S01E02 - The Man in the SUV (02/06)
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Seeley Booth/Zack Addy
Rating:T
Spoilers:The Man in the SUV
Series:Third story of Bones Revisited - Season 01
Summary:
My version of the second episode. Zack and Booth try to solve the crime while hiding their relationship from the rest of the squint squad. Contains slash.
Author Notes: I change the character highlighted on each scene. Words in italic are their thoughts.
The quote found below doesn't belong to Oscar Wilde, but let's pretend it does for the sake of the story.
Main characters in each scene are Seeley Booth (The Café and The Café - Reprise), Angela Montenegro (The Car) and Zack Addy (The Lab and The Beetles).
Chapter One
In which Zack and Angela make a deal and he holds his end of it.
Outside the Café
Washington D.C.
"These girls are with me. Dr. Temperance Brennan and Angela Montenegro from the Jeffersonian." - Booth said to the officer guarding the crime scene.
"I need ID."
"Check the list. She's the forensic anthropologist."
"They're clear."
"Thanks. Come on."
"Oh God! What is that smell?" - The artist asked her friend.
This reminds me of my time in the army.
"Burnt flesh. Are there a lot of injuries, Booth?"
"Four known dead, 15 injured."
"Details. Whatever you have."
"Not much. Witnesses said they saw a middle-eastern man, mid-30's pulled up to the café and the car just blew. Car is registered to Hamid Masruk, head of the Arab-American Friendship League."
"If you know who it is, then why do you need us?"
The car could've been stolen, Bones.
"We're hoping we're wrong."- Answered the same Homeland Security agent who had interrogated Brennan when she came back from Guatemala. - "Masruk is a White House consultant on Arab relations. Had lunch with the president just last week."
"Agent Gibson, this is Angela Montenegro. I believe you remember Dr. Brennan."
"How could I forget?"
"Bones, if Masruk was involved we have a huge national security problem."
"Not to mention a very humiliated president. The press is already running with this."
"If you think I'm altering my findings -"
"Not at all. Maybe it isn't Masruk. We need to be sure, and Booth says you're the best."- The anthropologist started to analyze the corpse.
"I'm going to need Zack's help for this; He's in worse condition than I thought he would be."
Zack is coming here!
"Do you guys mind if I go pick him up? I can't exactly help you guys yet."
"Sure, Angela. Here, take the keys. Be careful!"- He warned her.
"Don't worry; I will be careful with your car."
I want you to be careful with Zack.
Special Agent Seeley Booth's car on route to the Café
Washington D.C.
"Thanks for picking me up, Angela. But I could've taken a taxi."
"This isn't only for you; I also needed to get away from the smell of burning flesh."
Far away.
"Oh. And seeing Hodgins was another upside of this trip, I guess?"
"Yes." - The artist didn't notice she had let her secret slip.
"I knew you liked him."
Damn it! How did he find out?
All the color drained from her face. "What? I - I don't love him!"
Zack smiled: "I never said anything about love, Angie."
"This is entrapment, you know?"
"I'm not a detective. Confess! You love him!"
"Fine! I'll admit how I feel about Hodgins if you tell someone, besides me and Jack, how you feel about Booth."
"So my choices are Dr. Brennan, Dr. Goodman or agent Booth, himself?"
"Pick wisely."
He'll never pick Dr. Goodman. And he cares too much about what Brennan thinks, so he'll have to confess his feelings to Booth.
Outside the Café
Washington D.C.
"I need surgical gloves and masks for the retrieval team, medical bags and vegetable oil."
"Vegetable oil?"
"It's used to loosen the body parts stuck to the metal, Booth." - Zack said while approaching the blown-up car. - "Should I photograph the scene?"
"Focus on a 30-meter radius from the blast."
The FBI agent turned to the anthropologist: "You know, it's okay to be upset."
"I wish this was the worst I've seen."
Likewise.
She handed a red evidence bag to Booth. Zack noticed that his lover was very uncomfortable with having to hold the bag open for Brennan to put
the victim's leg inside, so he approached his boss:
"Doctor Brennan, I think it would be better if I helped you with that. You know, to maintain chain of evidence."
That doesn't make sense.
