Bones: Man in the Outhouse
September 15th 2008 04:14
Don’t you hate it when you really have to go, and you stop to use an outhouse and it blows up on you? Well fortunately this poor semi truck driver is able to walk away from the explosion (albeit slightly more well-done), but someone else wasn’t quite so lucky.
Bones introduces Mark, the deep sea welder, to Booth.
Mark: Hey.
Booth: Hey.
Bones: What do you want Booth?
Booth: My partner. I’ve got some pre-breakfast remains for ya. You a little chilly there Mark?
Mark: I think I’ll put some clothes on.
Booth: Excellent choice.
Bones just gives him The Look.
~*~*~
On their drive over to the crime scene, Booth and Bones argue over Mark. She thinks he could call before coming over, he didn’t even know she was dating. Bones explains that what she has with Mark she wouldn’t exactly call dating. They continue to argue, Booth thinks “there has to be more than sex”, Bones is more scientific about it: “Our interests and professions do not intersect.”
While Booth is making fun of Mark, “What is he, a brick layer? A truck driver?” Bones simply tells him, no, he’s a deep sea diver.
“He can hold his breath for three minutes down there.”
Booth gives her a sideways look. “Underwater?”
“Of course!”
Booth just smirks, rewarding him with another not-so-amused look from Bones.
They arrive at the crime scene, where Booth doesn’t get why someone would want to blowup an outhouse. Bones just laughs, “Your aversion to feces is irrational! It’s three-quarters water.” Yeah well, tell that to the poor victim who was in there when it happened!
Bones is confused. If the victim is still alive, what are they doing there? Booth nods to the other body in the not so pleasant looking pool of poop. Oh yay.
~*~*~
Back in the lab, it’s hazmat suits for everyone! Whoohoo! As everyone crowds around the remains on the table, Bones asks where her new assistant is. Cam tells her she’s at security getting her ID and badge.
As Bones everyone continues to work, Sweets can’t get over the awesome suits are.
Sweets: These suits are so cool. *acting it out* Bzzzzt. I am a robot. *snorts, at their looks* Sorry.
Cam decides the victim has been dead for about 72 hours as there is no lividity on the legs. Sweets is shocked, “Wait, poop will do that to you in three days?!”
Actually, Hodgins corrects, it’s the bacteria and maggots.
Sweets: The guy you’re looking for has major issues. He deposits the object of his rage in a literal pit of poop. Excrement being the symbol for that which we reject and hate about ourselves.
Hodgins, Cam, and Bones all just look at him like he’s crazy.
Sweets: Do we need to take lessons on toilet training issues?
Bones continues to examine the skull, finding the front teeth are shattered. Cam moves closer to inspect.
Sweets: Shot in the head, punched in the face, AND dumped in the poop. Whoever did this did not get enough therapy.
Everyone leans in as Bones discovers something lodged in the victim’s throat. She holds open the mouth as Cam digs out…a photograph? He wasn’t punched, Bones determines, the killer shoved the photograph so hard down the victim’s throat that it broke his teeth. Sweets points out that there’s motive in that. They’re definitely going to want to see what’s in that picture. Cam goes off to get Angela.
Suddenly, Sweets sneezes. Bones look up to see him making the “Ewww!” face at the mess now on the inside of his hazmat suit faceplate. He looks up for help.
Hodgins: *without looking up* Bless you.
Sweets: Thank you...
~*~*~
Bones’s peppy new assistant, Daisy Wick, is helping Hodgins go through the “lot of feces!” recovered from the crime scene. Hodgins tells her to stop making that face, “It’s only sewage.” She knows, she just thought maybe a hazmat suit might be a good idea…Hodgins reminds her that they got the all clear. “No danger, no suit.” Does she have a problem with that? No, no, just, um, where’s Dr. Brennan? The new assistant is clearly very excited to meet Bones.
Hodgins tells her that Dr. Brennan is with Booth and that she asked that he tell her all about how his new assistant is doing. At this, the young woman perks up immediately. “Tell her that I liked the smell!”
She turns back to her examination of the evidence, and finds a chunk of the truck driver’s tailbone. Excited, she pulls it out. “My work here is done!” She hands it over to Hodgins, who finds a hair. When she argues that the truck driver was Caucasian and therefore couldn’t have a Mongoloid hair, Hodgins replies, “Hmm, not bad. But he could if he used this keratin glue to stick a wig on his little bald head.”
Oh. Right. He tells her to start looking through the sewage to isolate the strands of hair. The poor girl turns to look at the barrels behind her. She was the one who wanted this job!
