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I do art sometimes but also just live and breath fandoms so I apologise in advance 👾

[roochuchan]

My last lot of ArtFight pieces!!

I'm so happy I join in this year and even though I maaay be a lil burnt out from it I'm so glad I finally got around to joining!

[roochuchan]

Been amping up my ArtFight attacks the past week! Wanted to challenge myself 👏

Names roochu and I'm team Crystal!

[roochuchan]

Some more ArtFight attacks I've done in the past week or so!!

The names roochu if you wanna be mutals ♡

[roochuchan]

The Woman found in the Bushes Pt.6

Part 1

"Sweets, you know why you're in here, right?" Booth exclaimed.

We sat in the interrogation room in the FBI building, a room I know all too well.

"Because I know Harriet, the victim." I leaned back on the chair opposite Booth. "I hope I'm here so you can collect information about Harriet and not because I'm a suspect." He said nothing for a moment. His eyes flicked to the report that had been built around Harriet and back to me. My eyebrows furrowed. "You really think I would have done anything to hurt her?"

"Currently, we haven't found anyone else who connects Harriet to DC. Angela is going through her online presence as we speak," Booth took a moment, leaned back on his chair and crossed him arms. "So for the time being, you are the only connection."

"She travelled, she didn't need a specific reason to go somewhere." I leaned over the table. I tried to keep myself calm during this. The worst thing to do is to let my emotions rule over the situation.

"The first time, that might have been the case. But the second," Booth threw the letter onto the table. "She came back to see you, and now she's dead."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did Booth really suspect me? I had a connection to Harriet, she was that little light in the darkness, that shone brighter the closer you got.

"You've read the letter now, haven't you? She hadn't seen me, it was her last night again and she was hoping if I wasn't at Founding Fathers then, she'd leave it with them." I fell back on my chair, my arm dropped to the armrest and my head fell into my palm. "One night, Booth. Not even a full day."

"This is my job, Sweets. You know that." He moved forward, linked his fingers together on the table and looked at me. "You definitely had no contact with the victim since meeting her a year ago?" Booth asked again.

"No, nothing whatsoever." I looked at the letter askew on the table.

"I'm sorry about this Sweets, but I would be called on if I didn't follow on any leads." He stood from his chair.

"So, am I meant to stay in here until you get more information?" I muttered. "I guess I'm off the case then."

He sighed and raised his hand before he turned to leave. "You can go, but you need to stay home, for your own sake." His hands fell in his pockets.

"Booth," He stopped in his steps and faced me. "Catch this son of a bitch."

"I will." He muttered, and left the room.

I was guided outside the building, I handed back my badge and was left to go on my merry way.

I didn't want to do anything that would injure Booths trust in me, so I headed straight home. No detours, no stopping to talk to anyone, nothing.

I kicked my shoes off by the entrance, sat down on the couch, and closed my eyes for a moment. I sighed. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing.

I started recalling the events again, a notebook infront of me while I sat at my dining table, tapping the pen on the empty page. I needed to do something.

What was I expected to do? Lay around and watching movies without a care in the world until Booth contacted me again? I didn't know how long that would take.

Her smile lit up the room... I could start with that, right? I wrote it down. I recounted the night again, I wrote down why she told me she was in DC, why she was travelling. Reconnecting with the world? I wondered if that meant literally, personally or physically. It could have been all three. She had mentioned that she had been in therapy, and come out the other side of her struggles. I wandered whether her smile shone bright because she finally felt free of her worries and anxieties. Of course, I couldn't tell what her specific woes use to be, she didn't tell me herself. I could have found out if I was in my office, but I digress.

Every single thought that went into my head I wrote down. Pages started off neatly until I started veering off with arrows and bullet points.

I threw my pen down onto the table and it bounced off, dropping to the floor. I lay back and sank into my couch.

"Is this really helping?" I muttered to myself. I let my eyes fall close and took a deep breath in. And out. "I'm sorry this happened Harriet." I spoke mournfully. "I know Booth, and the others. They will find out what happened to you."

Almost visualising her sitting next to me, imagining her agreeing.

Along with this, that awareness of my slow decline to think rationally became apparent.

I leaned forward and ripped out the pages I'd scribbled on before.