"I believe that would be best. You don't mind, do you Booth?"
He was trying to help me. God, how much I love him.
"No, this is your job after all."
After they've acquired all the parts of the body, Angela and Temperance decided to stop for a quick bite while the FBI agent drove the squint back to the lab.
"Maintaining chain of evidence? Thanks."
"Psychology is not the only thing Temperance doesn't like. Law is also on the top of that list."
"You have a brother who went to law school?"
"No. I have a sister who went to law school. Elizabeth. But I only know some things, law is not for me."
"Not your favorite sister, huh?"
"Yes, but do not tell her that."
"I'll be sure to remember that if I ever meet her."
"Not if, Seeley. When. You'll get to meet my family, because I'm in this for the long haul."
So am I. I will introduce you to my family, but that'll take a while. Pops and Jared aren't in D.C.
Maybe I'll introduce you to Parker. God knows the kid would love him.
Booth smiled at his lover. But apparently his lips twitched a little because Zack said: "Tell me what's on your mind."
Damn, he's good!
"I was thinking about introducing you to Parker."
"Oh." - Was all the squint said before kissing his FBI agent. - "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I almost forgot to tell you, Angela wants me to admit my feelings for you to either you, Dr. Goodman or Dr. Brennan."
"Why?"
"It's like a trade: I'll admit my feelings and she'll admit to hers."
"Her feelings for who? Better yet, admit to whom?"
"She'll tell me. But I think if she admits to herself that she loves Hodgins, then maybe they'll be able to find each other."
"My little squinty cupid." - Booth said and leaned over to kiss his lover. - "But you can't tell me."
"Why?"
"Angela knows that I want you. And she knows that if you told me how you feel, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands and my mouth to myself."
"Then I guess I'll have to tell Dr. Brennan. There is no way I'm telling the head of the Jeffersonian about loving you. At least not yet."
Jeffersonian Institute
Medical-Legal Lab
"Facial epidermis and the fingertips are completely decimated. We won't be able to identify anything from the flesh, it's basically carbon."
"After looking for body parts extensively, we are still missing the lower left leg and the lumbar spine."
"Here's C2 and the right ischium."- The forensic anthropologist picked up the pieces of bones from the debris.
"Doctor Brennan, I must say something of a personal nature to you. You may not care about it at all, but it seems to Angela that it's imperative that I say this."- He motioned for the artist to get closer while he talked.
"Say it."
"I am in love with Seeley Booth. There! I've said it, Angela! I've hold up my part of the deal!"
"We'll talk later, Zack." - The artist went to her own office.
You can bet on it.
"Is that true, Mr. Addy?"
The assistant thought about lying but decided to keep his word: "Yes, it is."
"I think should you two get together, you would be a great couple."
That was not the reaction I expected.
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I do. Is that all?"
"Yeah. Hey, Hodgins?"
"What?"
"Any explanation as to why a man with access to the president would attack a café?"
"Targeting everyday places causes panic, people stay home, the economy is crippled. It's terrorism 101."
Makes sense. Psychologically at least.
"Take the clothes, and see what you can find."
"I'll also grab particulates to ID the bomb."
"Isn't that the FBI's job?"
"You trust the FBI? They'll suppress whatever they need to cover their asses."
"To answer your question; yes, I trust the FBI. With my life. And don't you dare say anything bad about the FBI or the people who work there!"
"Calm down, Zack. Someone seems really defensive of the FBI lately. I guess it's true what that guy said."
"What guy?" - The anthropologist asked.
"Oscar something, he's a writer."
"I believe I know who he's talking about, Dr. Brennan. One of Oscar Wilde's most famous quotes is 'Love is like a wild rose, beautiful and calm but willing to draw blood in its defense'. "- When his friends stared at him for some explanation Zack shrugged and said: "I may have minored in literature."
Agent Seeley Booth chose that moment to step in, having heard everything ever since the etymologist started to question the FBI.
"You minored in literature? That's interesting." - Zack blushed almost unperceptively. - "I thought all you squints were only interested in hard, cold science."
"There is a lot about me that you don't know, Booth." - Zack smiled and continued to work as agent Gibson joined the group on the platform.
