I had to leave because they were going to invesigate her in a seperate room. They led her in to a room with a small metal door with one small window. They closed the door and I left.
it was a small room with a table and a chair in the middle. I sat down in the chair. three surcurity people in the room. One of the cops sat on the table and asked me questions. "so, we caught you with human remains illigally." "yes, i'm a-" "shut up." said the man. "You have nothing that says you can do that." "Listen, I am an antherpologist." I said. "It dosen't matter, you have nothing to prove it, all you have is a card for free lunch in the caferteria." "That does not help us." he said. " and look- she isnt even sweating" Another man said. "that means that she is probaly a-" aother woman finished his sentence, "sociopath." "listen people, i'm an antherpologist!" I said.
"yes, she is." some one said as they opened the door. It was Booth. My FBI agent partner. He showed his badge to the security man. "she is also an author." He slid my book across the table to the man. He picked up the book. "Ha, this is my favorite book." the man said."Shes all yours." He said. "Thanks" Booth said. "grab your treasure, Bones" he said. "Dont call me Bones." "call me Temprence please." "Okay, Temprence, lets just go. We have another case." I gave the man a glare then walked out with Booth.