I decided to write a letter back to Harriet. One I know she'll never receive, but in one sense, hoped would ease that strange guilt that had been building. One that I could express my sadness, horror. But also with the intention that I knew Harriet wouldn't want this to destroy me. Harriet may not receive this letter, but in one way or another, she'll know about it.

[roochuchan]

First two ArtFight attacks for this year (and ever!!) I've missed drawing other peoples characters SO much, I'm glad I got around to finally joining this year!

The names roochu and I'm team Crystals if ya'll wanna attack!!

[roochuchan]

The Woman found in the Bushes Pt.5

If I'm being honest, this turned out to be a lot longer than it should have initially been, and I still haven't finished. If you want to read from the beginning, there's a lil link to Part 1 below!

Part 1

I lay in bed with my eyes shut, after a terrible night's sleep, and woke from my daze to a buzz from my mobile.

My eyes blurred as they opened. I pushed myself up and turned to look at the screen, it was Booth. I answered.

"Hey Booth- uh sorry I told you I-"

"We've found the hotel room Harriet stayed in. There's a letter here with your name on it." My eyes widened, I hung the phone up and jumped out of bed. I quickly made myself relatively presentable, as much as I could on maybe 3 hours of sleep. I knew where I needed to go.

I parked up and entered the hotel, and found Booth at the entrance.

"A letter? Are you sure it was for me?" I stumbled over my words a little as I followed him in, down the hall way and up a flight of stairs.

"Unless their was another Lance in her life in the same area." We stopped outside the open room, and he shrugged his shoulders. Booth stopped by the door and stretched his arm out, allowing me to enter into the room first.

It wasn't the same room as before, it was the wrong number, wrong floor, but it looked exactly the same, from what memory serves. A double bed in the middle of the room, a small desk on the opposite side with a large TV hovering ontop. Her bag was still here, the same blue backpack as last year, maybe with an added keyring attached or two.

I walked over to the bedside table, and the letter lay folded in half, still inside the envelope.

"You hadn't had any contact with her since she left a year ago?" Booth still stood by the door. I could feel his eyes as I took hold of the letter and slumped down on the bed.

"No, nothing." I mumbled. I looked at her handwriting. It definitely said 'Lance' with a small heart drawn in the top right corner of the envelope.

"Can I ask something?" He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. "Why didn't you just ask for her number?"

My thumb traced over my name, and I put the letter down on the pillow besides me.

"I-" I leaned forward and put my head in my hands. "I don't know." I sighed. "There was a part of me that thought- that hoped I had changed her mind about leaving." I turned to face Booth. "I honestly was hoping to wake up, and find her next to me in the morning." A few tears pricked the corners of my eyes, I fought them back, though I think Booth noticed the obvious pain in my voice. "If I had asked for her number, maybe this wouldn't have happened." I mumbled, turning away from him I looked at the letter again.

"Don't say that Sweets." I heard footsteps come closer, and the bed shifted as Booth sat down next to me.

I was silent for a moment, until I picked up the courage to lift the letter up again. I turned it over, it hadn't been sealed yet.

"Has anyone looked at what the letter says?" My eyes were glued to the paper infront of me.

"No. As soon as I saw the name I rang you."

"Why isn't Dr Brennan here to assist you?" I turned my focus to Booth. "She usually is, why not today? Why not here?" The grip on the letter in my hands tightened. "Oh god, what if she was killed-"

"The squints that came earlier found no sign of blood, no struggle, not from here." Booth cut me off, and put a hand on my shoulder as a comfort. "I'll leave you to uh- read through. It could help, it could not. But it's got your name on it, so," He pushed himself from the bed and walked on over to the door. He gave me a look, one I've seen before. Normally when it's informing spouses, family members or friends of a loved ones passing. I'm not sure whether made the situation more comforting, or woeful.

~☆~

She passed me the key card from her bag, and went back to holding onto my arm, for stability or other reasons, I didn't mind.

As we got inside the room, I closed the door behind us and she let go of my arm and stumbled towards the bed, which she inevitably jumped on.

"When I stayed here on my first night I didn't think these beds were comfortable whatsoever." She kicked her slip-on shoes off and pushed herself towards the centre more. "I might have changed my mind though."

