I own no Bones related content, or else Vincent would never ever have died and he wouldn't be allowed to leave until he was like, ancient.
Alannah, I have been planning this one for yonks! You know how excited I am to be writing it! But then again there's that other one we were excited about…
Be awoken with a True Love's Kiss.
'I hate cases like these.' Brennan said and Booth nodded in agreement. They were looking down on a plastic bag which had been ripped open to reveal a small pile of hundreds of fragments of bone. The bag had been found by a young man. It had been left in his trash-cans outside his house but he had no idea how it got there. As soon as he found it he called the police which is where Booth and Brennan came in.
'It's horrible.' Booth said sadness obviously present in his face.
'Isn't it?' Brennan exclaimed, 'It's so difficult to sort through all the pieces of bone and put them in the anatomically correct order of the human skeleton. I may have Lizzie do it, or Mr. Nigel-Murray. Or it may even take both of them…'
'Wait, Bones, you're not talking about how horrible it is that someone's been cut up into hundreds of bite-size pieces?' Booth asked.
'Well, I understand that it must be horrible for the family of the victim but I refuse to let my emotions cloud my judgements of my work.'
'Wow Bones you really need work in understanding people.'
'I understand people very well thank you, for instance, right now you're angry at me.'
'Yes well done Bones!' Booth exclaimed walking a few steps away to clear his nose of the smell of rotting flesh. Brennan stood up and followed him.
'The edges of the bone indicate that the victim was cut up with something with a serrated edge.'
'Like a kitchen knife?'
'No, the pieces are too small. More like, a wood-chipper. And the dental fragments indicate that the victim was a Caucasian female in her mid to late twenties.'
'Wow bones, it's amazing…' Booth said, more under his breath than to her.
'What is?' she asked.
'You understand dead people better than you do living.'