Technical Sergeant Jones stood at the edge of the platform eyeing the foreign instruments the workers were using.
"Sergeant Jones, right?" A voice asked.
"Technical Sergeant Jones actually. And you are?" She asked in return, brown eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Wendell Bray, ma'am. At your service." The blonde man stuck his gloved hand out to the air force alumni and waited for her to shake it.
"Forgive me, Mr. Bray but you've been touching the bodies of the girls I mentored, I don't really want to touch you right now."
Horror splashed across Wendell's face as Hodgins snorted from his seat in front of many books.
"Ah, you must be Dr. Hodgins." Jones said, her face in a pleasant scowl.
"Oh, has Dr. B been bragging about me?" He asked arrogantly
"No, Seeley has actually told me to stay away from you and your fecal samples." She smirked, "he referenced you as bugboy and I made the connection with the roach carcass you currently have on your desk."
Hodgins appeared confused, "What roach carcass?"
Wendell came up stealthily before bringing his hand down harshly, "got it!"
He lifted his gloved palm to show hodgins the now squashed bug.
"Dude! My book!"
Jones laughed and turned back to the doors as Dr. Saroyan and Booth walked through. "Hey Bird! You ready to fly?"
"Absolutely, what do I gotta do?"
Seeley sighed and glanced to Dr. Saroyan. "You're going vice. We found something. You ain't gonna like it."
Jones sighed and took the bag Dr. Saroyan offered her. Stepping into Angela's office to change.
"Wait, so Booth thinks it's an underground sex ring?" Angela questioned, arms crossed as the girl unbuttoned her shirt in front of her.
"Yes, ma'am."
Jones pulled on the jeans she was given and the heels as well before pulling the crop top over her head.
"If I had known I was going to do this I would've shaved my armpits."
Angela laughed and moved behind her desk, pulling was strips from a drawer. "I never leave home without these. As a fellow hair girl, I feel like I'm waxing at least every-"
"Don't finish that sentence. " Booth said as he walked in, eyes fluttering over Jane's figure. "You should leave the hair, McFly. It'd help keep the guys off you."
Angela made eye contact with the airwoman and scoffed, "Booth, she needs the guys on her to get answers." She spoke calmly as she placed the waxing strip along Jane's underarm. She warmed up the wax with the heat of her palm and pulled it quickly. Hair about an inch in length coated the strip.
"Nevermind, I'll let you finish."
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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."