I saw her eyes flutter closed, take a deep breath in and sigh.

"Uh- would you like me to go? I can go if you want some rest?" I stood nearer the door, pointing to it and ready to go if she said the world.

"No, please." She spoke while her eyes were still closed, but pushed herself further up, and forced her eyes open. "Lance, stay."

An automatic smile graced me with its presence and I rushed over to lay down next to her, my back resting on the backboard.

"Do you want the TV on? I can try to find something for you to fall asleep to?"

"Yeah, that sounds great." She mumbled, and tried to subtly move a little closer to me. And you think I wouldn't notice.

I didn't acknowledge it and scrolled through the existing channels available. Harriets eyes switch to the screen as we caught the end of a romcom. I stopped scrolling.

"A romcom?" Harried asked, and tilted her head up to me.

"You were reading a romance novel at the bar earlier, I could tell by the cover." She laughed and shuffled herself closer to me, and I carefully put an arm around her. Watching her to just make sure I was doing the right thing.

I looked down at her, she turned and caught my eye. Her eyes seemingly trapped the lights reflection, and I could tell she was flushed. Whether it was from the tiredness, the alcohol, or how hot this room suddenly turned.

My eyes were glued to hers. I moved on an instinct and without thinking, pulling my arm back carefully and twisting over toward her more. My eyes never left hers, until I leant down and kissed her. I could almost hear my heart beat out of my chest, or was that hers?

The lingering alcohol on our breath didn't phase us. A sweet first kiss. I pulled back up and her hand lifted to my cheek, and through my hair.

"See. The men always enjoy making the first move." That dark room held 3 light sources. The TV, a small lamp, and her smile.

"But you invited me in. Quiet literally." I muttered. She ran circles through my hair and I paid close attention to what she wanted. Where were her eyes moving to? A consistent move from my eyes and lips. That was a sign I wasn't going to say no to.

Carefully at first, I dropped back into another kiss, delicate. It didn't last for too long, breaths drawn were between eachothers as she nudged me closer. I straddled ontop of her and Harriets hands snaked through my hair and held on like they didn't want to let go. They traced around my arms and onto my back, pulling me in more. I didn't argue. I didn't want to argue.

We stopped to catch our own breaths, and I dropped down next to her, and ran my hand through her slightly tangled, wavy hair.

"I dont want you to go." I whispered to her, looked her in the eyes and our foreheads touched. She closed her eyes tightly, and held onto me.

"I have to. I'm sorry." She snuggled her head under mine. "If I could change it, I would."

"When would we be able to see eachother again?" I asked. I didn't want to let go of her as much as her of me.

"I'm not sure." Harriet gripped the sides of my shirt and laughed. "Thank you. For staying." She pushed herself away enough look back up at me, and moved her arm over mine to lace back through my hair. "Even after I said I couldn't."

"You'll know where to find me. I don't see myself going anywhere soon."

~☆~

I came back into the room after the events came rushing back, and opened the letter.

"Dear Lance,

I had hoped to see you again, bump into you like last time. You must have been busy with work, or maybe you've found someone else, or forgotten about me. Serves me right for just being here for a week, I should have stayed longer. I should have been patient, or the opposite, asked about you and where I could find you, but I didn't. I needed to let you know I'd been here, and that I haven't forgotten about you. You know, I was sitting in that boarding room waiting for my plane and knew I should have asked for your number. So, in a sweet hope this letter makes its way to you, and you remember me, here's the number I should have given you a year ago.

Harriet ♡"

Underneath, was her mobile number.

Part 6

[roochuchan]

The Woman found in the Bushes Pt.4

I'm definitely not finishing a quick edit of this while doing my last hour at a craft market. Not at all.

I'm still really enjoying writing this, and think I'm doing pretty well at the Sweets POV for a first fanfic for a while. Whoevers reading, I hope you like it!!♡

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I sat in Founding Farthers with a bottle in my hand, in the same seat I sat at when I first saw Harriet.

She was sitting in the corner on her own reading a book with a glass of rum and coke, half empty. We caught eachothers eye, I smiled and held my glass bottle half way to her, and went on for the next few minutes sitting alone.