~*~*~
As Angela starts to tell Cam what she found when she scanned the skull, factoring in age and build, Daisy suddenly blurts out, “I found the toupee!”
Hodgins: We know Miss Wick.
Right, she just wasn’t sure if he mentioned it…Cam tells her that she did everything she could to tell them short of hiring a sky writer.
They arrive in Angela’s office, where she tells them that she’s, “How can I say this? “De-poopifying” the fragments right now to piece together some kind of image.” She brings up the skull on the computer, digitizes some skin on it, and both she and Hodgins realize he looks familiar.
Hodgins: Put on his toupee.
Daisy: Which I found!
Hodgins has already about had enough of her enthusiasm, but keeps quiet. Angela puts on the virtual toupee and they both realize *that’s* why he looks so familiar. Cam still doesn’t get it.
Angela pulls up the internet to a website that shows the victim, Bill O’Roarke, is the host of a reality show where cheating spouses are “Busted by Bill”.
They watch a short clip of Bill and his camera team busting a guy who, when his wife and a camera crew show up, insists that he thought the other woman was a masseuse…Right. The wife starts hitting him with a pillow and Bill signs off to for TV audience.
~*~*~
Driving again, Booth and Bones argue about what Bill did as a living, which of course leads to the subject of monogamy. Booth’s argument? “Being faithful is what separates us, you know, from the chimps!”
Bones: Actually, it’s a gene called HAR1F.
Booth: We’re talking about the 10 Commandments here Bones! “Thou shalt not commit adultery.” One down from your personal favorite, “Thou shalt not kill”.
Bones: Oh, so you also believe that Moses wondered the desert for 40 days, climbed Mt. Sinai, at which point a supernatural force carved a convenient list of behavior guidelines on two pieces of rock?
Booth: Yeah. That’s why it’s on The Supreme Court.
Bones: Fascinating.
Booth just grins. He’s got her on that one.
~*~*~
In Booth’s office, Mrs. O’Roarke tells them that she told Bill not to do the show. He was a serious journalist before he met Arthur, the producer. Did Bill have any enemies? She asks them, “Have you seen that show? There wasn’t a man he caught that wouldn’t want him dead.”
Well, that’s quite a list of suspects there!
~*~*~
Booth and Bones visit the TV studio, where Bill’s boss tells them that Bill’s wife may not have liked the show, but that didn’t stop her from spending the money he made on it. He leads them into the offices where they meet Veronica, another producer, and Pete the camera guy.
Pete asks if it’s true where they say they found Bill, and when Bones replies, “Upright and inverted in the refuse-filled pit of an outhouse? Yes.” Booth quickly apologizes to Bill’s co-workers, “I’m sorry, but it’s, uh, very difficult to paint a pleasant picture—” He shoots Bones a warning look. “—of his demise right now.”
Who was the last person to see Mr. O’Roarke alive? That would be his boss, Arthur, who admits to having a disagreement with Bill, but it was a personal one, not a big deal. Actually, Veronica and Pete correct, the fight was kind of a loud one. “Mr. O’Rourke threatened to quit.”
Okay, okay, Arthur shrugs it off. Bill was just blowing off steam. When he didn’t show up for work, Arthur assumed he’d just gone off with the wife and kids.
So this is a pretty popular show, right? Right. Booth points out that they probably insure their star, so if he died…well, that’s a pretty big chunk of cash. If Bill quit, Arthur would lose everything. But if he quit, as Booth puts it, “That’s a pretty big payoff.”
Arthur asks Pet e to get Booth whatever he needs, as he’s going to need the time to find his attorney.
Back in Booth’s office, he tells her Sweets is on his way with the show tapes to profile for a revenge killer. Okay then, Bones is off to a movie then.
Whoa, wait. What? Bones is going to a movie?
Booth quickly trails after her, trying to talk her into staying. This will be a lot more fun than great stories from a deep sea welder! Actually, she’s going to the film with a botanist.
“ Ah,” Booth lets out a knowing laugh. “I get it. You dumped Mark. That’s too bad, I kinda liked the guy.”
“No I didn’t dump Mark,” Bones answers. “I’m seeing both of them.”
This shocks Booth even more than the fact that his partner was going to a movie. “At the same time?”
Bones explains that she and Mark have a physical connection, whereas the botanist is the intellectual one.
“Ah so all that stuff you said about monogamy being unnatural, you’re just making excuses.”
“I do not make excuses,” Bones argues. “Only people who are ashamed make excuses!”
“Bones, two guys at the same time?” Booth shoots back. “It’s not right. I mean, that’s why they invented dueling!”
