"'When you absolutely have to kill every last-'"

There isn't any paper left hanging but he doesn't care. He grins and keeps on firing.

Nothing is sacred in war.

Hospitals these days send you home far too early. They expect you to act like a responsible adult, to take care of yourself, to give yourself the time you need in order to recover. There are no hand scribbled notes that read: "Patient not suitable for timely release." For Booth, there should be ( Read more... )

I shouldn't have let her go.

*sitting on his couch, staring at his lava lamp*

That whole 'normal' thing? It's overrated.

I haven't talked to him in more than a decade. Why would I start again now?

It takes Angela less than a couple hours to put together a picture of the face once she's gotten her hands on the skull. The sketch is of a Caucasian woman in her late 30s to early 40s. Her round eyes are set farther apart than most. An equally round face sports a button nose and a wide mouth. Angela has drawn her smiling. It doesn't do much ( Read more... )

Consciousness returns with a single and straightforward thought. He can't seem to remember closing his eyes. He knows at some point he must have because how could they open without first closing. This seemingly logical progression is the calm before the sensory storm. A wild array of sensations and observations hit him all at once ( Read more... )

Like a lot of other small Indian tribes, what passes for a police station is just a small hole in the wall. This one is large enough to hold two desks, a couple filing cabinets, a half size safe, a coffee pot, and a cell that doubles as an impromptu interrogation room. Expecting the arrival of a federal agent, Chief Whitehead is there after his ( Read more... )