From the corner of my eye I noticed that she had closed her book, put it in her bag, and carried her drink closer towards me.

"Do you mind if I sit?" She asked, the dim lights flickering in her eyes.

"Yeah- sure. I'm Lance." She dropped her bag between our seats and placed her drink on the counter, I held my hand out to her and we shook.

"I'm Harriet." She took the stool next to mine.

"You know, usually people don't come to a bar to sit in the corner to read." I made a sly remark, hoping I hadn't offended her.

"I'd rather be doing that, than sitting with my own thoughts." Zing. I had just finished a rather tough case, and wanted some time to reflect on it on my own. Or so I thought.

She took a sip of her drink as she smiled at me. I followed suit.

"So, how come you're here on your own then?" I asked her. Am I prying too much?

"Who said I was on my own?" Her face dropped. Shit.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to-" I held my hands up.

"I'm kidding. I wouldn't be sitting there reading if I was keeping someone company." She laughed, and an automatic smile stretched across my face.

"You've put your book away, so does that mean you're keeping me company?" I took another sip.

"Looks like it." And with that, she finished her drink.

"I haven't seen you here before, are you local or?" She just grinned at me. "Tell me if I'm asking too much, unfortunately I haven't quite got the work side of my brain to fully turn off yet." She called the bartender over and ordered another drink, and the same again for me.

"Ooh-" She crossed her arms over ontop of the counter and peered back to me. "What do you do?"

"I uh," I tilted my head side-to-side. "I work with, people." She raised her eyebrows.

"You... work with people? Wow, that's so precise." Harriet laughed, nudging me with her elbow.

I grinned at her comeback, I suppose there isn't any harm. "I'm a psychologist."

She sat herself up, and paid for the drinks. For a spilt moment I could see a hesitation, but she looked intrigued. Her smile lifted askew. "I use to see someone like you on a weekly basis a long time ago." I watched her eyes dart between mine. "Dont worry," Harriet held her hands up. "I'm a-OK now, fully recovered and loving life again." She laughed again, and you could tell she meant it. That laugh rang true with her statement. She lowered her arms back down onto the counter. "You've got kind eyes, it must be difficult." The bartender brought our drinks over, she passed the glass beer bottle over to me.

"It has it's ups and downs. But ultimately, I like helping people." I twisted the bottle and smiled her way. "Anyway-" I pointed it her way. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'm travelling at the moment, taking some time to kind of, reconnect with the world, you know." Harriet took a sip of her drink, and carefully put it down. "What about you? Are you local?"

I leaned towards to counter, and turned to face her more directly. "Relatively, yeah. My usual place, you could say. Though, I'm not normally on my own."

Her eyebrows raised. "So, is talking to women in a bar a normal thing you do then?"

I laughed. "No- I mean." I took a quick drink and placed it back down. "I'm usually here with work colleagues, friends. But every now and again I'll come on my own and just, reflect."

Harriet dragged her drink closer to her, the ice clinking together as she carefully lifted it up again. "I do the same. Plus the people watching, making up stories about what they've done during their day. Sad, I know." She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped.

"I don't think it's sad. I've done the same." I responded.

"Two peas in a pod then, ay?" She moved her glass towards me and tilted it my way.

"Cheers to that." I watched her smile beam as we clinked glasses. It was comforting.

We spent a while watching people across the bar. Harriet would come up with wild stories about their day, her imagination was truly something. I admired it, despite countering with logical reasons why, for example, the grubby older man hobbled through the door disgruntled and looking like he was about to start a fight, but instead ordered a gin cocktail.

We made a game from it. Next round was on whoever guessed the closest type of drink someone would order, then whether it was the woman in the drunk couple across from us would kiss the man first. That was Harriets turn.

"He'll definitely kiss her first. The men enjoy taking the lead." Harriet hiccuped and swore under her breath. I laughed at that, I oddly found that cute.

"Only if the women allows it. She is inviting him in. I think she'll make the first move." We paused to watch them. It wasn't as subtle as when we first started this game 3 hours ago. The woman leans in and I could see Harriet flinch at the thought of her losing. She whispered something in the man's ear.

"What do you think she said?" Harriet asked, her eyes peeled away from them and her head lay on her arms that started resting on the counter. She looked up at me, I could tell she was getting tired, but she still smiled, and kept her eyes open.