By now they’ve made it to the elevator and Sweets steps out. Are they ready? Uh, not quite. He watches, confused, as Bones tries to get away, stabbing the elevator button furiously.
Bones: I know what I’m doing, Booth.
Booth: *catching the door and holding it open, preventing her escape.* My gut says you’re going with your gun on this one, and we all know how that ends up. It’s not good.
Sweets: Uh, is there something we need to discuss before getting to work?
Bones: No! Uh, no, just call me when you find something of value.
She stabs the elevator button again and pushes Booth’s hand off the door. As the elevator closes, Booth turns around and tells Sweets, “No, it’s nothing, it’s just--she’s got a date.”
Booth steers Sweets away from the elevator.
Sweets: Oh, and how do you feel about that?
Booth: It’s not about me okay, let’s go look at those videos.
~*~*~
Daisy is looking at the skull again, commenting on how good Cam’s office smells (Formaldehyde, glad you like it!), and how her boyfriend thinks it’s weird that she likes doing this job. She, on the other hand, thinks it’s weird that he loves the accordion. Cam’s with her on that one!
As they continue to look at the remains, Daisy keeps talking. “Dr. Brennan is my hero, always has been. I just hope she loves m—likes me.”
Re: Cam’s look—Okay then…
Daisy finds fractures to the lumbar vertebrae, maybe two weeks old.
Cam: Try to find what caused it.
Daisy: On it! It’s just, Dr. Brennan and I are, like, the same, you know? We both understand that the dead don’t talk back, or want the window open when it’s freezing out, or pick at your plate, or pee on the toilet seat or—
Cam: You might want to keep a little mystery about yourself.
Daisy: Sure! But you’re gonna put in a good word for me, right? I mean, wouldn’t be if I were here forever?
Cam just looks at her with that ‘are you for real?’ smile and nods her head. “Yeah.” She goes back to the body.
Angela comes in with some useable pieces of that photo by using an infrared camera. She brings it up on the computer and says, “If I had to take a guess, I’d say the mystery couple were knockin’ boots.”
Daisy frowns at the screen as Cam grins. “I always love your clinical assessments. “
~*~*~
Booth walks into his office, where Sweets is still trying to watch all the videos from Bill O’Rourke’s show.
Booth: *eating from a bowl* What’d I miss?
Sweets: Uh, six men crying, two insisting they’d gotten lost, and four saying they were trying to show the poor young woman how dangerous the internet can be.
Booth: Wow, a parade of saints, huh?
Sweets goes on to explain that the murder was premeditated, and filled with rage, not the act of someone apologetic or ashamed. So did he find any rage? Sweets clicks on a tape of one, Jim Dodge, who punches Bill in the face when he enters the hotel room with his mic and camera crew. Yeah, I’d say that’s rage alright. He’s marked a few other possible suspects, but Dodge looks like a good place to start.
“Great!” Booth grabs the paper and gets up. “Let’s go tell Bones.”
Sweets is confused. “Uh…couldn’t we just call?”
Booth is already out the door.
~*~*~
At the diner, Bones and Jason (the botanist) are discussing their favorite films, when suddenly a familiar voice chips in, “Hey Bones!”
She looks up, shocked to find Booth and Sweets interrupting her date.
“Hi.” Booth grins at Jason. “Special Agent Booth, her partner.”
Still a little side-swiped, Jason nods. “Hi.” He looks from Booth to Sweets.
“I’m Dr. Lance Sweets, their therapist.”
“Jason Defry.” Booth huffs at Defry’s name, as the poor guy asks, “Do you follow them around all the time?”
“No, no, no, I’m also a profiler,” Sweets explains. “I help with the cases.”
Okay then…Jason just looks at Bones, who doesn’t really know what to say. Sweets leans over to Booth. “Did you know she was on a date?”
“It slipped my mind!” Booth whispers out of the side of his mouth. The amusement in his eyes says otherwise. To Jason, he says, “Spiffy suit, man!”
Jason perks up. “Thanks! Picked it up in Italy.”
“Little tight, huh?”
Bones can’t believe this is happening.
Jason merely answers, “It’s the style.”
Suddenly booth asks, “Ever been married?”
“No.”
“Have a kid?”
“Never been married remember?” Jason laughs nervously.
“I have a kid,” Booth says, to which Sweets adds, “He’s never been married.”
Jason doesn’t know what to say. He looks to Bones for help, and finally she says, “I should get to work, Jason. We’ve got a murderer to catch, you understand?”
