Booth, Bones, Cal, and Foster arrived at Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. As Kathy was being treated for her head injuries, the group of detectives went to meet Dr. Gregory House. House was sitting in an office in the hospital’s clinic, sucking on a lollypop. The office belonged to a young and attractive looking woman with brown hair. Cal and Booth’s eyes bulged out as they stared at her. Кости and Foster pulled them out of their fantasies and dragged them into the office.
House was sitting on a couch, Чтение a Playboy magazine. The woman stood up and walked over to the group. She shook each one of their hands. “I’m Lisa Cuddy, the hospital administrator and Dean of Medicine of this hospital,” she introduced.
“More like a pole dancer,” House interjected, taking a loud slurp of his lollypop. Cuddy glared at him.
“Sorry about that, that’s Dr. House. He’s the head of the Infectious Disease Department. He’s going to treat Kathy,” Cuddy said.
“Administrator by day, stripper by night; it’s a pretty lonely life. Even I have a better social life than her,” House stated, looking at the magazine.
“He’s a doctor?” Кости whispered to Foster as the men stared at Cuddy.
“I guess so,” Foster whispered back, staring at House. He looked up at Foster and stared into her eyes. She smiled at him, and he went back to Чтение his magazine. Cuddy sized up Booth while Booth turned to Foster.
“Dr. Foster, do Ты want to grab a cup of coffee and discuss the case?” Booth asked her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Foster smiled at him.
“Sure, Cal do Ты want to come along?” Foster asked Cal, oblivious to the fact Booth was hitting on her. Booth’s face fell.
“Ugh, actually, I was wondering if Dr. Lightman wanted to come with me back to the lab to examine the decaying body,” Кости sweetly asked, gesturing to Cal.
“I’d Любовь to go,” Cal told her, smiling. She smiled back. Foster jealously looked at the two and turned to Booth.
“I’d Любовь to go get coffee with you,” she bargained, grabbing Booth’s arm. Кости looked angrily at Booth and smiled at him through gritted teeth. Cuddy looked at Booth and sighed sadly.
House, who was looking at Cuddy, exclaimed, “I’m going to go tend to our patient, and not deal with your petty drama,” with that, House grabbed his cane and walked out of the room to his office. Cal and Кости walked out of the room together towards Bones’s car, and Booth and Foster walked towards the café. Cuddy sat back down in her стол письменный, стол and typed on her computer.
****
House walked into his office, startling Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub. The room was quiet and dark, for House’s team was still startled from Kutner’s Последнее suicide.
“We’ve got a seizing girl. What’s wrong with her?” House asked, walking over to his whiteboard.
“She could have a tumor in her brain. We should get her an MRI,” Foreman dully replied as House wrote that down on the whiteboard.
“It could be aseptic meningitis,” Thirteen noted.
“There’s no fever,” House answered.
“Yet,” Taub objected. “She was just brought in for her head. I doubt the ER is listing symptoms. They’re trying to stitch her head up.
House nodded, “When she’s recovering, get her into the MRI and test for meningitis,” And without another word, House walked off to Wilson’s office.
****
Booth and Foster were sitting in opposite chairs at a таблица in the café. Booth was drinking some root пиво and Foster was drinking some tea.
“Do Ты like what Ты do?” Booth asked her. “What is it that Ты do?” Foster smiled and replied,
“I work for the Lightman group. It’s a group of people that read micro expressions on a person’s face to tell what emotion they’re feeling and if they’re lying. We work assignments for the government and basically anybody that wants us to,” Booth nodded.
“Ahh, do Ты like what Ты do?” He repeated.
“I Любовь it. Everyone is so nice, especially Cal, though at times he can be a bit alien and cold, Ты know?” Foster responded, and Booth thought about Bones, and about how clueless she was about being social. He smiled.
“Yeah, I do know what Ты mean,” Booth related, and the two smiled warmly at each other.
****
As Кости explained to the security guard about Cal, Jack Hodgins, Camille Saroyan, and Angela Montenegro looked at the British man with Bones. The man walked confidently, as if nothing in the world was wrong, and he greeted the group cheerfully.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Lightman, call me Cal, and I’m working with Ты guys to help solve a murder. I can tell if people are lying,” He stuck his hand out for people to shake, and while Jack and Camille were introducing themselves, Angela grabbed Кости and pulled her aside.
“Who is that?” Angela asked excitedly.
“Dr. Lightman,” Кости calmly replied.
“No seriously, who is that?” Angela asked again.
“My new ‘partner’ that’s incredibly cute and super funny!” Кости said, and the girls squealed in delight. Calmly they walked back to the group.
“I’m Angela, a forensic artist.” She stuck her hand out and Cal shook it.