"Maybe she asked to go home and go to sleep." I leant forward to whisper to Harriet as I watched her eyes flutter between being open and closed. "You're almost falling asleep, you honestly don't need to stay if your getting tired. We can meet up tomorrow if-"

"I've got an early flight back home tomorrow." Harriet cut me off and pouted. "It leaves at 5." At that moment I felt like someone had reached inside and clasped my heart. I swallowed and turned towards her.

"You're leaving tomorrow?" I asked disappointed, despite her answering only moments ago. I just needed the confirmation.

Her smile was stunted, and she rolled her head to look up at me again. "I'm sorry." I tried to think of something to say that wasn't pure selfishness. "If I had known..." Harriet pushed herself up and straightened her back. "I like you, Lance. I'm glad I was able to spend my last night in DC with you."

I grasped hold of one of her hands on the counter and squeezed it. "Well, I'm glad I got to meet you before you went home."

"Do you think anyone else here was playing a game like ours?" She mumbled. "Do you think they're making drinking bets on us?" She laughed, though, in more of a shy manner. More inward than outward.

"Maybe." I smiled. Her eyes focused on our hands.

"Oh!" She pulled her hand from under mine and lifter her bag up, pulling her mobile out. "Can I take a photo? Of us? Is that weird?" She asked. Unnecessary if you'd ask me.

"Sure." She held her camera up high to get us both in the frame and we held our drinks up to the camera. She brought the mobile down, and took another. I leaned in closer and looked at her screen. My smile came back, I liked the photos.

Harriet checked the time on her phone and sighed, throwing it back in her bag, and dropping her bag to the floor. She slightly wobbled to gain her balance on the stool.

"I really don't want this night to end." She moaned. "I've honestly had so much fun, there was no way I could have ended this trip better." Her smile had sorrow written all over it, different from the other times she's smiled. Though, she was still being truthful.

"Do you have to travel far? I can walk you back, if you want?" It was only to make sure she got to her place safe, despite having a few more drinks in me than originally planned, I was still a decent human being. Hopefully Harriet thought that too.

"It's a few blocks away, shouldn't be too much of an issue." I turned away and took in a deep breath. Here goes.

"I'm going to walk you back," I slightly stumbled from my stool, and held a hand out to Harriet. "Let me walk you. Please?"

Harriet grabbed my hand and carefully jumped from the stool, trying to keep herself steady.

"It will make the night stand still for a little while longer." Her grip on my hand was tight, and despite that obvious tiredness setting in, the smile that held happiness at its core came back.

And then, I came back to reality. I had been reimagining our encounter for the past couple of hours. Not many customers for a Monday night. I finished the now warm drink that sat in my hand and took my mobile out of my jacket pocket. I hesitated for a moment, but I needed tomorrow off. Maybe if I mourned her, I might be able to come back the next day in a better headspace. I called Booth.

Part 5

[meowiziack]

i get more and more obsessed with him by the millisecond i am not well

someone plrase help

[roochuchan]

The Woman found in the Bushes Pt.3

Despite the angst I'm really enjoying writing this. I'm trying to stick as much to the world and personalities as I can, so I'm hoping whoevers reading likes these and enjoys them, despite the added Sweets trauma this pov story is obviously turning into. I'm sorry in advance!!

Part 1

Part 2

I spent a couple of hours in the Royal Diner, had an extremely late lunch and despite Angela's advice, I couldn't stop thinking about the victim, about Harriet.

I had printed off a few files I had yet to go through, as well as recent texts and call logs from the past week that, even though I had gone through her communications once, maybe if I looked at again I might be able to find something I overlooked that could help catch the person who did this.

I scanned every page two or three times over, and I still couldn't find anything. I leant back on the diners chair and thought about when we met. If she had said anything. Was she running away from something? An ex or family that she wanted to stay away from? Was that why she travelled so frequently?

My phone loudly buzzed on the table and I leant forward to look at the screen. It was Booth. I knew Angela had told the immediate team to let me have the rest of the day, and I'm sure, knowing her, she told them all why. I answered reluctantly.

"Sweets, where you at?" A little to the point, but I won't question it.

