The Girls In The Casket □ Wendell Bray

Murder in a Casket

Dr. Sweets sat staring at the two partners in crime. "Agent Booth-"

"Well why do you gotta pick on me?" he teased, a small smirk twitching at his lips. "That is true." Dr. Brennan agreed. "I am far more qualified to answer any questions you have."

"Well now you're just being mean." Booth said as he looked at her, all amusement gone from his face. "No I am not. I am only stating facts. As I always do." she defended. A quarrel began as they began to talk over each other until Agent Booth got a call.

"Booth. Yeah. Okay. We'll be there." He ended the call. 

Looking to his partner and shrink he frowned, "A couple of bodies were found by the old bridge. We're  needed."

"Our session isn't even over. Guys. Guys! Why do I even bother?"

........

 Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan stood around as the casket was being picked up out of the mud. Recent rains taking its toll on the small town as the river flooded over and the coffin came rising with it. The lid of it was a sort of flexi-glass as the two decaying bodies laid holding each other inside. "I thought we already caught the grave digger." Dr. Hodgins said as he held small containers of the surrounding flora and fauna excrat. Dr. Brennan nodded, "We did. I'm going to need it shipped back to the Jeffersonian, along with surrounding mud and water samples."

"You heard the woman. Get moving! Come on! I'm picking up Parker at 4!"
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Back at the lab, Dr. Saroyan stood by the table as Dr. Brennan worked on the skeletons. "Females. Approximately, late teens early twenties."
"They were just kids." Dr. Saroyan said as she stood back with her hands on her hips not noticing Brennan enter her vision of sorts.
"This could either kill us."

Angela walked in then, ready for skull reconstruction. "Are they ready?"
"Or save us."
"Brennan?" She questioned, snapping Temperance from her mini flashback. "Oh! Yes, Angela. The skulls are marked and ready for reconstruction." There was a pause before Temperance removed her gloves, "Excuse me."

Looking at the other, Camille and Angela shrugged their shoulders, getting back to work.
.......
Back at the bureau, Agent Booth was going through old missing persons files from a couple years before. One had caught his eye though as he set the others aside.
Two girls. Missing. 20 years of age.
Just at that second, Angela walked into Booth's office. "I've ID'd the girls. Candice and Vera Swanson. Went missing a year ago and the investigation was dropped after a few months of searching."

Nodding, Booth held up the file in his hands. "Yeah, found 'em."

Inviting herself in, Angela sat down  and placed her hands on her stomach. "They were just kids, Booth."
The agent nodded before looking up as a petite girl was escorted through. "Thank you." She said curtly to Agent Evans, the man who escorted her.
Booth stood up after seeing her in dress uniform. "Hey, Seeley!" She smiled before hugging the Agent, her hat tucked under her arm neatly. Agent Booth smiled in disbelief as he held the young girl in his arms, her hair in a neat bun and her uniform pristine. "Technical Sergeant Jones. May I help you?"

"Yes, you can actually. I heard about the two bodies you dug up." She inquired, her eyebrows knitted in worry.

"I'm not al-"

"Seeley, please. I think they were the girls I recruited."