INSIDE YOUR HEAD
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1 through F › Bones
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,294
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bones, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
INSIDE YOUR HEAD
DISCLAIMER: None of this belong to me. Not even the lyrics. Most characters are copyrighted by Fox. And the Tantra info I got from Wikipedia. No money for me. No infringement meant. Me no bad.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is my first “Bones” fic and the first I’ve written in 5 years. Please be gentle. Feedback goes a long way in making the jibby-jivvies go away... (hint, hint, nudge, nudge...) Please bear in mind that English is not my native tongue.
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And everything I felt from my heart
From the start I knew it then
I didn't have the strength to say:
Turn around to the sound Of the voice that you're flowing to
It's inside your head...
Sahasrara – The Crown Chakra
“You’re not making any sense, Booth”
Temperance Brennan was two inches short on patience. I can feel it. Even Zack could tell she’s this close to an “indignation attack”. A tiny wicked part of me, the one that’s safe from physical damage, relishes the idea of making her sputter with indignation.
“It’s all in the file, Bones”
“I’ve heard you the first time. I’ve read the file. I just don’t see what this case has to do with me, with us here at the Jeffersonian. And don’t call me Bones”
And with that, she moves her attention back to the actual bones lying on a gurney next to her. I have to make my move quick, or else I’m screwed. I’m so eager to throw this guy behind bars I’m willing to swallow my pride and ready to resort to even begging. I NEED her in this case. It’s so simple, why she fails to understand it is beyond me. So I keep trying.
“But aren’t you just a bit interested? Isn’t your scientific curiosity piqued in the least?” I throw in my charming smile. Can’t hurt my case.
She swivels around to look at me, removing the goggles she’s wearing with an exasperted sigh. Her hair, worn in a high ponytail, swings form side to side and I’m reminded of those old shampoo Tv ads where the girls moaned in delight. My mind takes a quick detour into the gutter, which is quickly archived for later. The mental image has its merits, Bones moaning, and I’m certain I’ll spend my fair share of time pondering on it later tonight.
“As uncommon as the cause of death may be, I fail to see why you considered this case in need of my attention. And quite frankly, Booth, I see no indication in the coroner’s report that sustains your claims that the victims, as you so eloquently out it, “fucked themselves to death”. It merely states that the bodies were found in an intertwined position that suggests a certain level of intimacy between them prior to their deaths. Which, by the way, have been found to be due to lack of oxygen.”
“But didn’t you notice that the report clearly states that the vics were found after they had attended a tantric workshop in Sante Fe? Isn’t it logical, then, to assume they might have been indulging in an activity which culmination left them, quite literally, breathless?” I couldn’t help the innuendo. I swear I was trying to be the ever objective investigator I always am. But, damn, the opportunity was just to good to let it pass.
Hodgins, who had pretendend to be engrossed in his work whilst listening to our argument decided to participate with one of his usual pearls of scientific wisdom just then: “Not that I’m looking forward to have that particular morsel of information engraved on my headstone, but... what a way to go!”
“ What a way to go where?” asked Angela, who had apporached us with several files for Bones to look over.
“ I can almost see it “, Hodgins voice took a dreamy edge that was both fascinating and uncomfortable, specially since I could follow his train of thought with no problem whatsoever. Jack lifted his hands to punctuate his musings out loud: “Jack Hodgins. Died
fucking his brains out. It has certain appeal.”
“As appealing as it may be, it certanly has no potential. Not with that wording and certanly not at a catholic graveyard” chided Angela, to finish on a more mischievous note, “As appealing as it may be”.
“You can’t fuck yor brains out. There’s no cranial cavity that could allow such activity, unless it was self-inflicted for the very purpose. Plus we only have one brain, albeit it’s divided into two hemispheres... is that what you mean?”
I swear it’ll take me half this lifetime and probably half the next one to come to terms with the idea that a guy such as Zack could be so naive and have the emotional inteligence of a child around Parker’s age and still be a bloody genius. Bones found it perfectly normal. I found it kinda creepy and less endearing than she did.
“Tantric sex is a religious practice wiht over 10 centuries of usage in the Far East and it’s only been recently that it was simplified for a Weterner usage. Tantir meditation does not include a sexual contact until the practices become second nature: sensuality is included as touch usually helps to ignite sparks in the meditation, but orgasms are not the goal intended for such practices.”
Ah. My own personal walking Wikipedia hath spoken...
“And you know this because...?”