"I uh-" I thought for a moment. "I'm back at home, I needed some time away from the case to get back on track."

At that moment the bell on the diner door rang as it swung open. I looked up and saw Booth.

"Well why can I see you sat in the diner with a bunch of paperwork scattered over the table." As we locked eye contact, he hung up and my head fell forward. I heard his footsteps get closer and pull up a chair.

"Sweets, if you need to lie to me atleast make it convincing." He picked at a loose chip on my barely touched lunch.

"I'm sorry. Technically I didn't lie, I went home and sat down for 5 minutes before," I sighed. "I came right back out again."

"And you were going to go home and what? Eat these for lunch?" He grasped the loose papers on the table and held them up.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure you'll understand-"

"No," he slammed the papers down after cutting me off. "I don't think you understand." I looked him in the eyes as he spoke. "You find anything that could help the case, you come to me. If you need the day off to come back tomorrow and think objectively, you come to me." I said nothing as he leant forward towards me. "I shouldn't need to here this from a call from Ang."

I fell back on my chair again, trying to get some distance between us. "How much did she tell you?"

"Is there anything more than falling asleep at 2am watching romcoms in a hotel room?" Booth whispered. "Was this the first time you met this girl?"

"She wasn't a girl. And," I straightened up and crossed my arms. "What is this? An interrogation?"

"Look-" He pinched the bridge of his nose, and his arms dropped to the table. "Sweets, I'm sorry if I came on too strong. Ang said you looked really troubled. I'm just following up."

I was quiet for a while and lent over. "We kissed. And there was a part of me that hoped she wouldn't have gotten on that early flight back home." I held my head in my hands as I leant forward on the table. "I was really hoping that I would wake up, and she would still be there." I whispered over to him.

"You cared about her. OK, I get that. But you hadn't seen her in what, over a year?"

"I know." I said, louder than I should of. "I can't believe I forgot about her. After seeing her and waking up in the morning, I kept that note in my wallet for 4 months. 4 months Booth!" I waded through the folder that included the photos, and showed Booth the picture of us both.

"You really had to print the photo out?" He took the paper from me and looked at it for a while, and a smiled tugged as he looked at the next photo. "How much did you have?" He focused in on the empty glasses behind us.

"Oh- only a few." I waved it off. "But look at her, Booth. That is a smile of freedom, happiness, for that night," I sighed. "I felt that too. She made me happy. That kind of quality is rare to find nowadays." He put the photo down. "Usually, there is some sort of darkness, trauma hidden behind people's eyes in one way or another. At that moment, there was none of that."

Booth looked at me for a moment and laced his fingers together on the table. "You liked Harriet, didn't you?"

"I did. I really did." My smile started out a happy one as I looked at the upside photo of us both, but it faded. I'd never see her again. Harriet was the victim.

What happened to you, Harriet?

Part 4

[wxtchinghour]

I love the early-mid 2000s tv show trope of “subtle car ad”

Like ah yes how natural of them to be talking about all these new dandy car features out of nowhere

[djfinchyfinch]

ANOTHER ONE?!?!

[roochuchan]

The Woman found in the Bushes Pt.2

This is the second part of my Sweets pov fanfic, first one in a hella long time, so hopefully you guys like it!! Warnings are like usual for Bones, death and loss. Here's Part 1 if you're interested!

I drove back towards the FBI building that resided my office, taking the phone inside with me and closing the door.

I sat on the couch and looked it over, my hands dancing over the keys, the bag that housed the phone crinkled as I looked into the reflection on the mobiles screen. As I put it down on the coffee table, an incoming call came through on my computer. I stood to look at the scren and saw it was a video call from Angela. I didn't hesitate to answer.

"Hey Angela-" I answered as I slouched down on my office chair.

"Hey Sweets," She stopped before going any further. "You doing alright there?"

I rest my elbow on the arm rests and my head fell into the fist that formed.

"Yeah, I'm OK." I mumbled.

"You don't look it. Cam said you made a quick exit earlier." She held her tablet in her hand as she asked, obviously concerned.

I sighed and shook my head, pushing myself forward to look at the screen clearer. "Have you found who the body belongs to?"

Angela hesitated, but gave a half hearted smile and continued with what she had found.