Of course! He gets up and, oh yeah, he has two tickets to Coldplay tomorrow night, does she want to go? Sure! Good, he’ll pick her up at six. She kisses him on both cheeks and Jason leaves. Booth and Sweets are clearly picking up on something here.
After Jason leaves, Booth whispers, “No wonder you two are platonic.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Bones really, I have zero problems with it.” Booth slides into the seat Jason was in, looks around, then explains, “That guy is gay.”
Bones: He is not gay.
Booth: Please, double-cheek kiss, tight Italian suit—
Sweets: Coldplay.
Booth: Never married—
Sweets: Coldplay.
Bones can’t believe them! They have an intellectual bond, that’s it, and Jason is okay with that.
Booth won’t give it up and argues, “Not if he’s straight.” He looks to Sweets for help. “Right? Am I right?”
“You are hot.”
As Sweets frowns at the words that just came out of his mouth and Booth gives his partner a satisfied look, Bones begrudgingly asks, “Are you here for a reason?”
Sweets: Uh…we got something off the DVDs.
Booth looks up from Jason’s cup. “Mint tea. A fruit tart?”
“Okay!” Bones interrupts. “Speak Sweets please!”
He starts to tell her his psychological profile on the men found on the tapes, how they’re seeking alternate routes because they’re too afraid to confront the problems in their own lives. Bones argues that “just because someone seeks an alternative sexual outlet doesn’t mean that their cowards.”
“She has issues,” Booth quickly interjects.
“I do not have issues!”
Sweets sits back to listen to Booth and Bones argue yet again.
“Case in point,” Booth begins, “Deep sea welder and a botanist.”
Sweets waits, then asks, “What, did they go into a bar?”
“What? No, Brennan’s two boyfriends.”
“Oooooh!” He gets it now. “Let me guess. That one’s the botanist?”
Bones glares at them when Booth laughs a “yeah” and Sweets joins in his amusement.
So do they really have something or not? They do. Booth and Sweets hand over the video evidence of Jim Dodd, telling her how his marriage ended because of Bill. Not only that, but Mr. Dodd’s a photographer too. Maybe he took the picture found in the victim’s throat. They’d ask him, but yeah, no one’s seen him for five days.
Bones glances between Sweets and Booth. “And this couldn’t have waited until after I said goodnight to Jason?”
“I’m just lookin’ out for you alright?” Booth answers, adding, “You don’t have the, uh, best tastes in men.”
Ouch. Bones sits up straighter, obviously not amused, and Sweets glances from her to Booth. Yep, definitely more there…
~*~*~
The next day, Booth decides to hire a stalker named Noel Liftin to find Jim. As they both cram through the front door of the diner at the same time, Bones asks, “You think this is a good idea?”
“Of course I do,” Booth answers, “It’s mine.”
They head over to the counter, where Noel is studying the menu, looking for mung beans. He starts the enemas on Monday. Booth explains that he’s not there to talk about mung beans; he wants to hire Noel for his natural abilities.
Noel looks at him. “You want your charts done.”
No no, they want to hire him as a stalker. Joel turns to Bones, seeing her for the first time as he explains, “Observe them…”
“Noel!” Booth interrupts. “Eyes, over here.” He points to the picture. “Eyes on him, not her, him.”
Noel glances briefly at the picture but his gaze slides back over to Bones. Booth quickly pushes the picture of Chris Gutman in front of Bones, cutting off the stalker’s view of his partner. He explains that Gutman is Jim’s drinking buddy. He needs to know if they meet up. Booth will give him $50 to do the job.
$50? Sure, he’ll do it. But he has to be done by Sunday because he’s got this—Right, the enemas. Booth will make sure he’s done by then.
~*~*~
Back at the lab, Hodgins shows Cam “everything you never wanted to drain from outhouse sludge.” And by that, he means, two toy cars, three cell phones, a doorknob, rubber casing, a plastic Easter Bunny head, and…”Drum roll—” Cam just looks at him. “—Optional.” He picks up the last piece of evidence recovered from the sewage. “One slightly used 40 caliber bullet.”
Excellent! If Booth can find the murder weapon, they can match it. Daisy comes in, telling them they may not have to wait that long. She took some initiative and found out that the lumbar fractures on the body were caused by a Francis Diamond, a woman who purposely ran her shopping cart into Bill after he exposed her husband for cheating.
Cam just looks at her. “You did this without my approval?”
Daisy nods, grinning.
“And why shouldn’t I toss you out of here right now?”
Daisy looks at her, shocked. “Dr. Brennan always says that in an intellectual pursuit there are no limits.”
“Well in fact,” Cam tells her. “There are.”