“Anyone that attempts even the briefest of understanding of the Hindu culture has to be aware of the different manifestations of religion that permeate into general culture in such depth that it’s impossible to study one withut studying the other. Any yoga practitioner worth their salt is aware of the relaxation values of tantric yoga and the study of the seven chakras...”
“Chakras?” I love Bones in her lecture mood. Whoever said that “smart is sexy” had it right on from the go.
“Sanskrit for “wheel of energy”. Each of the seven Chakras sends the Energy of Life (Prana) to corresponding areas of our physical, mental, or spiritual bodies. When the Chakras are blocked, illness, emotional problems, or spiritual deficiency can result. The practice of Yoga helps to clear the Chakras so that Prana- the Energy of Life- can flow freely and bring harmony and enlightenment... “
“Dr. Brennan... glad to see you’re already discussing your newest assingment”
“Assingment, Dr. Goodman?” The question was directed to her boss, but it was obvious that she expected, no, DEMANDED I gave her an explanation. And I had three nano-seconds to present it or else I could consider myself a dead man. Or a very maimed, barely alive one, at the very least.
“Ah yes, The FBI has requested your assistance in tracking down a possible suspect of foul play regarding 6 victims found in the vicinities of Santa Fe. The alleged suspect, a self-proclaimed enlightment coach is suspect of having smuggled some valuable Hindu figurines and the Institute would be very pleased in recovering them.” Dr. Goodman turned to leave, “I’m sure Agent Booth is a lot more prepared than I am to explain all the fine details in this undercover endeavor and I’ m expecting nothing but your best effort into solving this case, Dr. Brennan”
And with that, Dr. Goodman left, leaving behind a very flustered, very irritated and very much speechless Temperance Brennan behind him. Two seconds of recovery later, she stormed into her office, slamming the door behind her. I looked at the closed door pondering my options.
“If I were you, sweetie, I’d wait a couple of minutes for her to cool down. Unless you harbor masochist tendencies and get off on physical pain, that is. In which case I’d be very pleased to participate as a willing observant”
Angela’s mastery of innuendo never ceases to amaze me. I grabbed the file and headed for Brennan’s office. I let myself in without knocking and before I could even open my mouth, she pinned me down with a glare.
“Sit. Explain. N O W”
I’ve learned plenty at the Jefersonian in the past year. One of the things I learned is that you don’t argue with pissed bossy Bones. So I did as I was told.
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TBC...
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is my first “Bones” fic and the first I’ve written in 5 years. Please be gentle. Feedback goes a long way in making the jibby-jivvies go away... (hint, hint, nudge, nudge...) Please bear in mind that English is not my native tongue.
X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x X
And everything I felt from my heart
From the start I knew it then
I didn't have the strength to say:
Turn around to the sound Of the voice that you're flowing to
It's inside your head...
Sahasrara – The Crown Chakra
“You’re not making any sense, Booth”
Temperance Brennan was two inches short on patience. I can feel it. Even Zack could tell she’s this close to an “indignation attack”. A tiny wicked part of me, the one that’s safe from physical damage, relishes the idea of making her sputter with indignation.
“It’s all in the file, Bones”
“I’ve heard you the first time. I’ve read the file. I just don’t see what this case has to do with me, with us here at the Jeffersonian. And don’t call me Bones”
And with that, she moves her attention back to the actual bones lying on a gurney next to her. I have to make my move quick, or else I’m screwed. I’m so eager to throw this guy behind bars I’m willing to swallow my pride and ready to resort to even begging. I NEED her in this case. It’s so simple, why she fails to understand it is beyond me. So I keep trying.
“But aren’t you just a bit interested? Isn’t your scientific curiosity piqued in the least?” I throw in my charming smile. Can’t hurt my case.
She swivels around to look at me, removing the goggles she’s wearing with an exasperted sigh. Her hair, worn in a high ponytail, swings form side to side and I’m reminded of those old shampoo Tv ads where the girls moaned in delight. My mind takes a quick detour into the gutter, which is quickly archived for later. The mental image has its merits, Bones moaning, and I’m certain I’ll spend my fair share of time pondering on it later tonight.
“As uncommon as the cause of death may be, I fail to see why you considered this case in need of my attention. And quite frankly, Booth, I see no indication in the coroner’s report that sustains your claims that the victims, as you so eloquently out it, “fucked themselves to death”. It merely states that the bodies were found in an intertwined position that suggests a certain level of intimacy between them prior to their deaths. Which, by the way, have been found to be due to lack of oxygen.”
