The Girls In The Casket □ Wendell Bray

Murder on the Dance Floor

Jane looked around the club she was in. Bodies pressed up against each other slicked with sweat. Some people were downright having sex but nobody seemed to mind. This wasn't the kind of club that Jane would typically go to. She made her way to the bar and raised her hand, the bracelet a fluorescent green because of the blacklights. The bartender came up to her, eyeing her up and down.

"What can I get you?" He shouted over the music.
Jane looked around at what everyone else was having. A few drinks caught her eye but she pretended they didn't. "I don't know. Surprise me?" She smirked, biting her lip and leaning forward, give the guy a view of her chest. He glanced down at her and smirked, his eyes catching around her declatage.

"Of course."

As she waited, Jane turned, her elbows resting on the counter so she could watch the crowd comfortably. Her eyes caught a couple, a girl barely legal and a guy around Jane's age. Jane caught his eye and held his stare as he nibbled on the neck of the girl in front of him. Her drink came back, a fruity cocktail that the bar tender came up with himself. She took it and downed it all before licking her lips and turning back to the man. She walked over to the dance floor and ran her fingers over the man's shoulder. He turned, abandoning the girl he was dancing with and wrapped an arm around Jane's thin waist. She smirked, bringing him closer to her and resting a hand on the back of his neck and another on his chest. His hands slowly migrated down and rested on her bum. He groped her over her clothes and it took all of Jane's training not to shudder. She grabbed his hands and gave herself the space to turn around. She put one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his thigh, she turned her face to meet his and slowly, in time with the music, slid down his body. Just as she reached his waist, she snapped her hips back and placed his hands on her bum once again.

"A little too hardcore there, Bird." She heard Booth mutter into her earpiece. Jane could only smirk and look back at the man she was dancing on. She shook her hips and watched as he slowly but surely, fell under her spell. He stopped her twerking and grabbed her thin wrist, pulling her up to meet his chest.
"Let's get out of here. " He whispered. Jane giggled and followed him out. He turned to make sure she was still following and slipped out the side door. The door slowly shut behind them, blocking out the thumping music and sweaty bodies. The air was cold on Jane's skin but the man seemed to have no affect. He was still tugging Jane by her wrist.

"Where are we going?" Jane asked as she attempted to keep up. The man turned to look at her with a smirk, "Somewhere we can have fun."

He turned back around and Jane rolled her eyes, watching as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. He made it to the curb, still unharmed. This was wrong. Booth was supposed to be here. Jane tugged her hand out of his grip, not having the best feeling in the world. "Why don't we just go back inside? It's cold out here."

"C'mon, Jane. You came to have fun, didn't you?" The way he said it. He knew. She looked up at him under the glow of streetlights and gasped. He laughed as she backed away. "C'mon, Birdy. Don't be a chicken."
Jane scowled and turned to walk away but she ran into a chest. This man was mean looking. He had a scar running over his lip and another just above his eyebrow. He's obviously seen some shit. Jane caught the outlines of tags under his shirt and nearly cried right then. A sex ring run by vets. Of course.  She looked back up into the guys face and sighed.
"Yeah, okay." She thrust a fist out and missed before sweeping her foot under his and tripping him. He grabbed her ankle and threw her down but as she tried to get up her dance partner came up behind her and grabbed her.
"What are you doing, Bird?" He whispered, giving his guy the time to get up. "We're just having fun."
Jane huffed, watching the guy wind up. He drew his hand back for a punch and just barely, barely, did Jane have enough time to duck.
The veteran ended up knocking out her dance partner and Jane took that opportunity to cuff him. She turned to look at the veteran but he had already vanished from sight.
"Seriously?" She scoffed.
She pressed a finger to her ear, "Seal? I got someone. Where are you?"
"On your left."

Jane looked to her left, watching as Booth came out of the shadows. "Where were you?"

Booth looked at her, his eyes never straying from her face, "There's another body."