Hodgins joins in. “Produce section road rage is a long way away from shooting a man dead.”
“Not if you’re a police officer who carries a gun the same caliber as the bullet you found in the poop pit,” Daisy says, handing the file in her hand over to Cam.
Cam and Hodgins exchange a look, and open the file on Capitol Police Sergeant Francis Diamond. Daisy just grins. “Doesn’t it feel as if I’ve always been here?”
Hodgins and Cam both look up. They don’t share in Daisy’s peppy happiness.
~*~*~
Francis Diamond admits to Booth and Bones that she hated Bill O’Roarke because he tried to ruin her marriage, but she didn’t kill him.
Bones: You don’t think your husband cheating might have weakened your relationship?
No, Francis insists, what her husband did was not cheating. Bones points out that here is a woman enlightened enough not to expect a monogamous relationship. Francis cuts back, “He’d never cheat on me.” Well, there goes Bones’s argument.
Booth asks Francis why she turned her husband into the Busted by Bill show then, and she says that she didn’t, it was her sister. “She called up their tip line, kept insisting that he was messing around, but it wasn’t true,” she adds with smug determination.
“Sergeant Diamond,” Booth tries, “we saw the video. Your husband me the young woman at the hotel with flowers…”
“And then took off his pants,” Bones adds easily.
Francis insists that her husband went there to warn her that it could be dangerous meeting someone online. Bones turns to Booth. “Perhaps she’s not so enlightened.”
Okay, in any case, Booth is going to need to see her gun. She stares stonily at him, but finally hands it over after he asks, “Please?” Clearly she’s still in denial.
~*~*~
Back at the lab, Cam wants to show Bones what she found lodged in the victim’s lower intestine. She leads Bones and Angela towards her office as Bones comments, “I can’t understand why Booth has an issue with me seeing two men.” Angela and Cam explain that men like to think that they’re the ones in control.
Angela: It doesn’t take a lot to throw the little darlings off their game.
Cam: And then you end up lying in bed holding them while they say ‘I don’t know what’s wrong, this has never happened to me before!’.
Angela laughs, but Bones is still on the fact that Booth should just be happy that she’s “found a way to satisfy myself. It just happens to require two men.”
“I’ve done that,” Angela offers, a wistful look on her face. “I miss college.”
Cam asks about the botanist, and Bones admits that, “He’s flirted with the intent to become intimate, but Mark keeps me quite sated sexually.”
Angela: You’ve really gotta learn some girl talk, sweetie.
They go back to the intestines, wondering how a wire would get lodged in someone’s intestine. Also, according to the tox screen, there were eye drops and Viagra in Bill’s system when he died.
Suddenly Daisy rushes in to introducer herself. “Dr. Brennan! I’m Daisy Wick your new grad assistant.”
Bones: I’d rather not learn your name until I’ve assessed you work.
She goes back to her own work, and Daisy is quick to tell her that she understands. “Oh of course! I’m the same way; we’re two of a kind.” Angela is trying not to laugh in the background as Daisy adds, “You’re like a hero to me!”
Pulling off her gloves, Bones merely response, “Hero worship exposes a lack of independent intellectual examination.” She heads for the door, telling Cam and Angela, “I’ll tell Booth what I found.”
Daisy hesitates for a second, then is back to her happy self as she whispers, “She’s so smart!”
Angela feels sorry for the poor girl as she gently answers, “Yeah.” Both she and Cam try not to laugh.
~*~*~
Booth and Bones head down the street. He tells her that the fatal bullet didn’t come from Francis’s gun. Not to mention that she wasn’t even in town when Bill was shot.
Booth: She was with her husband fixing her marriage at *whispers* some tantric sex workshop!
Bones leans in closer as they continue to whisper and walk, telling him about what she’s heard about correctly practiced tantric sex, and Booth is shocked, “Whoa, they actually teach that?!”
“Teach what?” Noel, the stalker asks, overhearing their conversation.
Booth and Bones stop in front of the stairs Noel is sitting on, and Booth quickly cuts her off. She doesn’t want to encourage another stalker, does she?
Noel begins to tell them about following Gutman—“Dude actually ate a hotdog! Do you have any idea how many toxins are in your average hotdog?”
Bones: Yes, I do.
Booth: Jim Dodd, Noel.
Booth gets him back on track, and Noel tells him that Jim Dodd got on a bus, sat by a girl with a fake Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and went to a church that has a basement where they store all these awesome Christmas decorations—especially the awesome Jesus.
Booth: I really hope this has something to do with Jim Dodd…
Noel: Not only did he meet up with Dodd, but he sat next to him for two hours.