"The body belongs to a Harriet Derby." She tapped a few things on her tablet screen, and a facial reconstruction of her came up on my computer. "No missing persons report, though if the database is right, she's a long way from home." I studied her.

"Her hair was a dark brown, there were purple tips, um-" I began to mumble. She smiled and made some small readjustment. "Her eyes were hazel," I stopped.

"You know, this is meant to be a facial reconstruction, not to create an exact copy of what the person looked like." Angela laughed a little as she changed the eye colour on screen.

Angela opened the missing person's report, the photo of her being a spitting image, more so now because of the suggestions I made. I leant back on my chair again and looked at her, without saying a word.

"OK, there is definitely something the matter here." She broke me out of it. "What's going on?"

I closed my eyes. This is a case. I said to myself. I stood up and grasped hold of the bag that held the phone and held it up to the camera. "This was the- victims phone. Harriets phone." And placed it down next to my computer. "There is something about her, almost like I recognise her from somewhere." I paused to think. Angela let me. "I feel like I've got a connection to this person." I push myself forward and left my head fall into my hands. "I just need to figure out how."

It was silent for a moment. An image of a laugh came to the front of my mind, Harriet laughing. My hands dropped down and eyes widened.

"Can you stay on the line for a moment?" I asked Angela as I scrambled through the folders of the phone on my computer. I opened up the camera photo folder, and looked at the date on my computer. I scrolled down, and down, until a year ago.

"I knew this person." I mumbled, I found the photos from a year ago and opened each, trying to find the photo. "She took a photo of us together at The Founding Fathers."

"You knew her?" Angela said on the other side. "How did you not recognise her? Haven't you been going through her phone all morning?"

I stopped at the first photo of us together. "I hadn't looked through her actual photos yet, just the ones online." I sighed, I should have. "I did recognise her, I just wasn't sure from where." I sunk into my office chair and looked at the photo. "We spent the night together roughly a year ago. Not, sleep together. But we shared a few drinks, got some snacks and headed back to her hotel and watched romcoms until 2am." My words were clear, but ended up in a mutter near the end. Moreso like I was talking to myself than to Angela. "How could I have forgotten..." I closed my eyes and my head lay back. "I read through her texts, emails, social media, everything. I knew there was something about her."

"Sweets, you need to talk to Booth. You might know some information about her we could use." Angela was trying to put me back on track again. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"I know that face. Don't." I didn't moved. I could see, she felt sorry for me. "She didn't talk much about her life at home. I told Dr Saroyan and Dr Brennan that what I got from her socials, she was a free spirit, she travelled. She wanted to experience the world. That's who she was."

"Send me to files from the phone, I'll see if I can help." I took in a deep breath and watched her raise her eyebrows at me. "I can help, Sweets. Maybe take the rest of the day off. It's a shock, I can see that."

"I can't just take the day off." I looked out the window and saw the trees sway in the wind outside. "You know, she left me a note after she left in the morning. No number, just 'I hope I'll get to see you again.' With a little heart underneath." I drew the heart in the air with my finger as I once again go off into a mumble.

"Booth and the others will understand. Take the day. I'll let them know."

I leant forward again, looked into the camera, and sighed.

"OK, thanks. I'll send those files over to you now."

Part 3

[roochuchan]

The Woman found in the Bushes Pt.1

The first part of my Sweets POV fanfic, obvious warnings of death and loss (this is Bones, after all)

First time I'm officially posting a fanfic on here, though written more like an episode than anything. I hope you all like it!

A body was found, just like every day from what it seemed. Roughly aged and identified at the scene, female and possibly mid 20s to early 30s. Dumped, bones broken, cracked ribs. She would have been in pain. Unable to completely rule as a murder, we needed to do a thorough check before coming to any conclusion. Though if you asked me, through my eyes, it wouldn't be anything else with those injuries.

As with everyone nowadays, finding people was fairly easier to identify. Everyone had mobile phones, social media, or some sort of life online. Lucky me, a mobile phone was found on site, seemingly tossed at some point with a light splatter of blood almost staining the top right. How someone hadn't picked it up was beyond me.