"Agent Gibson will be overseeing things."
"I'll try not to be in the way."
"We don't need to be overseen." - Doctor Brennan complained to her partner.
"It's not your call. How soon can we get a DNA match?"
"That'll take days; we can get a match much sooner."
"You people can ID him from that?"- He pointed at the skeleton.
Well, duh!
"It's what we do."
"Zack, Hodgins."
"What?"- The mentioned men answered together.
"Remove any flesh and particulates then macerate him. If that's all right with you, agent Gibson." - The anthropologist stormed off the platform. Zack
muttered under his breath:
"Go after her, Seeley. I'll be right there to help you figure her out."
That isn't the easiest thing to do.
The FBI agent did as his lover requested.
"Booth, this is my lab. I'm a scientist, a doctor."
"So I've heard."
"Could you work if someone was looking over your shoulder?"
"I've developed a tolerance."
"I don't understand the advantage of a compromise."
"It's a terrorist attack, Bones. It's bigger than you and it's bigger than me."
"The job is the same."
"No it isn't!" - Zack decided to stay out of his boss's sight, while whispering to Booth what he should do.
"She won't answer to politics or emotion right now, Seeley. Try persuading her using anthropology."
"We are dealing with someone who devaluates a culture, terrorizing people by using God to justify mass murder." Zack walked away when his lover
started talking.
Good work.
Doctor Jack Hodgins' Office
Jeffersonian's Medical-Legal Lab
Brennan and her partner entered the room in which 'Homeland', Jack and Zack were.
"All the trace evidence has been stripped."
"Okay. Let's get started."
Zack got two jars full with beetles and moved to the glass box where the corpse was. He dumped the contents of the jars on the victim.
"What the hell are those?"
"Dermestes maculatus."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Flesh-eating beetles, agent Booth. It's how we clean the bones of burn victims. It's not pretty, but it works."
They'll eat the flesh but leave the bones very well alone.
Agent 'Homeland' Gibson's phone started ringing.
"The president wants to know how long the ID is going to take."
We're working as fast as we can.
The assistant pointed at the beetles:
"Why don't you ask them?"
Pairing: Seeley Booth/Zack Addy
Rating:T
Spoilers:The Man in the SUV
Series:Third story of Bones Revisited - Season 01
Summary:
My version of the second episode. Zack and Booth try to solve the crime while hiding their relationship from the rest of the squint squad. Contains slash.
Author Notes: I change the character highlighted on each scene. Words in italic are their thoughts.
The quote found below doesn't belong to Oscar Wilde, but let's pretend it does for the sake of the story.
Main characters in each scene are Seeley Booth (The Café and The Café - Reprise), Angela Montenegro (The Car) and Zack Addy (The Lab and The Beetles).
Chapter One
In which Zack and Angela make a deal and he holds his end of it.
Outside the Café
Washington D.C.
"These girls are with me. Dr. Temperance Brennan and Angela Montenegro from the Jeffersonian." - Booth said to the officer guarding the crime scene.
"I need ID."
"Check the list. She's the forensic anthropologist."
"They're clear."
"Thanks. Come on."
"Oh God! What is that smell?" - The artist asked her friend.
This reminds me of my time in the army.
"Burnt flesh. Are there a lot of injuries, Booth?"
"Four known dead, 15 injured."
"Details. Whatever you have."
"Not much. Witnesses said they saw a middle-eastern man, mid-30's pulled up to the café and the car just blew. Car is registered to Hamid Masruk, head of the Arab-American Friendship League."
"If you know who it is, then why do you need us?"
The car could've been stolen, Bones.
"We're hoping we're wrong."- Answered the same Homeland Security agent who had interrogated Brennan when she came back from Guatemala. - "Masruk is a White House consultant on Arab relations. Had lunch with the president just last week."
"Agent Gibson, this is Angela Montenegro. I believe you remember Dr. Brennan."
"How could I forget?"
"Bones, if Masruk was involved we have a huge national security problem."
"Not to mention a very humiliated president. The press is already running with this."
"If you think I'm altering my findings -"
"Not at all. Maybe it isn't Masruk. We need to be sure, and Booth says you're the best."- The anthropologist started to analyze the corpse.
