. I don't want to get into trouble by not telling you."

Puzzled, Booth asked, "Ok, what do you want to tell me?"

Running his right hand across his mouth and then wrapping his right arm around his dog again, Mike said, "Uh, Dude, Rex may have snacked a little on the body I found. Rex will eat anything. I saw him eat a dead rat once."

Swallowing, Booth said, "Uh, thanks for telling me." Handing Mike his business card, Booth continued, "If you remember anything else, I'd like you to call me."

Stepping closer to Booth and taking the card, Mike then stepped back and said, "Sure Dude. Uh and Dude, you two really need to do something about that smell you have going on. It's really bad."

Blushing, Booth said, "Yeah, thanks."

Oooooooooooooooooo

Poor Booth and Sheriff Messersmith. Smelling like a skunk can be stomach turning.