Part 8: I just want to say that, forensically, I have no idea what I am talking about… meaning I made it up. Please no criticism, I have no idea of what I am talking about. I might of gathered some Rawak information off of House, though I most probably didn’t… I just hope it sounds good. ;)
“Hodgins, get Booth.” Brennan berkata without looking up from the remains.
“BOOTH!” Hodgins’ shout made Nigel Murray jump. He fumbled around with the bone that he was holding and quickly put it back before Brennan noticed. Hodgins disguised his smirk with a cough, which ended up to be a real one.
Booth heard Hodgins call his name and he slyly crept his way out of the janitors closet. Nobody noticed, so he smugly straightened his jaket in silent victory.
“What is it Bones?”
Brennan looked around to see where the voice had come from. Booth coughed loudly. “Oh, there anda are…” she said, looking down through the bars of the platform. “Why don’t anda just come up here?”
Booth looked down. “Well, firstly, I don’t have a beepy card thingy…” he held up his finger to stop Brennan from interrupting “And I am also hiding from Sweets.” he ducked.
“What? That’s ridiculous, why would anda hide from Sweets?”
“Um… I didn’t think I would need a reason…” he murmured to himself.
“What is going on - Booth? What are anda doing?” Cam coughed slightly, causing her to see what was going on. Booth sighed as she came across.
“You all just make a big deal out of nothing! I’m fine, Ok?”
“He doesn’t have an identification card and he is also hiding from Sweets.” Brennan whispered to Cam.
“Why are anda hiding from Sweets?”
“Alright! I just don’t have a beepy identification card thingy!”
“So why didn’t anda as-”
“I didn’t think it would be necessary… did anyone offer?”
“I tried, but anda stopped me.” Brennan butted in. Booth sighed.
“Ok, just let me up there.” he berkata half-heartedly. Nigel was quick to get his card out.
“Just don’t shoot me.” he whispered to Booth as he passed by. Booth rolled his eyes before he got to the forensic table.
“Ok, I’m here now. Happy?”
“Yes.” berkata Brennan. Booth couldn’t help but feel pleased. “Why are anda smiling?”
“No reason - so… anda called me here?”
“Oh, of course, um…” she picked up a bone which Booth had no idea about. “You see here and here?” she asked, pointing places on the bone out.
“Um… no.”
“Well… it shows that there was a toxic gas, in the lungs… which must of stuck to the interior of them and then melted…” she pointed “…into the bone, suggesting that he was left in a warm environment until and advanced stage of decomposition. He most likely had something similar to a pulmonary edema… a fluid accumulation in the lungs… but not like I‘ve ever seen before… it seems like it‘s in a different form… perhaps something new…”
“What, another nasty disease, roaming the earth?”
“Not necessarily.” Hodgins jumped into the bulatan that was forming. “The tox screen that I obtained from the bone marrow shows that it was caused sejak the inhalation of some sort of toxic gas.”
“Ok… so why am I here?” Booth asked. Hodgins pointed at Brennan. “Yoouu missed me!” Booth teased.
“No I did not! I mean, yes I did, I haven‘t seen anda in a week. But I didn’t call anda over here because of that.”
“Oh really.”
“Really.”
Booth waited for an answer as Brennan tried to stare him down. “What?” he laughed.
“Nothing… why - ? Oh, the case...” Brennan went over to the computer as Booth grinned smugly, but noticed Cam, Hodgins and Nigel Murray staring after Brennan. Booth quietly thanked God that neither Sweets atau Angela were there, for Bones’ sake.
‘Speak of the devil’ he thought to himself as Angela and Sweets strolled onto the platform.
“Hey, how come he gets a beepy card thingy and not me?” Booth berkata as he watched Sweets come up. Sweets froze for a moment, one foot in front of the other, before saying “Who, me?”
“Hey guys, I did a sketch of what our victim may have looked like…” Angela held up her drawing. “And, it matches the foto of who the phone was assigned to.” she said, tapping a few keys on the computer which Brennan let her use.
“Whoa, assigned to?”
“Yeah… it had loads of weird little gadgets…” Angela said.
“Hey, is that Mike?” Hodgins asked, approaching the foto on the screen.
“Um, yeah, Michael Lindsburg, how did anda know?” Angela asked, hesitating slightly.
“He’s an intern here…”
“Was. Was an intern here.”
“No kidding. That’s him?” Hodgins pointed at the Bones aligned on the forensic table.
“No, of course not.” Angela sighed. Hodgins ignored the comment.
