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Chapter 4: The Geek in the Guck part 1

"The victim has a narrow sciatic notch and partially defined lower extremities on the pubic face." Anne stated, peeling back skin to look at the victim's insides. She crinkled her nose at the scent and tried to breath through her mouth without tasting death on the air. This one was definitely a stinker.

"A white male in his 30s." Brennan confirmed. Anne looked up from her work to raise an eyebrow at Dr. Brennan.

"Yeah..." She nodded, trying- and failing-not to sound sarcastic. "That's what I just said." Dr. Brennan straighten up.

"I know that Dr. Watson, but not everyone here is as informed on human anatomy as us." They both glanced at Angela and Hodgins, but neither noticed. Instead, Hodgins took the the time to inform them on blowflies.

"Based on Blowfly larvae, the body was on the river bank for two and a half days." Anne's lips curled up in disgust. She leaned away from Hodgins.

"Gross." She shuddered, goosebumps traveling up her arms as she watched the larvae squirm. She returned her attention to the dead body. Cam (Dr. Saroyan? Camille?) spoke up from where she stood in front of the computer.

Well, comparing these remains to this satellite image that was taken two days ago, the degree of marbling in the abdomen puts time of death about six days ago." Anne continued to work as she spoke.

" So the poor guy was in the river for three and a half days. That sucks." Hodgins stopped working to give her a 'really?' look.

"Poor guy?" He questioned. She shrugged.

"Spending time in the water isn't fun, dead or alive." Cam ignored them and focused on the dead man's face.

"Who would cut out someone's eyes, ears, lips, and ears?" Hodgins was the first to answer.

"A Chelydra Serpentina. It's no psycho killer. It's just an Eastern Snapping Turtle having a bit of a snack." Anne grinned.

"Hey, I had one of those when I was six, but it tried to eat my brother's hand so we set it free." Cam and Brennan shared a skeptical look. Hodgins leaned down on his table to look up at Anne as he asked,

"And which brother would this be?"

"Hm?"

"Didn't you say the other day that you have like three brothers?"

"Six actually, and one sister. I'm the middle child." Anne corrected him, not taking her eyes off the corpse.

"That just gives me more questions than answers." Hodgins shook his head.

"Can we please get back to the remains?" Brennan said, sounding agitated. Weither it was at Hodgins for distracting her intern, or Anne for not focusing, Anne didn't know. (And it's not like it made a difference.)

"Of course ma'am." She pointed down at the body. "The ligaments have irregular , frayed ends consistent with tearing." Cam came over to inspect.

"She's right, the arms were torn off."

"Well don't blame the turtle for that." Hodgins defended. Brennan stepped over to the computer and typed something into the keyboard.

"Booth should know about this." Hodgins grabbed Anne's attention.

"How big is your family?" He asked. She shrugged casually.

"It was just the ten of us. Me, Patrick, Brady, Ethan, Katrina, Spencer, Jared, Luke, Mom, and Joseph."

"Joseph?"

"Yeah, he didn't like us calling him Dad." Hodgins nodded and when Anne looked away he mouthed 'wow' to himself.

"Hey Bones." Agent Booth appeared on the screen. Dr. Brennan tried to steer their conversation back to the case.

"This is not an accident victim. The irregular frayed ligaments in both shoulder joints indicate the arms were torn off."

"You know it's probably gang related."The agent mused. "Gangs think it's smart to weigh down the bodies by their arms or legs before dumping them in the body." Anne looked up from the body to inform them on what she found.

"If these perimortem fracturing are anything to go by, I'd say the victim was beaten." She frowned. What did this guy do to deserve a beating and then being thrown in a river?

"Wait a second, a beating before dumping? You know what, there's a good chance this was payback." Anne nodded, confused on how he got to that verdict but agreeing no less. "I'll see you later Bones." Booth signed off. They all got back to work on the dead body and Anne started to measure the exit wound.

"The exit wound on the squamous region of the right temporal bone measures 8.5 centimeters." She announced. Brennan picked up where she left off.

"The victim also suffered fractures to the L-3 and L-4." Angela snapped a photo and pulled back from the dead body with a repulsed face. Some people never get used to it.

"Okay, it's going to be tough to ID without eyes, ears, lips, or a nose. But I'll give it a shot." She strutted away in her pencil skirt, Hodgins' eyes following her. Anne snickers when his eyes slid down and stayed there until his wife disappeared from sight. He was basically drooling. She snapped her fingers in his face, whistling a bit.

"Earth to Hodgins." His eyes snapped up, neck and ears flushed red. She chuckled.

"Okay, I have a question." Hodgins says. "Who's Katrina? I thought you only had brothers-"

"And one sister."

"Why do you have such a huge family?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow. She scoffed.

"My parents never used birth-control. But hey, at least no one takes your lunch money when you have two brothers who play football, one who won the wrestling state championship, and one who knows more than a hundred different ways to kill someone." Anne chuckled again and Hodgins whistled. Dr. Brennan cleared her throat, a deep frown on her face. The two stopped talking and continued working. Brennan noticed something.