"I'm going to need Zack's help for this; He's in worse condition than I thought he would be."
Zack is coming here!
"Do you guys mind if I go pick him up? I can't exactly help you guys yet."
"Sure, Angela. Here, take the keys. Be careful!"- He warned her.
"Don't worry; I will be careful with your car."
I want you to be careful with Zack.
Special Agent Seeley Booth's car on route to the Café
Washington D.C.
"Thanks for picking me up, Angela. But I could've taken a taxi."
"This isn't only for you; I also needed to get away from the smell of burning flesh."
Far away.
"Oh. And seeing Hodgins was another upside of this trip, I guess?"
"Yes." - The artist didn't notice she had let her secret slip.
"I knew you liked him."
Damn it! How did he find out?
All the color drained from her face. "What? I - I don't love him!"
Zack smiled: "I never said anything about love, Angie."
"This is entrapment, you know?"
"I'm not a detective. Confess! You love him!"
"Fine! I'll admit how I feel about Hodgins if you tell someone, besides me and Jack, how you feel about Booth."
"So my choices are Dr. Brennan, Dr. Goodman or agent Booth, himself?"
"Pick wisely."
He'll never pick Dr. Goodman. And he cares too much about what Brennan thinks, so he'll have to confess his feelings to Booth.
Outside the Café
Washington D.C.
"I need surgical gloves and masks for the retrieval team, medical bags and vegetable oil."
"Vegetable oil?"
"It's used to loosen the body parts stuck to the metal, Booth." - Zack said while approaching the blown-up car. - "Should I photograph the scene?"
"Focus on a 30-meter radius from the blast."
The FBI agent turned to the anthropologist: "You know, it's okay to be upset."
"I wish this was the worst I've seen."
Likewise.
She handed a red evidence bag to Booth. Zack noticed that his lover was very uncomfortable with having to hold the bag open for Brennan to put
the victim's leg inside, so he approached his boss:
"Doctor Brennan, I think it would be better if I helped you with that. You know, to maintain chain of evidence."
That doesn't make sense.
"I believe that would be best. You don't mind, do you Booth?"
He was trying to help me. God, how much I love him.
"No, this is your job after all."
After they've acquired all the parts of the body, Angela and Temperance decided to stop for a quick bite while the FBI agent drove the squint back to the lab.
"Maintaining chain of evidence? Thanks."
"Psychology is not the only thing Temperance doesn't like. Law is also on the top of that list."
"You have a brother who went to law school?"
"No. I have a sister who went to law school. Elizabeth. But I only know some things, law is not for me."
"Not your favorite sister, huh?"
"Yes, but do not tell her that."
"I'll be sure to remember that if I ever meet her."
"Not if, Seeley. When. You'll get to meet my family, because I'm in this for the long haul."
So am I. I will introduce you to my family, but that'll take a while. Pops and Jared aren't in D.C.
Maybe I'll introduce you to Parker. God knows the kid would love him.
Booth smiled at his lover. But apparently his lips twitched a little because Zack said: "Tell me what's on your mind."
Damn, he's good!
"I was thinking about introducing you to Parker."
"Oh." - Was all the squint said before kissing his FBI agent. - "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I almost forgot to tell you, Angela wants me to admit my feelings for you to either you, Dr. Goodman or Dr. Brennan."
"Why?"
"It's like a trade: I'll admit my feelings and she'll admit to hers."
"Her feelings for who? Better yet, admit to whom?"
"She'll tell me. But I think if she admits to herself that she loves Hodgins, then maybe they'll be able to find each other."
"My little squinty cupid." - Booth said and leaned over to kiss his lover. - "But you can't tell me."
"Why?"
"Angela knows that I want you. And she knows that if you told me how you feel, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands and my mouth to myself."
"Then I guess I'll have to tell Dr. Brennan. There is no way I'm telling the head of the Jeffersonian about loving you. At least not yet."
Jeffersonian Institute
Medical-Legal Lab
"Facial epidermis and the fingertips are completely decimated. We won't be able to identify anything from the flesh, it's basically carbon."
"After looking for body parts extensively, we are still missing the lower left leg and the lumbar spine."
