[The feed offers the Network a view of certain Dr. Brennan, clad in the blue lab coat of the Jeffersonian Institute and carrying a semi-translucent plastic container in her gloved hands. Through the opaque material of the box one may just make out the familiar shapes of various human bones, a cranium, pelvic bone and a few long bones probably being ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, showing Brennan sitting in the middle of stacks of file folders and papers scattered across her bedroom floor. Evidently, she's brought work home once again. She appears entirely unmoved the obnoxiously rumbling thunder in the background as she sorts through the documents, heedless of the occasional flickers of brighter light ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on abruptly and obviously without the two women on the screen noticing it, the angle tilted slightly upward as if the device has been tossed on the ground. Behind the figures, one may catch a glimpse of mounds of dirt, but little else that would give out their location. The blowing wind is covering up most of the distant, sporadic ( Read more... )

[The sea churns lazily, waves ebbing and flowing at the shore. The early morning sky is tinged with a gloomy gray, tiny raindrops drizzling down rapidly. The bad weather is lost on Brennan as she stands close to the shoreline staring into the distance, only a step or two shy of getting her feet wet by the water. Brisk wind howls every now and then ( Read more... )

[ The unintentional feed jostles as Brennan throws her device rather carelessly on her bed, the video now showing the ceiling of her room. She is tired, having spent long days in the police force building working on the recent cannibalism case and generally acclimating herself with her new position as the Head of the Forensics department. Brennan ( Read more... )