Now it is my turn. Please keep in mind that my basic Physics class does not help me in any way with all the sciency stuff... -J
P.s: i'm not supposed to be uploading this chapter yet. But I figured, to hell with it. You get a surprise update. Please R&R :)
Chapter 2: I don't like the term dirt..
Dr. Addy stood over the body examining it very closely. He was so consumed in the corpse, that he didn't hear Cam approach behind him. She had to say his name a few times before he acknowledged her. "Can I help you, Dr. Saroyan?" He asked without taking his eyes off the body.
"I'm here to pick up the tissue samples and the organs. Do you mind if I take them quickly?" She asked him this, but Zack knew this wasn't a question.
"Sure. Go ahead. I have to take this dirt sample to Dr. Hodgins, anyway" As Zack was speaking he walked over to a small table by the side of the body. He picked up a small petri dish with what appeared to be soil.
"Zack, word of advise, don't call it dirt when you hand it over to Hodgins.." With this, Cam was making her way off the platform with a bowl of guts, leaving a very confused Zack behind. He decided to ignore Cam's so called advise and hand over the sample to Hodgins. He slowly made his way off the platform and across the laboratory to Hodgins' room. Upon entering the room he was greeted with tons of machines. Too many for him to count. He was looking around the room profoundly taking in all the sights. He wasn't aware Hodgins was staring at him, until he finally mustered up a mumbled, "wow.."
"Amazing isn't it?" Hodgins asked while taking off a pair of goggles. Zach could only begin to imagine what he was doing to need goggles.
"Uh.. Yeah. How can you afford all of this?" Zach had almost completely forgot why he came here, but was reunited with the sample when he put his hands in his lab coat pocket "OH. I came here to give you this sample of dirt. I found-" He unfortunately cut of by Hodgins.
"Don't call it dirt..." Hodgins said through clenched teeth while grabbing the dish. "But since you're new here, I'll run it." Zach now see's what Cam was talking about.
"What do all these machines do?" Zack begun to ask but was interrupted when he heard his name being called by who he assumed to be Dr. Brennan. "I got to go now.." With this, he actually ran to the platform.
"Dr. Addy, where were you?" Brennan asked him while taking a look at the sternum.
"I was handing off a dirt sample to Dr. Hodgins, have you found cause of death yet?"
"I think it is right here. There is a small nick on the left side of the sternum. I can't clearly identify it as the cause of death yet because the bones aren't clean. I am going to go with Agent booth, while you clean off the bones. And do not, I repeat, do not get rid of any evidence."
"Yes, Dr. Brennan"
She made her way off the platform and out to the front of the Jefferson Institution.
She pulled out her phone once she was outside. She was very surprised to see she had a missed call from Booth. She rarely ever missed calls, especially from her partner. She quickly made her way down the steps and called her partner back.
Booth. He answered
"Booth, it's me." Brennan replied, not knowing why she should have to tell him that it is in fact her calling.
I kind of figured that from the caller I.D, but what can I do for you, bones? Special Agent Seeley Booth had deemed her this nickname because she works with corpses for a living.
"Don't call me bones.. And are you going to come pick me up? I thought we we're going to the victim's house." Even though Brennan told Booth that she didn't like the nickname, Bones, she was actually starting to get used to/like it.
Yeah, we are. I just had to make a quick coffee stop and I am about 2 minutes away. After he had said this Brennan could hear him slurping, what she assumed to be coffee, really loud.
"Okay. I'll see you when you get here." Brennan hung up her phone, and slipped it into her jacket pocket. She looked around, still not very familiar with the outside of the Jeffersonian even though she had worked there for over 5 years now, and found a simple bench for her to sit on. She looked around for a short while until she saw Booth's black SUV slowing to a halt right in front of her. She climbed in and buckled her seatbelt.
"So, how's the body coming along?" Booth asked while turning out of the parking lot.
"If you mean, have we found the cause of death yet, well it appears to be a stab to the heart. That isn't confirmed yet though."
"Jeeze, can't you guys just guess for once in your life?"
"Booth, I'm an anthropologist. I do not make guesses. If I make a guess, I could send the case off in the wrong direction."
"Alright fine. Why can't you guys go with your gut instinct for once?"
"Yeah, because that sounds any better.." Brennan snapped. She doesn't usually snap so this was very strange. Because she felt so out of order, the rest of the ride was completely silent.
As they pulled up to the house Booth finally spoke up, "So here we are. The victim's parents, Nick Honnel and Megan Honnel, both live here. Let's get going." They both stepped out of the SUV and made their way up the stairs to the porch. Booth knocked on the door, and straightened out his red and blue stripped tie. When the door opened Booth pulled out his F.B.I badge and held it up in front of him. "Hello, ma'am. My name is Special Agent Seeley Booth from the F.B.I, and this here is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian Institute. We are hear to inform you that we have just found the body of your son, Jason Honnel. May we step inside?"
Before she could even open the door tears were rushing down her face. She then turned around and yelled out, "Nick! Th-they.. They found J-Jason!"