“Aw man… I bumped into him last month…” he smiled. “He got frog sperm all over him and it went all the way down his-”
“Ok, that’s enough information.” Cam berkata loudly.
“Hey there Agent Booth, we didn’t get to finish our chat before…” Sweets started, placing himself between Booth and Brennan.
“Really, Dr. Sweets?” Cam interrupted.
“No.” he berkata quietly. Booth chuckled as Cam went up to the screen.
“I’m going to sit somewhere not here.” Sweets excused himself and sat down. “Nobody really cares anyway…” he muttered. Nobody heard him, except Nigel Murray.
“What was that, Dr. Sweets?”
“Nothing.” Sweets scowled.
“You know what?” Nigel went up to him. “Maybe anda should act less… juvenile. Then anda would gain they’re respect.” he nodded, as if he knew what he was talking about.
“What, sejak spouting out pointless facts?”
“Ouch.”
“Mr. Nigel Murray, you’re going to need to go compost diving with Dr. Hodgins.” Brennan berkata as the team came to some conclusion. Sweets smirked.
“Some respect.”
“I beg you’re pardon.” Brennan said. Sweets took a moment to realize that it was directed at him.
“What, oh, no. Nothing.” he said, waving his hand. Cam looked at Booth.
“Ok, alright.” he hissed. Cam smiled and walked away.
“Hiya Sweets.” Booth said, patting Sweets on the shoulder. Sweets was obviously fighting the desire to say ‘ouch’. He coughed instead. “What’s up?” Booth asked.
“None of anda will talk to me.” Sweets slouched lower into his chair.
“Um, weren’t anda just talking to Angela, in her office?”
“She berkata that she needed silence to draw… and then she berkata something about daisy under her breath.”
“Well, Sweets, daisy is, anda know… annoying.”
“Whatever, I don’t care about that. We’re friends, right?” Sweets asked him. Booth immediately looked up at Angela, though she was obviously unaware of the conversation. He looked back down at Sweets.
“Um… yeah, sure.”
“Ok then.” Sweets seemed smug now.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.” Sweets smiled. He got up and patted Booth on the shoulder, obviously trying hard. As he walked away, he coughed, put his hand to his mouth and silently whispered “Ouch!” gripping his wrist, while he thought ‘what is he made of, stone? How come doctor Brennan can hit him and I can’t…?’
“Hodgins, get Booth.” Brennan berkata without looking up from the remains.
“BOOTH!” Hodgins’ shout made Nigel Murray jump. He fumbled around with the bone that he was holding and quickly put it back before Brennan noticed. Hodgins disguised his smirk with a cough, which ended up to be a real one.
Booth heard Hodgins call his name and he slyly crept his way out of the janitors closet. Nobody noticed, so he smugly straightened his jaket in silent victory.
“What is it Bones?”
Brennan looked around to see where the voice had come from. Booth coughed loudly. “Oh, there anda are…” she said, looking down through the bars of the platform. “Why don’t anda just come up here?”
Booth looked down. “Well, firstly, I don’t have a beepy card thingy…” he held up his finger to stop Brennan from interrupting “And I am also hiding from Sweets.” he ducked.
“What? That’s ridiculous, why would anda hide from Sweets?”
“Um… I didn’t think I would need a reason…” he murmured to himself.
“What is going on - Booth? What are anda doing?” Cam coughed slightly, causing her to see what was going on. Booth sighed as she came across.
“You all just make a big deal out of nothing! I’m fine, Ok?”
“He doesn’t have an identification card and he is also hiding from Sweets.” Brennan whispered to Cam.
“Why are anda hiding from Sweets?”
“Alright! I just don’t have a beepy identification card thingy!”
“So why didn’t anda as-”
“I didn’t think it would be necessary… did anyone offer?”
“I tried, but anda stopped me.” Brennan butted in. Booth sighed.
“Ok, just let me up there.” he berkata half-heartedly. Nigel was quick to get his card out.
“Just don’t shoot me.” he whispered to Booth as he passed by. Booth rolled his eyes before he got to the forensic table.
“Ok, I’m here now. Happy?”
“Yes.” berkata Brennan. Booth couldn’t help but feel pleased. “Why are anda smiling?”
“No reason - so… anda called me here?”
“Oh, of course, um…” she picked up a bone which Booth had no idea about. “You see here and here?” she asked, pointing places on the bone out.
“Um… no.”
