I don't own Bones.
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Sure he had misunderstood, Booth glared at the empty doorway and tried to wrap his head around what Garth had just told him. "What the hell do you mean you found a body in the Rose Garden?"
"Well, technically I didn't find it. James Pearson found it when he was trying to find out why three of his rose bushes were so sick. He's been nursing those rose bushes for the last couple of years or so and he finally decided to dig them up and replace them. When he dug up one of the bushes he found a . . . well a foot. He dug around and found a body attached to the foot. I didn't call the police yet. Want me to?"
"No, I don't want you to call the police." Trying to rein in his temper, Booth took a calming breath. "I will be out there in a few minutes to look at it. Just stay there and don't let anyone near the body."
"Yes, Sir."
After he ended the call, Booth closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten. Realizing that hadn't helped at all, he left his office and made his way through the Lab to the back entrance of the Jeffersonian. Patting his jacket pocket he found the pair of sunglasses he'd placed in the pocket earlier that morning and put them on allowing him the luxury of not being blinded when he entered the gardens.
The sun beaming down with a quiet intensity, Booth spied the security guard, who had called him earlier, over on the right side of the gardens. The gardens almost deserted, Booth gave thanks to St. Michael as he marched over to where the man was waiting. Observing the guard point towards the right, Booth scanned that section of the garden and hurried over to the mound of freshly turned earth.
Stopping about three feet from the mound of dirt, Booth moved around until he could see part of a very rotten corpse. Exhaling slowly, Booth pulled his phone slowly from his jacket pocket and debated his next call. Annoyed that the choice was out of his hands, he called the FBI.
"Harris, it's me Booth. Look, a body has been found in the Rose Garden of the Jeffersonian. You want me to call Metro or do you want it?"
"Holy shit Booth. You're not in the FBI anymore. We don't need you to drum up business for us."
"Yeah, I'm dying from laughter. Do you want the job or not? I can call Metro."
"I see your sense of humor is still kind of dead . . . Yeah, I'll send a team out there now. Do me a favor and tell Dr. Edison that we'd like to meet him at the crime scene. I'll let Agent Blake know about it and he should be there in about fifteen minutes or so."
"Can do."
"Why didn't you call the Metropolitan Police?"
"The Jeffersonian comes under the jurisdiction of the FBI, but if you don't want it let me know. I'll pass it on to Metro."
"I know it's FBI jurisdiction Booth, I just . . . never mind."
Annoyed, Booth ended the call and placed the phone back into his pocket. Crooking his finger at the security guard, Booth waited for the man to approach. "The FBI is on the way. Get a couple guards out here to keep everyone but the FBI away from the body. I'll go and inform Dr. Edison that he's needed out here. Make sure that the gardener that found the body is here when the FBI shows up. They'll want a statement from him."
His eyes on the body, Garth Tremble pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and made a circular motion with his index finger. "We have cameras in the gardens as well as in the Jeffersonian, so it seems like a dumb place to bury a body."
"That's why prisons are full, Garth." Giving the grave a wide berth, Booth walked back to the Lab section of the Jeffersonian and found Clark in his office. Rapping on the door frame, Booth entered the office. "Gear up, Dr. Edison, I guess we have a case for you."
Surprised that Booth was informing him, Clark flipped his magazine over and stood up. "Why didn't Agent Blake call me?"
"Because the Rose Garden here at the Jeffersonian just happens to be the crime scene." Shrugging his shoulders, Booth informed him, "One of the gardeners found the body a little while ago. Might as well suit up and go and wait for the FBI to show up. Don't touch anything until the techs get here and they've had a chance to record everything."
Quickly removing his lab coat, Clark walked over to a cabinet. "Will do. God I hope it isn't anyone we know."
"Me too." Running his hand through his hair, Booth hoped it wasn't a squint. "I'll let Bones and Cam know about it."
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After making a few phone calls including to the Director of the Jeffersonian and the Metro Police, Booth walked into Cam's office, "Head's up, Cam. One of the gardeners found a body out in the Rose Garden."
Wary, Cam closed the file she had open and turned to stare at Booth. "What rose garden?"
Clasping his hands in front of his stomach, Booth smiled at her. "Our rose garden, Cam . . . The Jeffersonian's Rose Garden."
"I don't believe it." Cam stood up and crossed her arms against her chest. "How can that happen? We have security cameras in the garden and we have 24 hour security."
Booth didn't know but he intended to find out. "I have no idea. As soon as I have a general idea as to when the victim died I'll have security check out the video footage and see if we can see what happened. I've called the FBI and they're on the way. I also let Director Foor know what's going on."
"Won't the FBI want the footage?" Moving over to a cabinet, she withdrew a jumper and a clean pair of boots.
"Sure and I'll make sure they get a copy, but that doesn't mean my people can't look through the footage too." Pointing over his shoulder, Booth informed her, "I let Clark know already. He's probably out there now. I'm heading out there as soon as I let Bones know about it so I can keep an eye on things."
"I'll be out as soon as I change." After she entered her private bathroom, Cam closed the door behind her.
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Booth waited on a bench near the crime scene for the investigation to begin. Soon he saw FBI techs and agents enter the area and approach the grave. Agents Blake and Brown spying Booth, walked over to where he was sitting.
Amused, Agent Blake greeted his former boss. "Booth you're not supposed to be looking for things for us to do. We have enough work thank you very much."
"You know just because I don't work for the FBI doesn't mean I'm not afraid to kick your ass." Annoyed, Booth pointed at the grave site. "I called you because I had to, so do your job and quit busting my chops."
Holding up his hands, Blake drawled. "Touchy touchy . . . Okay, tell me what you know and you can go back to doing what ever it is that you do."
Blake was getting on his nerves very quickly. Standing so that the agent didn't tower over him, Booth pointed at the gardener. "James Pearson was the one to find the body. He told Security, security told me and I called you. I took a look, but no one has touched the body except maybe James. You'll have to ask him. This area has security cameras so when I find out the approximate time of death, I'll have copies made of the video footage and hand it over to the FBI."
Quickly jotting down a few notes, Blake glanced at his techs hovering over the grave. "Thanks. Oh and by the way, you need to remember that if you do kick my ass it would be felony."
"I'll keep that in mind, Blake." Glaring at the agent, Booth warned him. "I'll just make sure there aren't any witnesses."
Guffawing, Lester shook his head. "Got you there Blake. I'd also keep in mind that if you piss off Booth and his people they could make you disappear and no one would ever find your body."
Not amused, Blake rolled his eyes and walked over towards the grave leaving Lester and Booth behind.
Curious, Lester spoke quietly. "Is that job offer still good?"
Moving a little closer, Booth lowered the volume of his voice. "Yeah, it is."
"Good, I'll be by this evening to talk to you about it, if that's okay?" Blake whistling at him, Lester smiled at Booth. "See you later."
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