BONES AU - PART THREE "The Cannibal in Question"

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

Joe walked into the Jeffersonian and Kevin greeted him.

"Where's Bones?"

Kevin ignored the question. "You arrested the Deputy Director of the Secret Service for voyeurism?"

"Yea, sure, whatever. Is Bones in his office?"

"That is awesome and really, really stupid. You got to love a self-destructive man with values." Kevin shrugged.

"Kevin. Where. Is. Bones?"

Scott tapped his shoulder. "Right behind you."

Joe sighed. "Oh great, look, listen I got Charlie to check out all those places with the red rock."

"Pink syenite."

"There's only one place that uses the pink rock in its foundations. It's an old deserted bank on the Anacostia River."

Kevin's face lit up. "Bingo, baby."

Scott looked confused. "Why 'bingo, baby'?"

"Shell companies owning defective titles, blah, blah." Kevin waved his hand at the last three.

"I- I don't understand the significance." Scott furrowed his brow.

"It's deserted, isolated. It's a fortress Serial-killer heaven. Look, I want you to come with me." Joe said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Scott shook his head. "I've got work to do here."

Kevin put his hands on Scott's shoulders. "Uh, Dr. Hoying, if this building has been used for some sort of ritual cannibalistic killing as indicated by a skull which has been gnawed upon, a trained anthropologist's eye could be crucial to the case." Kevin pat his shoulder. "Rationally speaking."

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A guard lead them through the abandoned bank, to the vault door.

"Bank's been closed for years. Door's always locked. Never a light. Nothing. No squatters... Made them sturdy back in the day. I mean look at this place." The guard's voice echoed. "Maybe if you told me what you were looking for I could help you out more."

":Ah you know, blood stains, butcher instruments..." Joe replied as he looked around.

"Nah. Only butcher I know is Frank across the street." The guard shrugged.

They walked to the bank's underground basement where the vault is.

"Old vault. Cut right into the foundation of the place." The guard proclaimed.

"Hermetically sealed. Insect proof. Constant humidity.... It's ideal, Joe." Scott said almost as if he were house hunting, not cannibal hunting.

"Yeah well, we've got to get inside. Im calling Max." Joe walked a few feet away and did so. After about thirty minutes, Max was welding his way through the lock.

"YKNOW WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN AN F. B. I. SAFE CRACKER, JOE." Scott yelled over the loud noise.

"YEA, BUT... THIS IS WAY MORE FUN!" Joe laughed back as the door sprung open and the noise stopped.