"There's blue discoloration on the victim's central incisors. That could indicate either mercury or lead." She said. Cam came over to inspect the teeth.

"Well depending on the amount of toxins, the victim could have been poisoned."

"Alright," Hodgins spoke up. "Well, I'll take a sample for the mass spec." He grabbed a sample and made his way over to the mass spectrometer. Cam started digging through the victim's stomach which created a gross, slurping sound that had everyone gagging. It didn't take too long to find what she was looking for, thankfully because Anne didn't know how much of that sound she could take.

"I think I know what the victim's last meal was." Anne felt bile rise in her throat as Cam pulled out a Low-main noodle from the stomach contents. Cam glanced up at her. "You feeling alright Dr. Watson? Looking a little green at the gills." Anne nodded, swallowing hard.

"I'm still getting used to the whole, dead body thing. That's really gross." She shuddered. Cam raised an eyebrow.

"Dr. Watson have you had an anthropology related job before this internship?" Cam's voice held a certain parental tone that can only be achieved through dealing with a teenage daughter. Anne tried to shrug off the intense gaze and didn't raise her eyes from the body.

"Well, I went to college online so I didn't really have much in life experience with, you know, the smell and all, but you can't do everything online so I have done this sort of thing , but only to get my degree and this is my first job after I got my degree so yeah, but not really and-" She let out a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Just a simple yes or no question Dr. Watson."

"Please call me Anne."

"Anne." Cam stressed. Anne sighed.

"No," She winced. "Not really." Cam nodded.

"Alright." Anne snapped her head up, staring at Cam with surprise.

"Alright?" She repeated. Cam nodded again.

"Dr. Watson, this is an internship. You are here to learn. Most of our interns haven't even graduated college yet."

Anne frowned. "So I'm a late bloomer aren't I?" Cam gave her an exasperated look.

"That's not what I said."

"But that's what you meant! All these other interns don't even have degrees and they have more experience than me."

"Dr. Watson they have been here for years! You can not compare yourself against interns who have been under Dr. Brennan's wing for almost six years. And, may I point out, that you are not the only new intern. We have four other new interns that have as little experience as you, so do not feel bad for not being used to the same conditions as ." Anne sighed, nodded, and ran an ungloved hand through her hair.

"Yeah….yeah, you're right."

…

With the bones cleaned and laid out in the Bones Room, Anne had been instructed to analyze the bones while Dr. Brennan talked with the victim- a game designer-'s roommate. Anne was evaluating the skull, listening to Clarity By Zedd when Dr. Brennan returned. "Take out those ear-buds out at once Dr. Watson, you are not permitted to listen to music in this lab when on a case." Anne pulled her ear-buds out and stuffed them in her pocket, a sheepish look on her face.

"Sorry Dr. Brennan. I was not aware of that rule; it will not happen again." She promised, but Dr. Brennan just waved it away.

"What information do you have that's related to the case." She lifted up the skull to show Dr. Brennan what she found.

"I found a ring fracture at the base of the skull. The skull must have struck something with sufficient impact to snap back into the C1, causing the ring fracture."

"I have seen fractures on the remains of suicide victims who have leaped from cliffs or bridges." Brennan stated as she snapped on gloves and took the skull from Anne.

"So it was caused when the skull made impact with the water." She put the pieces together.

"Yes," Dr. Brennan nodded. "The exit wound wasn't an exit wound. It started as a depression fracture caused by blunt force trauma of some kind." She handed the skull back to Anne.

"And when the body was dumped, the face-first impact into the river pushed water through the cranial and nasal cavities with enough pressure to cause the depression fracture to explode." Anne said, sounding satisfied that she had figured it out.

"We still don't have cause of death." Brennan pointed out with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Right, but at least we know that the body was dropped into the river from a great height. So, if we can figure out the height from which the body was dropped-"

"We can figure out from where the body was dropped!"

"And hopefully retrieve this guy's arms because honestly it's just awful to be buried without arms. Imagine having no arms in the afterlife." She chucked. Dr. Brennan gave Anne a weird look.

"There is no prove to support the insane idea that an afterlife does exist." Anne shrugged and placed the skull back in its place.

"Still, it's nice to imagine." Dr. Brennan gave her intern another look before walking out and away from the Bones Room.

Anne continued to review the bones for another twenty or so minutes until Hodgins came in rambling about some experiment or another that he needed help setting up. And, forty minutes later, here they were, experiment set up and both as giddy as children on Christmas. "I'm sorry but, what is going on here Hodgins?" Angela spoke up as she approached. Hodgins' face lite up at the sight of his wife. Anne smiled. They're so sweet and perfect for each other. She thought. I wish I had someone who loved me that much. Her smile faltered a bit until she reminded herself, I don't need anyone like that. I'm fine on my own. She plastered on a fake smile and turned her attention to Hodgins and Angela.