“But didn’t you notice that the report clearly states that the vics were found after they had attended a tantric workshop in Sante Fe? Isn’t it logical, then, to assume they might have been indulging in an activity which culmination left them, quite literally, breathless?” I couldn’t help the innuendo. I swear I was trying to be the ever objective investigator I always am. But, damn, the opportunity was just to good to let it pass.
Hodgins, who had pretendend to be engrossed in his work whilst listening to our argument decided to participate with one of his usual pearls of scientific wisdom just then: “Not that I’m looking forward to have that particular morsel of information engraved on my headstone, but... what a way to go!”
“ What a way to go where?” asked Angela, who had apporached us with several files for Bones to look over.
“ I can almost see it “, Hodgins voice took a dreamy edge that was both fascinating and uncomfortable, specially since I could follow his train of thought with no problem whatsoever. Jack lifted his hands to punctuate his musings out loud: “Jack Hodgins. Died
fucking his brains out. It has certain appeal.”
“As appealing as it may be, it certanly has no potential. Not with that wording and certanly not at a catholic graveyard” chided Angela, to finish on a more mischievous note, “As appealing as it may be”.
“You can’t fuck yor brains out. There’s no cranial cavity that could allow such activity, unless it was self-inflicted for the very purpose. Plus we only have one brain, albeit it’s divided into two hemispheres... is that what you mean?”
I swear it’ll take me half this lifetime and probably half the next one to come to terms with the idea that a guy such as Zack could be so naive and have the emotional inteligence of a child around Parker’s age and still be a bloody genius. Bones found it perfectly normal. I found it kinda creepy and less endearing than she did.
“Tantric sex is a religious practice wiht over 10 centuries of usage in the Far East and it’s only been recently that it was simplified for a Weterner usage. Tantir meditation does not include a sexual contact until the practices become second nature: sensuality is included as touch usually helps to ignite sparks in the meditation, but orgasms are not the goal intended for such practices.”
Ah. My own personal walking Wikipedia hath spoken...
“And you know this because...?”
“Anyone that attempts even the briefest of understanding of the Hindu culture has to be aware of the different manifestations of religion that permeate into general culture in such depth that it’s impossible to study one withut studying the other. Any yoga practitioner worth their salt is aware of the relaxation values of tantric yoga and the study of the seven chakras...”
“Chakras?” I love Bones in her lecture mood. Whoever said that “smart is sexy” had it right on from the go.
“Sanskrit for “wheel of energy”. Each of the seven Chakras sends the Energy of Life (Prana) to corresponding areas of our physical, mental, or spiritual bodies. When the Chakras are blocked, illness, emotional problems, or spiritual deficiency can result. The practice of Yoga helps to clear the Chakras so that Prana- the Energy of Life- can flow freely and bring harmony and enlightenment... “
“Dr. Brennan... glad to see you’re already discussing your newest assingment”
“Assingment, Dr. Goodman?” The question was directed to her boss, but it was obvious that she expected, no, DEMANDED I gave her an explanation. And I had three nano-seconds to present it or else I could consider myself a dead man. Or a very maimed, barely alive one, at the very least.
“Ah yes, The FBI has requested your assistance in tracking down a possible suspect of foul play regarding 6 victims found in the vicinities of Santa Fe. The alleged suspect, a self-proclaimed enlightment coach is suspect of having smuggled some valuable Hindu figurines and the Institute would be very pleased in recovering them.” Dr. Goodman turned to leave, “I’m sure Agent Booth is a lot more prepared than I am to explain all the fine details in this undercover endeavor and I’ m expecting nothing but your best effort into solving this case, Dr. Brennan”
And with that, Dr. Goodman left, leaving behind a very flustered, very irritated and very much speechless Temperance Brennan behind him. Two seconds of recovery later, she stormed into her office, slamming the door behind her. I looked at the closed door pondering my options.
“If I were you, sweetie, I’d wait a couple of minutes for her to cool down. Unless you harbor masochist tendencies and get off on physical pain, that is. In which case I’d be very pleased to participate as a willing observant”
Angela’s mastery of innuendo never ceases to amaze me. I grabbed the file and headed for Brennan’s office. I let myself in without knocking and before I could even open my mouth, she pinned me down with a glare.
“Sit. Explain. N O W”
I’ve learned plenty at the Jefersonian in the past year. One of the things I learned is that you don’t argue with pissed bossy Bones. So I did as I was told.
X x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
TBC...