OOM: It's all very dangerous.
Oct. 28th, 2008 06:00 pm"Hello, is this Martha Noonan?" Booth asks the woman on the other end of the line.
"Yes," she replies. "May I know who's calling?"
Booth introduces himself, then tells her the reason for his call. "Your daughter's uh, fiance," he winces as he says the word. It's clear that Pam Noonan was no more Tommy Sour's fiance than she was a supermodel. "He was found dead a few nights ago. Murdered."
He allows a moment to pass for the appropiate shocked gasp, and "Do they know who did it?" He makes the required sympathetic noises, answers the question in the negative, and then says, "We just need to confirm your daughter's whereabouts at the time of the murder. She was with you?"
Just then, Bones and Sweets walk in, talking loudly.
"The pathology is clear. She's possessive and amoral," Sweets says.
"Eh!" Booth cries, moving the phone from his mouth and pinching his fingers together, indicating that they should shut up.
More quietly, Sweets continues: "Her emotional connections are forged through manipulation and delusion. Once a connection that tenuous breaks..."
Brennan interrupts. "So she killed Tommy Sour?"
Sweets shakes his head. "I can't say that, of course," he admonishes her. "But...she is a dangerous person."
"Thank you," Booth says, and hangs up the phone. "Well. Her story checks out. She was in Florida. And her parents are devastated that their future son-in-law, who they never met, will no longer be her love-monkey."
"Well, Dr. Sweets still thinks that she's a killer," Bones says, shrugging.
Sweets looks at her, very serious. "Dangerous. I think she's dangerous."
"I agree."
Sweets looks at Booth, surprised. "Thank you, Agent Booth."
"All those gifts, and taking pictures from a distance, and showing up in the middle of the night in a nightie -" Booth's tone is light, and it's clear he's being sarcastic. "It's all very dangerous." He puts air quotes around the last two words and walks up to Sweets.
"Mocking," Sweets says, "Will not change my opinion. I've been mocked many many times before."
Booth shifts his eyes from Sweets to Brennan, who has a faint, amused smile on her face.
"That...came out wrong," Sweets says, chagrined.
"That's great, Sweets," Booth says. He claps the younger man on the chest and shoulder, steering him out the door. "Appreciate your help, but you know what, she has an alibi. See ya!"
At the door, Sweets leans back in, looking concerned. "Well...Just be cautious of her, okay? She's not stable."
"Great, thank you," Booth says.
One more time, Sweets leans around the closing door. "Oh, and remember, our session Tuesday's at four. Trust exercises? You're going to be there." He waves as he walks off.
Booth fake laughs and waves. "See ya."
((Sometime later.))
"Yes," she replies. "May I know who's calling?"
Booth introduces himself, then tells her the reason for his call. "Your daughter's uh, fiance," he winces as he says the word. It's clear that Pam Noonan was no more Tommy Sour's fiance than she was a supermodel. "He was found dead a few nights ago. Murdered."
He allows a moment to pass for the appropiate shocked gasp, and "Do they know who did it?" He makes the required sympathetic noises, answers the question in the negative, and then says, "We just need to confirm your daughter's whereabouts at the time of the murder. She was with you?"
Just then, Bones and Sweets walk in, talking loudly.
"The pathology is clear. She's possessive and amoral," Sweets says.
"Eh!" Booth cries, moving the phone from his mouth and pinching his fingers together, indicating that they should shut up.
More quietly, Sweets continues: "Her emotional connections are forged through manipulation and delusion. Once a connection that tenuous breaks..."
Brennan interrupts. "So she killed Tommy Sour?"
Sweets shakes his head. "I can't say that, of course," he admonishes her. "But...she is a dangerous person."
"Thank you," Booth says, and hangs up the phone. "Well. Her story checks out. She was in Florida. And her parents are devastated that their future son-in-law, who they never met, will no longer be her love-monkey."
"Well, Dr. Sweets still thinks that she's a killer," Bones says, shrugging.
Sweets looks at her, very serious. "Dangerous. I think she's dangerous."
"I agree."
Sweets looks at Booth, surprised. "Thank you, Agent Booth."
"All those gifts, and taking pictures from a distance, and showing up in the middle of the night in a nightie -" Booth's tone is light, and it's clear he's being sarcastic. "It's all very dangerous." He puts air quotes around the last two words and walks up to Sweets.
"Mocking," Sweets says, "Will not change my opinion. I've been mocked many many times before."
Booth shifts his eyes from Sweets to Brennan, who has a faint, amused smile on her face.
"That...came out wrong," Sweets says, chagrined.
"That's great, Sweets," Booth says. He claps the younger man on the chest and shoulder, steering him out the door. "Appreciate your help, but you know what, she has an alibi. See ya!"
At the door, Sweets leans back in, looking concerned. "Well...Just be cautious of her, okay? She's not stable."
"Great, thank you," Booth says.
One more time, Sweets leans around the closing door. "Oh, and remember, our session Tuesday's at four. Trust exercises? You're going to be there." He waves as he walks off.
Booth fake laughs and waves. "See ya."
((Sometime later.))