Bones: What, with the life-sized Jesus?
Noel: Naw, man, they were in divorce support group! They’re break-up buddies.
Finally, we’re getting somewhere. Noel tells them that Jim didn’t seem angry, none of the guys did. More weepy and emotional, which the women in the group ate up. According to Noel, Jim’s dating at least two of them.
Quite pleased with himself, Noel hands over a photocopied sign-in sheet from the divorce group and rubs his thumb and finger together in the universal ‘pay up’ signal.
Noel: So how’d I do?
Booth: Oh right. Here ya go pal, get all the mung beans and enemas you want.
He hands over the money. Noel is happy.
~*~*~
In the interrogation room, Booth talks to Jim Dodd. Dodd claims he’s been in hiding because the loan sharks are looking for him. Plus he’s got the child support, alimony, and back rent to worry about, so he thought he’d just try and disappear. All this bad luck has nothing to do with O’Roarke.
When Booth asks him where he was when Bill was killed, Dodd regretfully admits that he was visiting his mother in hopes that he could borrow some money...Pathetic, he knows. He
hands over his mother’s contact information.
~*~*~
Angela’s staring at her computer. It takes two hours for it to render each new image, but she thinks she might have something. Cam, Hodgins, and Sweets sit down to have a look.
Angela zooms in on the picture.
Hodgins: What is that on her back?
Cam: Is that a tattoo?
Angela: It’s a tramp stamp of some kind.
Sweets: Cool. *at Angela’s surprised, amused look* Useful, I hope.
Angela pulls up some more footage of the tapes Sweets brought in and says she was able to isolate and clean up some of the dialogue. The show may have cut but the cameras were still rolling when Veronica gets up to tale-slate and he calls, “Arthur, a moment? Now?”
In the cleaned up audio, Bill is overheard saying, “It’s over. I can’t work with her anymore. “
Arthur: Ahh, just kiss and make up.
Bill: No. I want her gone. I’m serious.
He slides his chair back behind the desk on screen as a not so happy-looking Veronica steps in front of the camera to tale-slate.
Cam: So that could be Veronica in the picture.
Veronica: That’s a wrap.
~*~*~
Down at the studio, Booth and Bones find Veronica helping Bill’s wife pack up some of his things. Mrs. O’Roarke leaves and Bones and Booth confront her about Bill wanting her off the show. At first she tries to blow it off with, “I’m still working here aren’t I?”
When it’s clear they’re not going to leave it at that, Veronica sighs and admits that she sold a show on her own. Bill didn’t like it, so he accused her of stealing the idea from her own. Did she? No, the idea was hers.
So they had a fight? Yes, but they’d worked together for two years, they were close, they would have made up. How close? She wasn’t sleeping with him if that’s what they mean. And no, she doesn’t have a tattoo on the small of her back either.
~*~*~
Hodgins joins Cam, who’s hovering over the body still. He tells her he found traces of enameled iron, a fleck of sliver plating. From a knife? Cam doesn’t think so since she found saliva on the same thigh wound.
Hodgins swipes his card and joins her on the platform. “Okay, somebody with a thresh infection scratched him with something metal, and then licked him?”
Not quite. She shows him a picture of the jagged scar. Try a scratch from an infected tongue piercing instead.
Cam brings up a video and pauses it. Holly, a PA on Bill’s show is opening her mouth to show off her tongue ring.
~*~*~
Holly’s brought in, where Booth interrogates, and Bones sits by putting on rubber gloves. Booth asks her if Bill ever took advantage of her maybe? No, Bill was a good man according to her. Booth continues to ask her questions, but she insists she knows her rights and doesn’t have to answer them.
Bones asks for the stud in her tongue, and when Holly won’t hand it over, Booth points out that they got a court order. “We know our rights too, so, stud please.”
She takes it out and hands it over.
Booth sits down. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk to us?”
Holly sighs and tells him that it’s not what he thinks. She and Bill loved each other. When Bones asks if that’s how she got the job, sleeping with O’Roarke, Holly is quick to deny it…but…it was Pete, the camera guy. She still owns a place with him. He knew she wanted to get into TV, so he got her a job as a PA, and Bill just kind of took her under his wing.
When Booth asks Holly, “It didn’t bother you that he was married?”, Bones suddenly answers, “Perhaps he wasn’t fully satisfied in long term relationships.”
Booth: Bones…
Bones: What? It’s understandable! Needs change.
