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"How dare he?"
*Trigger warning*
Chelsea and Booth are walking through a cemetery. It's the National Cemetery for those who were killed in battle. Chelsea yawns she was tired, after finding out that Brennan was going to be on tour for an entire year instead of a few months she was busy, her hands were full, of endless work, and no time for sleep or self-care, the day already started and she had woken up at her desk with like four hours of sleep in her system.
"I never get used to the magnitude of this place, what it's taken to keep this country free"
"All societies build monuments to their dead, to convince future combatants that it's an honor to die in battle" Chelsea explains.
"For these servicemen it was. And somebody using this place to protest the war just pisses me off. These are the lives that gave them the right. These men, they should be respected."
" If they were really respected, maybe not so many of them would be buried here." Chelsea murmurs as Booth shoots her a look.
" Are we gonna get into something here, Cherry?"
Chelsea shakes her head, " I don't see why. I think we both wish this place were a lot smaller."
They approach an agent. "Agent Booth, Dr. Swan. Right this way"
Booth, Chelsea, and the agent walk toward the scene. Jeffersonian employees are taking pictures of the scene and collecting samples. "It must've happened in the middle of the night. The place is so big no one saw the fire."
Zack is taking photos of a burned skeleton, leaning against a headstone. Booth, Chelsea, and the Agent approach.
"The accelerant was a charcoal starter," Zack says as Chelsea nods.
"We didn't find a suicide note."
"If he was a protester, wouldn't he have left a note?" Chelsea turns to look at Booth.
" Didn't need to. It's on Charlie Kent's grave. Press was coming out to do a tribute to him."Chelsea looks up and pulls out latex gloves. "One-year anniversary of his death."
