Technical Sergeant Jones sat in the hard metal chair with worry splashed across her features. With her being the only person known to be involved, she was stuck for a while. A long while.
Dr. Sweets stood behind the glass with a thoughtful look on his face as Brennan sat with the Bird.
"How did you meet the victims?" She asked, her blue eyes evaluating the girl before her. Jane Jones shook her head, "The same way I met all my other recruits. The enlistment office."
"How tall are you, Miss Jones?"
"Its Technical Sergeant Jones, ma'am. And I'm 5'1."
"Of course, Miss Jones. How much do you weigh?"
There was a deep pause as Jane Jones evaluated the woman in front of her with her deep brown eyes. Her plump lips turned up at the corners as she fiddled with her hat.
"115, ma'am."
Dr. Brennan leaned in closer, her detached blue eyes evaluating the seemingly young girl in front of her. "How strong would you say you are, Miss Jones?"
Jane's nostrils flared slightly, her pet peeve getting to her as Dr. Brennan refused to call her by her rightfully earned rank.
"Careful, Dr. Brennan. She is getting angry."
"Miss Jones are you angry?"
There was another pause as Jane's head snapped up like an old dolls'. "Where is Seeley?"
Dr. Brennan's eyes narrowed once more, "Why do you want to see Agent Booth so much?"
"Look, ma'am." Jane said as she stood up, making Brennan stand up as well, "I'm a Technical Sergeant in the United States Airforce. My appropriate title is Technical Sergeant Jones. You are a forensic anthropologist with a doctorates degree, or something similar to that. Your appropriate title is Dr. Brennan. I refer to you as such, why do you find yourself incapable of adressing me as respectfully as I do you?"
Dr. Brennan stood in silence, her eyes flickering around the girls face before Sweets spoke up into her ear, "It's a trick question, Dr. Brennan. She is trained to manipulate to get the answers she wants, I suggest you leave as you are."
Dr. Brennan contemplated her choices. Stay and answer the girls question which could ultimately lead to a spat or leave as she is and run from the problem all together. "In my understanding, the rank you so proudly wear with your name has no meaning in the real world." Dr. Brennan said.
Jane Jones laughed, just as Agent Booth walked in with Dr. Sweets. "Get out, Bones." Agent Booth said, his jaw clenched slightly as Dr. Brennan gaped. "W-what? Booth!"
"Its Sergeant Major Booth." He stated before setting the case file down on the table. Brennan only stared on until Booth turned again and motioned for her to leave with his head. Dr. Sweets only shook his head as he eyed the young girl in front of him and her bodily reactions. The door shut quite loudly and Technical Sergeant Jones jumped, her eyes screwed tightly.
"Happy thoughts, Jane. Think happy thoughts." Seeley chuckled a bit. Jane Jones laughed herself and rolled her eyes, "I don't have to think happy thoughts, Seeley. I've got my pair of wings back home."
Agent Booth laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he continued to tease the Air Force major.
"Alright, Jane. How'd you meet these girls?"
"Easy. Chief Wilkson walked them over after they graduated from the NJROTC program. He thought they'd dwell better in the Air Force."
"When was the last time you saw them or heard from them?"
"A week ago, I believe. They left me a message on my machine."
Dr. Brennan stood behind the glass, her mouth near the microphone as Dr. Sweets recieved the message. "That's impossible, the bodies had to have been there for a while. A week isn't long enough for decomposition to become that severe."
"Are you sure, Birdy?" Booth asked his friend. Jane Jones screwed up her face as she thought long and hard about the message. "Well, now that you have me rethinking. There was something off about that message." Booth sat back in his seat as he sighed heavily.
"Let's go, McFly, we need that answering machine."
A couple of hours later, Jones and Booth sat in her small apartment as they listened to the message on the machine. "Ma'am, we're leaving this message to inform you that we've decided to leave the military and move back to our hometown of Amarillo. No need to worry. Goodbye."
The voices in the message were rigid and forced. As if they were being forced to say the words. "That does sound kind of off." Dr. Sweets muttered as he scratched his scalp and turned away, looking at the pictures on the wall.
Agent Booth turned away from the psychologist and began to question his old friend, "There was no other form of contact between you three?"
Tech-Sgt Jones shook her head, "Not that I ca- oh wait!"
At her exclamation, Dr. Sweets turned around with a jolt and stared at the small girl, "Vera and I were supposed to go out for lunch on the 16th. She sent me an email about three days after this message. I figured it was an explanation on why she asked to be discharged."
"Well, its only the 12th, Agent Booth. Its possible that whoever abducted the Swanson's could be targeting Technical Sergeant Jones."
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The Girls In The Casket □ Wendell Bray
FanfictionTwo girls are found in a casket after an anonymous tip was sent in through Booth's office. Death by asyphixiation. "It can't be the grave digger, we already caught her." "No, Bones. I think we're dealing with a copycat."