“Well… it shows that there was a toxic gas, in the lungs… which must of stuck to the interior of them and then melted…” she pointed “…into the bone, suggesting that he was left in a warm environment until and advanced stage of decomposition. He most likely had something similar to a pulmonary edema… a fluid accumulation in the lungs… but not like I‘ve ever seen before… it seems like it‘s in a different form… perhaps something new…”
“What, another nasty disease, roaming the earth?”
“Not necessarily.” Hodgins jumped into the bulatan that was forming. “The tox screen that I obtained from the bone marrow shows that it was caused sejak the inhalation of some sort of toxic gas.”
“Ok… so why am I here?” Booth asked. Hodgins pointed at Brennan. “Yoouu missed me!” Booth teased.
“No I did not! I mean, yes I did, I haven‘t seen anda in a week. But I didn’t call anda over here because of that.”
“Oh really.”
“Really.”
Booth waited for an answer as Brennan tried to stare him down. “What?” he laughed.
“Nothing… why - ? Oh, the case...” Brennan went over to the computer as Booth grinned smugly, but noticed Cam, Hodgins and Nigel Murray staring after Brennan. Booth quietly thanked God that neither Sweets atau Angela were there, for Bones’ sake.
‘Speak of the devil’ he thought to himself as Angela and Sweets strolled onto the platform.
“Hey, how come he gets a beepy card thingy and not me?” Booth berkata as he watched Sweets come up. Sweets froze for a moment, one foot in front of the other, before saying “Who, me?”
“Hey guys, I did a sketch of what our victim may have looked like…” Angela held up her drawing. “And, it matches the foto of who the phone was assigned to.” she said, tapping a few keys on the computer which Brennan let her use.
“Whoa, assigned to?”
“Yeah… it had loads of weird little gadgets…” Angela said.
“Hey, is that Mike?” Hodgins asked, approaching the foto on the screen.
“Um, yeah, Michael Lindsburg, how did anda know?” Angela asked, hesitating slightly.
“He’s an intern here…”
“Was. Was an intern here.”
“No kidding. That’s him?” Hodgins pointed at the Bones aligned on the forensic table.
“No, of course not.” Angela sighed. Hodgins ignored the comment.
“Aw man… I bumped into him last month…” he smiled. “He got frog sperm all over him and it went all the way down his-”
“Ok, that’s enough information.” Cam berkata loudly.
“Hey there Agent Booth, we didn’t get to finish our chat before…” Sweets started, placing himself between Booth and Brennan.
“Really, Dr. Sweets?” Cam interrupted.
“No.” he berkata quietly. Booth chuckled as Cam went up to the screen.
“I’m going to sit somewhere not here.” Sweets excused himself and sat down. “Nobody really cares anyway…” he muttered. Nobody heard him, except Nigel Murray.
“What was that, Dr. Sweets?”
“Nothing.” Sweets scowled.
“You know what?” Nigel went up to him. “Maybe anda should act less… juvenile. Then anda would gain they’re respect.” he nodded, as if he knew what he was talking about.
“What, sejak spouting out pointless facts?”
“Ouch.”
“Mr. Nigel Murray, you’re going to need to go compost diving with Dr. Hodgins.” Brennan berkata as the team came to some conclusion. Sweets smirked.
“Some respect.”
“I beg you’re pardon.” Brennan said. Sweets took a moment to realize that it was directed at him.
“What, oh, no. Nothing.” he said, waving his hand. Cam looked at Booth.
“Ok, alright.” he hissed. Cam smiled and walked away.
“Hiya Sweets.” Booth said, patting Sweets on the shoulder. Sweets was obviously fighting the desire to say ‘ouch’. He coughed instead. “What’s up?” Booth asked.
“None of anda will talk to me.” Sweets slouched lower into his chair.
“Um, weren’t anda just talking to Angela, in her office?”
“She berkata that she needed silence to draw… and then she berkata something about daisy under her breath.”
“Well, Sweets, daisy is, anda know… annoying.”
“Whatever, I don’t care about that. We’re friends, right?” Sweets asked him. Booth immediately looked up at Angela, though she was obviously unaware of the conversation. He looked back down at Sweets.
“Um… yeah, sure.”
“Ok then.” Sweets seemed smug now.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.” Sweets smiled. He got up and patted Booth on the shoulder, obviously trying hard. As he walked away, he coughed, put his hand to his mouth and silently whispered “Ouch!” gripping his wrist, while he thought ‘what is he made of, stone? How come doctor Brennan can hit him and I can’t…?’