"Here's C2 and the right ischium."- The forensic anthropologist picked up the pieces of bones from the debris.
"Doctor Brennan, I must say something of a personal nature to you. You may not care about it at all, but it seems to Angela that it's imperative that I say this."- He motioned for the artist to get closer while he talked.
"Say it."
"I am in love with Seeley Booth. There! I've said it, Angela! I've hold up my part of the deal!"
"We'll talk later, Zack." - The artist went to her own office.
You can bet on it.
"Is that true, Mr. Addy?"
The assistant thought about lying but decided to keep his word: "Yes, it is."
"I think should you two get together, you would be a great couple."
That was not the reaction I expected.
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I do. Is that all?"
"Yeah. Hey, Hodgins?"
"What?"
"Any explanation as to why a man with access to the president would attack a café?"
"Targeting everyday places causes panic, people stay home, the economy is crippled. It's terrorism 101."
Makes sense. Psychologically at least.
"Take the clothes, and see what you can find."
"I'll also grab particulates to ID the bomb."
"Isn't that the FBI's job?"
"You trust the FBI? They'll suppress whatever they need to cover their asses."
"To answer your question; yes, I trust the FBI. With my life. And don't you dare say anything bad about the FBI or the people who work there!"
"Calm down, Zack. Someone seems really defensive of the FBI lately. I guess it's true what that guy said."
"What guy?" - The anthropologist asked.
"Oscar something, he's a writer."
"I believe I know who he's talking about, Dr. Brennan. One of Oscar Wilde's most famous quotes is 'Love is like a wild rose, beautiful and calm but willing to draw blood in its defense'. "- When his friends stared at him for some explanation Zack shrugged and said: "I may have minored in literature."
Agent Seeley Booth chose that moment to step in, having heard everything ever since the etymologist started to question the FBI.
"You minored in literature? That's interesting." - Zack blushed almost unperceptively. - "I thought all you squints were only interested in hard, cold science."
"There is a lot about me that you don't know, Booth." - Zack smiled and continued to work as agent Gibson joined the group on the platform.
"Agent Gibson will be overseeing things."
"I'll try not to be in the way."
"We don't need to be overseen." - Doctor Brennan complained to her partner.
"It's not your call. How soon can we get a DNA match?"
"That'll take days; we can get a match much sooner."
"You people can ID him from that?"- He pointed at the skeleton.
Well, duh!
"It's what we do."
"Zack, Hodgins."
"What?"- The mentioned men answered together.
"Remove any flesh and particulates then macerate him. If that's all right with you, agent Gibson." - The anthropologist stormed off the platform. Zack
muttered under his breath:
"Go after her, Seeley. I'll be right there to help you figure her out."
That isn't the easiest thing to do.
The FBI agent did as his lover requested.
"Booth, this is my lab. I'm a scientist, a doctor."
"So I've heard."
"Could you work if someone was looking over your shoulder?"
"I've developed a tolerance."
"I don't understand the advantage of a compromise."
"It's a terrorist attack, Bones. It's bigger than you and it's bigger than me."
"The job is the same."
"No it isn't!" - Zack decided to stay out of his boss's sight, while whispering to Booth what he should do.
"She won't answer to politics or emotion right now, Seeley. Try persuading her using anthropology."
"We are dealing with someone who devaluates a culture, terrorizing people by using God to justify mass murder." Zack walked away when his lover
started talking.
Good work.
Doctor Jack Hodgins' Office
Jeffersonian's Medical-Legal Lab
Brennan and her partner entered the room in which 'Homeland', Jack and Zack were.
"All the trace evidence has been stripped."
"Okay. Let's get started."
Zack got two jars full with beetles and moved to the glass box where the corpse was. He dumped the contents of the jars on the victim.
"What the hell are those?"
"Dermestes maculatus."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Flesh-eating beetles, agent Booth. It's how we clean the bones of burn victims. It's not pretty, but it works."
They'll eat the flesh but leave the bones very well alone.
Agent 'Homeland' Gibson's phone started ringing.
"The president wants to know how long the ID is going to take."
We're working as fast as we can.
The assistant pointed at the beetles:
"Why don't you ask them?"