Even though it wasn't in my job description, I like helping out in the beginning. I'm a profiler, and today it was my job to go through this phone to find out who's it is, what person they where, if they had any enemies, or to help with a cause for murder if it happens to be this victims owner.

Though, I wouldn't be able to make a sold evaluation until the facial recognition did its thing back at the lab.

The body that was found this morning was the only thing that remained of her, skin had obviously been munched on by rats, birds, local cats, probably. That's a Dr Hodgins thing.

The blood on the phone was swabbed, and the contents of the mobile was sent onto a computer program that could use it without needing to turn the the physical phone on.

I was the first person to know what she possibly looked like. Harriet Derby. Was this who she was? And why do I recognise that name?

I was slightly taken aback after opening the online profile on the mobile. If this is the victims phone, she would have seemed fairly ordinary to most people. Though the purple tips of her dark brown hair and small silver hoop earrings that shone as her hair was tucked behind her ears, the owners profile picture, it made me double take. Did I recognise her? I peered into her gleaming hazel eyes for too long and began sifiling through the messages for anything that could be used for the case.

After hours of looking through recent messages, notifications, emails, there was nothing. This person had no enemies, not online anyway.

I made my way to the Jeffersonian building and into the body examination room to talk to Dr Saroyan. Moreso, I wanted to see this person again. Maybe it will help me think more objectively.

"This is the phone of Harriet Derby," I held the clear plastic bag that held the bloodied phone up near my head, and placed it down on the desk next to the body. "No enemies, no bad emails or threatening texts. Nothing sent or received that could help. She seemed," I paused and leant on the desk. "Fairly ordinary. A free spirit. She did a lot of travelling, mostly by herself." I watch the head coroner look over the body under a magnifying camera. "If this is the owner of the mobile, wrong place, wrong time?" She questioned as she examined the breaks in the ribcage, and the layer of tissue that still remained around the area.

"Possibly. Has Angela managed to do a facial reconstruction yet?" I spoke hesitantly, I was curious, that was all.

"Unfortunately, no. Not yet." Cam spoke.

"She would be able to do a facial reconstruction soon." Dr Brennan scanned in, pulled some gloves from the box and snapped them on. She peered over the body, scanning every part of her.

"Did you get any information from the mobile phone found on site?" Brennan didn't look at me as she spoke.

"I hadn't found anything that could be of any help, unfortunately." I watched her take another look at the cracked ribs.

"Maybe you should take a second look." Harsh, but there could have been something I had missed. I still needed to go through photos that had been taken on the phone, though I didn't see that as important until I knew whether I was looking at the information of the victim, killer or bystander.

"The way these fractured ribs cracked seems like," Brennan lightly inspected the section with her fingers, tracing over the ribs. "It's almost like a heavy ball had been thrown at her." She straightened back up. "The breaks match on both the left and right side, so whatever killed her-"

"I'm going to go." I held my hands up and intersected Dr Brennans examination. "I'll let you get on with your job, and I'll take another look on this." I held the bag back to up carefully.

Cam and Dr Brennan faced me, I could see a hint of confusion in my sudden want to depart the conversation.

"Do you not want to know the reason this woman died?" Cam asked. "It will help you and Booth track down what could have happened." She looked at me sternly.

"I-" I stopped myself, rethinking what I planned to say. "Like you said, I may need to take a second look." I took a break to breathe. "Let me know when Angela has found the identity of the victim."

I saw them look at eachother, and turned to head down the short staircase and out the door.

Part 2

[roochuchan]

Idk whether anyone on here's doing Art Fight this year but it's my first year sO if yall wanna be mutals, here's my profile:

Art Fight

An art trading game

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omg it’s actually my first year doing artfight too!

[roochuchan]

Thank you so much!! I'm happy you like them, hoping to draw one character of each of my mutals atleast ♡

(Me not editing this realising I'll only be able to attack people in the opposite team, FINGERS CROSSED TO US ALL)

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[roochuchan]

Psst I've started writing a Sweets fanfic but it's already at the length of half one of the episodes. It's not exactly the happiest of stories, but I'm proud of it so far so hopefully will be posting it when I find out how to post a multi-part story 🫠 Hopefully people will like it! (And hopefully I'll make up some of the sadness with a happy fic afterwards)