Booth gives her a look, and they get back on track. Holly never cared about the money, but Bill wasn’t going to leave his family. Booth talks through the scenario: Bill says he’s got a wife, a daughter…so she snaps, realizing she’s been used. So she shows him a picture of the two of them…crams it down his throat and shoot him.
Holly is shocked when he shows her the picture.
Bones: Do you have any body modifications other than the piercing?
Holly: What, like fake boobs?
Bones: No, like tattoos.
Realizing she’s come to the end, Holly stares at the picture than asks, “Have to right?”
“’fraid so,” Booth answers.
Holly stands up and shows them her tattoo. It matches the one in the picture. “You know I loved Bill,” she says tearfully. “I didn’t kill him.”
~*~*~
Angela brings up a better version of the picture, and Bones says that Holly admits that it’s her in the picture, but she still insists that she didn’t kill Bill. Sweets points out that if the denial is severe enough she might actually believe that.
Hodgins comes in, followed by Daisy.
Hodgins: I know what was used to cram the picture down his throat.
Daisy: Because of what I found hi Dr. Brennan!
Bones: I don’t fraternize at work.
Daisy’s smile disappears. Hodgins goes on to tell them that a microphone was their murder weapon. That’s where the copper wire came from. Holly had access to the microphone.
But she’s small; could she have picked up Bill and thrown him in an outhouse?
Bones gestures to Daisy. “You’re her size, pick up Dr. Sweets and turn him upside down.”
Sweets and Daisy are both shocked.
Daisy: What?
Sweets: That’s not gonna happen.
Determined not to let her hero down, Daisy steps toward him. “I have to.”
“No, no!” Sweets catches hold of her forehead, holding her at bay. “You don’t, that’s fine.”
She backs away, still looking determined.
Hodgins: Nice.
So, anyone else have access to that image? Angela points out that the print was e-mailed so somebody.
Suddenly, Daisy says, “The murderer was surprised and enraged by that image.” They all look at her, and she smiles. “I minored in psychology.”
“Really?” Sweets is suddenly looking at Daisy in a whole new light.
Bones: Well, Holly wouldn’t be surprised, she knew she slept with Bill.
Sweets: Right, but someone who was sleeping with either O’Roarke or Holly might have seen this. The image triggered the killer’s rage. There’s only one way to avenge that violation. The killer had to make sure that this image died with O’Roarke.
Daisy stares at him. “That’s brilliant!”
Sweets is taken off guard. Seriously? He grins.
Bones suddenly announces, “I know who did it.”
~*~*~
“So you’re sure?” Booth asks as he and Bones once again try to cram through the same doorway at the same time.
“It’s the only the person who makes sense—” Bones stops in surprise. “Mark what are you doing here?”
The deep sea welder has brought dinner. She told him to pick her up here, remember? Oh…Bones apologizes, she totally forgot with the emergency of catching a killer and all.
Mark: Okay, you want me to reschedule, or…?
Jason suddenly appears. “Temperance.”
“Jason!” She turns around. “What are you doing there?”
Jason: We’re going to Coldplay, remember?
Booth is enjoying this far too much. “You remember Coldplay.”
Mark: Coldplay?
Bones: Sorry, I’ve…been distracted by the case.
Jason nods and just as he’s about to open his mouth, Mark suddenly asks, “Why don’t we ever go to a concert?” Booth looks at Bones, watching the verbal ping-pong match unfold as Mark continues, “As a matter of fact, why don’t we ever leave your bedroom?”
This catches Jason’s attention, and Bones struggles to get out of this one. “Um…can we talk about this later, we’re about to arrest—”
Jason: You’re, dating this guy?
Bones: No, I-I don’t like that term! It has an antiquated and moral and needlessly restrictive connotation.
Booth can only stand there and watch the train wreck happen as Mark turns to Jason.
Mark: And who are you?
Jason: Obviously a guy who’s not doing as well as you.
Ouch. Booth watches in amusement as Bones tries to explain (in only the way Bones can) to each man what she does and doesn’t like about each of them and how she needs them both. In the middle of her highly scientific explanation, Mark turns to Jason. “So you get to go out?”
Bones explains to Mark that Jason’s more intellectually stimulating, to which he replies “That’s not the only way I can be stimulating.”
“Um,” Booth finally cuts in. “Murderer?”
Both guys notice Booth finally, and Mark asks, “What do you do with this one Temperance?”
“Oh-uh,” Bones stutters and Booth just gives her an ‘I told you so’ smile. “ This, uh, Booth is my partner, that’s all.”
Mark and Jason look at each other as Booth mutters, “Maybe we should go…”
Right! Good idea. Bones quickly pushes between Mark and Jason, telling Jason they’ll discuss it later at the concert, and Mark later at her apartment. She nods to Booth.