“Bones, do Ты want to look at the body?” Camille asked, and Кости nodded. They walked over to a small table, and Camille pulled the sheet off of the body, exposing a pile of what looked to Cal, brown dirt with a skull. Кости smiled at him and examined the body.
“Well, the body is a girl, and she’s been dead for over three years. She died from a blow to the head with a blunt object, maybe the end of a нож или a metal bat. Angela, I need Ты to get a sketch of the girl. Jack, could Ты run the remains to see where the body decayed. Then, can Ты clean the Кости so we can see if there were any other injuries?” Кости asked, and Angela, and Jack nodded and walked away.
“That was impressive,” Cal observed.
“Thanks, it was really nothing,” Кости bragged. “We’re not needed for a while, what do Ты want to do?” Кости leaned in close to Cal. Cal bit his lip and scrunched his face up as he made a decision between work and a crush.
“Could we Вопрос the neighbor?” Cal quietly asked, ashamed at ruining the moment.
“Sure,” Кости replied, and the two walked to Bones’s car. They drove to the neighbor of the house where Kathy and the girl’s body was discovered. Cal walked to the neighbor’s front door and rang the doorbell.
“Watch a pro at work,” Cal boasted, and a man emerged from the house.
“Can I help you?” The man asked and Cal nodded.
“Did Ты ever hear anything suspicious coming from the neighbors?” he asked, gesturing towards the house.
“Are Ты the cops?” The man asked.
“No sir, but I’m investigating the scene. Any weird noises?” Call repeated. The man shook his head, and then scratched his neck.
“Sir, you’re lying. You’ve heard odd noises. Why didn’t Ты tell someone?” The man looked around then motioned for Cal to step forward. Cal did and the man whispered,
“I heard noises, but I thought the neighbor, John Wallow, was having sex with someone. I confronted him one time, and he paid me $100 not to tell anyone. I thought maybe he was having an affair and he didn’t want me to tell his wife. I had no idea that young girl was kidnapped, honest,” The man wrung his hands, and Cal nodded.
“You’re telling the truth, thanks for your information,” The man went back inside his house and Cal walked to Bones’s car. She was impressed. Cal brought out his cell phone and dialed Foster’s number.
“Hello?” She picked up on the first ring.
“The neighbor’s name was John Wallow. He’s gone now, and he may have been sexually abusing Kathy.” Cal glanced towards Bones. “I have to go, bye,” Cal hung up and got in the car. “Do Ты want to see my house?” Cal flirted with her.
Bones nodded. “I’d Любовь to,” They drove off to Cal’s apartment.
To be continued…
House was sitting on a couch, Чтение a Playboy magazine. The woman stood up and walked over to the group. She shook each one of their hands. “I’m Lisa Cuddy, the hospital administrator and Dean of Medicine of this hospital,” she introduced.
“More like a pole dancer,” House interjected, taking a loud slurp of his lollypop. Cuddy glared at him.
“Sorry about that, that’s Dr. House. He’s the head of the Infectious Disease Department. He’s going to treat Kathy,” Cuddy said.
“Administrator by day, stripper by night; it’s a pretty lonely life. Even I have a better social life than her,” House stated, looking at the magazine.
“He’s a doctor?” Кости whispered to Foster as the men stared at Cuddy.
“I guess so,” Foster whispered back, staring at House. He looked up at Foster and stared into her eyes. She smiled at him, and he went back to Чтение his magazine. Cuddy sized up Booth while Booth turned to Foster.
“Dr. Foster, do Ты want to grab a cup of coffee and discuss the case?” Booth asked her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Foster smiled at him.
“Sure, Cal do Ты want to come along?” Foster asked Cal, oblivious to the fact Booth was hitting on her. Booth’s face fell.
“Ugh, actually, I was wondering if Dr. Lightman wanted to come with me back to the lab to examine the decaying body,” Кости sweetly asked, gesturing to Cal.
“I’d Любовь to go,” Cal told her, smiling. She smiled back. Foster jealously looked at the two and turned to Booth.
“I’d Любовь to go get coffee with you,” she bargained, grabbing Booth’s arm. Кости looked angrily at Booth and smiled at him through gritted teeth. Cuddy looked at Booth and sighed sadly.
House, who was looking at Cuddy, exclaimed, “I’m going to go tend to our patient, and not deal with your petty drama,” with that, House grabbed his cane and walked out of the room to his office. Cal and Кости walked out of the room together towards Bones’s car, and Booth and Foster walked towards the café. Cuddy sat back down in her стол письменный, стол and typed on her computer.
****
House walked into his office, startling Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub. The room was quiet and dark, for House’s team was still startled from Kutner’s Последнее suicide.
“We’ve got a seizing girl. What’s wrong with her?” House asked, walking over to his whiteboard.
