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katikatTitle: Professional and Detached
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Fandom: Bones
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Prompt: # 9, Fear
"There was an explosion… Agent Booth's car…"
That's what's running through Temperance's mind as she walks briskly towards the blown-up car, her stride confident as usual. Bending over the burned body, she examines it with cold detachment.
Everybody's holding their breath, waiting for her verdict. And then…
"This is not Agent Booth," she says finally, her voice as professional as ever. "The victim is male but in their fifties. The…"
But even though her voice is calm and flat as she keeps listing the facts, her heart’s beating fast and her mind sobs in relief…
"It’s not him. Not him…"
The End
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katikatFandom: Bones
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Prompt: # 9, Fear
"There was an explosion… Agent Booth's car…"
That's what's running through Temperance's mind as she walks briskly towards the blown-up car, her stride confident as usual. Bending over the burned body, she examines it with cold detachment.
Everybody's holding their breath, waiting for her verdict. And then…
"This is not Agent Booth," she says finally, her voice as professional as ever. "The victim is male but in their fifties. The…"
But even though her voice is calm and flat as she keeps listing the facts, her heart’s beating fast and her mind sobs in relief…
"It’s not him. Not him…"
The End
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