"Hey." He greeted. "Well, I've harnessed these shock cords to the ground using bichromate hooks lifted by an another pulley." Hodgins didn't notice his wife's confusion so Anne translated squint-lingo for her.

"We built a human sling-shot." Which is awesome.

Hodgins grinned. "Yes! To figure out how far the body was dropped into the river."

"Okay, Angela said slowly, not looking impressed. "Uh, we could have used the Angelatron for that." Anne bit back a laugh. She couldn't believe Angela named her computer after herself.

"It wouldn't have been as accurate." Anne said, which was a total lie but making a giant sling-shot is much more fun than just pressing buttons on a computer.

"Excuse me?" Angela turned her bitchface on the intern.

"Uh, well uh..." Anne stuttered, rubbing the back of her neck. "T-t-Hodgins. T-tell her Hodgins Tell her why." She cleared her throat. Hodgins' eyes went wide and his mouth hung open for several seconds before he actually thought of something to say.

"Yeah, okay. Um, so-so here's why. So I-I took a sample of the Potomac river, you know where the body was found and I-I had to recreate to viscosity, the temperature, as well as the particulate matter in order to try and..." He trailed off and Angela saw right through his crap.

"I could have entered those variables." Hodgins gave up on excuses.

"Sweet wife, please let a man have his toys." Anne didn't even try to suppress her snort of laughter at the two. The intern leaned forward onto the cart with a dummy- that creeped her out to no end- and nodded at Hodgins.

"Show her how it works bug-boy." Hodgins hurried over to turn on the machine.

"Yeah, so what we do is we actually take a dummy." He pushed a button and the dummy currently attached to the sling-shot started rising into the air. "We hoist it up using the pulley system, and then," He grinned. "We let'er rip."

"We need to duplicate the victim's injuries by matching the force impact into the water." Anne said as the dummy reached the top.

"Alright, here we go." All three of them gathered beside the controls to watch outside of the splash zone. Hodgins went to pull the lever but stopped, looked down, and decided to back off. "Angie, would you like to do the honors?" He asked. Angela looked indecisive before saying,

"Cam is going to kill us." and walking over to the lever. She yanked back on the lever, sending the dummy earthbound. It smashed into the water, sending a splash in every direction. They all stood there, shocked. Hodgins giggled- not chuckled, not laughed, but giggled- and slaps a high five with Anne who is laughing. The two of them turn their attention back to the computer screen when it pings to see their results.

"All right, the sensors show that the ribs and skull didn't hit the water with enough force." Anne tried not to sound too excited at the prospect of flinging another dummy into the water.

"What the hell is this?" Cam said as she approached. All the color drained out of Anne's face as she turned to look at her boss. The same phenomenon seems to have happened to the other two and Hodgins swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Angela is the only one who managed to slip on a poker face so she was the first to speak.

"Hi. Oh, um, this, uh, here, um.." Okay, apparently not a very good poker face. She placed a hand on the machine. "This is the kinesthesiology (what?) of-of knowledge." Anne muttered what? Under her breath. Cam glanced over at Anne. Okay, not so much of a mutter.

"And this couldn't be done on your multi-million dollar computer?" Cam asked with raised eyebrows.

"Uh,no. No. It couldn't actually. I tried but…. Such a drag it didn't work out, so we're here…. With this." Angela lied through her teeth, meanwhile Hodgins and Anne approached the pool and Hodgins pulled the old one out while Anne attached the new one at arms length, face white and eyes wide. Hodgins lifts up the new dummy and Anne retreats back to the computer. "And now we have to repeat it all again with more force." Angela concludes. Hodgins walks back to the computer and grabs hold of the lever. "Hey." Angela whispers. "Let her." She tilts her head toward Cam. Hodgins pulls back. "Um. Cam, would you like to help us out by pulling the lever?"

Silence for a beat then, Cam sighs and moves over to the lever. She clears her throat and pulls back on the lever. The dummy lands with such force that some water spills over the edges and laps at their feet. Anne jumps back from the water and cringes as the front of her converse get wet. Cam grins, spirits lifted.

After discovering that the dummy still did not have injuries consistent with the body, they rigged up another body. And another. And another. And another. After what felt like a life time, they got a match. Hodgins stepped to the side to call Dr. Brennan. After two rings she picks up.

"Dr. Brennan."

Hey Dr. B. Listen, so the body was dropped from a height of 85 to 95 feet. Now there is only one bridge on the Potomac within that height range, that's upstream from where the body washed up." While Hodgins spoke to Dr. Brennan, Anne showed Angela how to rig up the next dummy. With it all set up, Anne stopped beside Hodgins and they exchange nods. Hodgins pulls down on the lever and sends the dummy down, water splashing up on Hodgins and Angela (Not Anne because she was standing behind the two to avoid the water) as well as the back part of the computer that was, thankfully, protected.

"What was that sound Dr. Hodgins?" Dr. Brennan crackled over the phone.

"Oh, just confirming out data. You can never be too thorough." Anne, Angela, and Hodgins slapped high fives again.

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