“Oh, yeah. See ya boys!” Booth quickly heads after her. “I’m just gonna—” He grabs one of the drinks out of Mark’s takeout tray on his way by.
Booth and Bones head out as Mark and Jason just turn to stare at each other.
~*~*~
In the interrogation room, Pete wonders why would he kill Bill? He was like his best friend. Oh, maybe because he and Holly used to be a couple? So what’d he do, bring him his usual cup of coffee with something a little special? They bring up the eye drops—an old bartender’s trick, Booth explains, “Guaranteed to give Bill the runs.”
Pete tells them they don’t know what they’re talking about, and Booth brings out the picture. Finally Pete admits, “I just lost it. Look,” he tries to defend, “I’m a nice guy, you can ask anybody, I just…”
Sorry Pete, games up. Even nice guys can be driven into jealous fits of rage.
~*~*~
Bones and Booth enter Sweets’s office and sit down. Neither of them look too happy. Bones is dressed up.
Sweets: You look nice.
Bones: Oh thank you, I was supposed to go to a gallery opening tonight
Sweets sits down.
Booth: Oh did Jason get a new tight suit?
Bones: With Mark.
Sweets: Yeah the Two Amigos.
Booth: I thought he was more of your “stay at home” kind of a guy.
Bones: I was visiting the possibility that I might enjoy him in a strictly conversational setting.
Booth: And…?
Bones: Since the murder, I’m considering the argument for monogamy.
Booth: *grins* Write that one down Sweets! I have a positive influence on her.
Bones: No you don’t—
Booth: Yes I do—
Bones: Mark broke up with me.
Booth: Oh…sorry. What about Gay Jason?
Bones: Him too. I guess they weren’t as accepting of each other as I thought, so…
There’s a lull in the conversation and Sweets finally cuts in.
Sweets: Is it typical for you two to discuss your love lives?
Booth: Well—only when she has naked men in her apartment.
Bones: No that’s not true, I’m very open about my relationships, as opposed to you.
Sweets leans forward.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Booth asks.
“You’re very secretive, as if discussing your sex life would somehow be offensive to me,”
she answers, adding, “I assume you’re sexually active.”
“I do fine,” he answers.
Sweets asks, “Does it seem that your partnership provides a surrogate relationship, making it more difficult to form other bonds?”
“A surrogate relationship,” Bones answers, “wouldn’t necessarily be such a bad thing, because then I could avoid the sting of rejection, which however fleeting, is still uncomfortable.”
Booth stares at her, his teasing look gone. “Right,” he says softly, then adds, “Okay look, I’m sorry. If Mark and Jason don’t know how lucky they are? They don’t deserve you in the first place.”
Bones shrugs it off. “My relationships are temporary.”
“No, that’s not true Bones,” Booth answers, still staring at her. “You’re wrong, okay? There is someone for everyone. Someone…you’re meant to send the rest of your life with.” They stare at each other a second and he adds gently, “Alight? You just have to be open to see it…That’s all.”
Sweets starts to grin as he keeps looking back and forth between Booth and Bones as they continue to stare at each other.
“Come on,” Booth finally says, breaking the moment. “I’ll buy you dinner.” When she starts to protest, he teases, “Hey, I can be fun in a strictly conversational setting.”
“See,” Sweets says as both Booth and Bones jump up. “Surrogate relationship!”
“Surrogate nothing, okay?” Booth answers as Bones grabs her coat. “It’s a meal, with drinks, strictly conversational.”
Sweets jumps up. “I can come too.”
Booth helps Bones on with her coat as she says, “Actually, our partnership does make it difficult to form other bonds, no offense.”
“Our session isn’t over yet—”
“How about Chinese?” Booth interrupts Sweets, opening the door.
“I love Chinese,” Sweets answers. “I love it…”
Neither Booth nor Bones is paying attention to him.
Bones: I feel like more like Tai.
Booth: Tai?! But I have coupons…
They continue to argue, as Booth shuts the door on poor Sweets.
Sad, Sweets slumps to the sofa and pulls out his phone. He looks at it a second, then holds it up to his ear.
“Hi, is this Daisy Wick?...Hey, this is Lance…uh, the shrink? Yeah.” He waits a second, then says, “Listen, sorry you got fired…Nothing, what are you doing?...The accordion? No, no, I play a little base…”
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Awww, I love Sweets! LoL I think it was a great idea to bring him in as a series regular. This last therapy session with Booth and Bones was my favorite part of the whole episode!
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