“She could have a tumor in her brain. We should get her an MRI,” Foreman dully replied as House wrote that down on the whiteboard.
“It could be aseptic meningitis,” Thirteen noted.
“There’s no fever,” House answered.
“Yet,” Taub objected. “She was just brought in for her head. I doubt the ER is listing symptoms. They’re trying to stitch her head up.
House nodded, “When she’s recovering, get her into the MRI and test for meningitis,” And without another word, House walked off to Wilson’s office.
****
Booth and Foster were sitting in opposite chairs at a таблица in the café. Booth was drinking some root пиво and Foster was drinking some tea.
“Do Ты like what Ты do?” Booth asked her. “What is it that Ты do?” Foster smiled and replied,
“I work for the Lightman group. It’s a group of people that read micro expressions on a person’s face to tell what emotion they’re feeling and if they’re lying. We work assignments for the government and basically anybody that wants us to,” Booth nodded.
“Ahh, do Ты like what Ты do?” He repeated.
“I Любовь it. Everyone is so nice, especially Cal, though at times he can be a bit alien and cold, Ты know?” Foster responded, and Booth thought about Bones, and about how clueless she was about being social. He smiled.
“Yeah, I do know what Ты mean,” Booth related, and the two smiled warmly at each other.
****
As Кости explained to the security guard about Cal, Jack Hodgins, Camille Saroyan, and Angela Montenegro looked at the British man with Bones. The man walked confidently, as if nothing in the world was wrong, and he greeted the group cheerfully.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Lightman, call me Cal, and I’m working with Ты guys to help solve a murder. I can tell if people are lying,” He stuck his hand out for people to shake, and while Jack and Camille were introducing themselves, Angela grabbed Кости and pulled her aside.
“Who is that?” Angela asked excitedly.
“Dr. Lightman,” Кости calmly replied.
“No seriously, who is that?” Angela asked again.
“My new ‘partner’ that’s incredibly cute and super funny!” Кости said, and the girls squealed in delight. Calmly they walked back to the group.
“I’m Angela, a forensic artist.” She stuck her hand out and Cal shook it.
“Bones, do Ты want to look at the body?” Camille asked, and Кости nodded. They walked over to a small table, and Camille pulled the sheet off of the body, exposing a pile of what looked to Cal, brown dirt with a skull. Кости smiled at him and examined the body.
“Well, the body is a girl, and she’s been dead for over three years. She died from a blow to the head with a blunt object, maybe the end of a нож или a metal bat. Angela, I need Ты to get a sketch of the girl. Jack, could Ты run the remains to see where the body decayed. Then, can Ты clean the Кости so we can see if there were any other injuries?” Кости asked, and Angela, and Jack nodded and walked away.
“That was impressive,” Cal observed.
“Thanks, it was really nothing,” Кости bragged. “We’re not needed for a while, what do Ты want to do?” Кости leaned in close to Cal. Cal bit his lip and scrunched his face up as he made a decision between work and a crush.
“Could we Вопрос the neighbor?” Cal quietly asked, ashamed at ruining the moment.
“Sure,” Кости replied, and the two walked to Bones’s car. They drove to the neighbor of the house where Kathy and the girl’s body was discovered. Cal walked to the neighbor’s front door and rang the doorbell.
“Watch a pro at work,” Cal boasted, and a man emerged from the house.
“Can I help you?” The man asked and Cal nodded.
“Did Ты ever hear anything suspicious coming from the neighbors?” he asked, gesturing towards the house.
“Are Ты the cops?” The man asked.
“No sir, but I’m investigating the scene. Any weird noises?” Call repeated. The man shook his head, and then scratched his neck.
“Sir, you’re lying. You’ve heard odd noises. Why didn’t Ты tell someone?” The man looked around then motioned for Cal to step forward. Cal did and the man whispered,
“I heard noises, but I thought the neighbor, John Wallow, was having sex with someone. I confronted him one time, and he paid me $100 not to tell anyone. I thought maybe he was having an affair and he didn’t want me to tell his wife. I had no idea that young girl was kidnapped, honest,” The man wrung his hands, and Cal nodded.
“You’re telling the truth, thanks for your information,” The man went back inside his house and Cal walked to Bones’s car. She was impressed. Cal brought out his cell phone and dialed Foster’s number.
“Hello?” She picked up on the first ring.
“The neighbor’s name was John Wallow. He’s gone now, and he may have been sexually abusing Kathy.” Cal glanced towards Bones. “I have to go, bye,” Cal hung up and got in the car. “Do Ты want to see my house?” Cal flirted with her.
Bones nodded. “I’d Любовь to,” They drove off to Cal’s apartment.
To be continued…