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When Temperance Brennan had gotten into the lab that morning, there had been a surprise.
It didn't have to do with any case currently being worked; the only ones she was really sure were still going on were the little girl's remains from the well and that large box which wasn't really a case-- it just upset all the CSIs. This, while also a large box, seemed much less threatening.
And a lot more fun.
"A sarcophagus," she'd breathed, and then spent most of her day debating whether to open it or not. Were the lab conditions ideal for whatever was inside? Was anything inside at all? And why wouldn't the bookshelf give her something to help her translate who it belonged to?
Finally, she began the heavy work of easing the lid off.
It sure smelled like a mummy, oils and dust and death.
It didn't have to do with any case currently being worked; the only ones she was really sure were still going on were the little girl's remains from the well and that large box which wasn't really a case-- it just upset all the CSIs. This, while also a large box, seemed much less threatening.
And a lot more fun.
"A sarcophagus," she'd breathed, and then spent most of her day debating whether to open it or not. Were the lab conditions ideal for whatever was inside? Was anything inside at all? And why wouldn't the bookshelf give her something to help her translate who it belonged to?
Finally, she began the heavy work of easing the lid off.
It sure smelled like a mummy, oils and dust and death.