Seeley Booth

EM: November - What do you want to accomplish in your life?

2008-10-27T00:47:08Z

There are a lot of things I want to accomplish in my life. Some I believe I've already done, some I'm still working on, and some that are still somewhere out in the future. I want to be a good father to my children. Parker and Arabella deserve a father in their lives that won't fail them in any way. I know I'll probably disappoint them in ways eventually, but that doesn't mean I can't still be the best father I can be. I want to be the best servant and officer of my country that I can be. I've served in combat, but I'm doing something else now that holds a different meaning. Working with the agency and now with Temperance has shown me a lot and it's the work I want to continue to do until I can no longer do it. It's something bigger than myself, just like my children are something bigger than just myself. The work I do and the effort I put into both being an agent and a father will go on long after I'm gone.

I want to be a good son. Yes, some of that is already past, but that still doesn't change because I'm older. I want to be a good brother. I haven't known him for very long in the grand scheme of things, but that doesn't mean our relationship is any less than others.

There are plenty of other instances and examples I could list as well. I want to be a good friend, a good Catholic, a good anything else. Just because they're not on the top of the list doesn't mean they're not important. And like I tell both of my children, if you set your mind to it and believe you can do it, then there should be no reason why you can't. I tell them they can be whatever they want to be and with all of these things combined, I'm working to make sure that's still a reasonable dream for both of them.

TM: Topic 252 - Innuendo

2008-10-10T18:34:15Z

Truth be told, I consider myself to be a pretty observant kind of guy. In my line of work I kind of have to rely on my ability to read people and see their intentions and thoughts without actually hearing them outloud. Mostly, because people - they lie. They can give you all you want to hear and it's entirely false, but sometimes you know how to read people and use your sixth sense to figure out what's really going on in their minds. Sweets is good at analyzing people, but I take it from a different angle. He backs his up with books and science. I base my ideas on my experiences with people as a whole.

There was a case we had a while back when we were trying to find the killer of a singer trying to hit it big by going into the lounge bars and catching some producer's eye. He was pretty good from the footage we saw and word of mouth from the local patrons, but he hadn't made it yet. A woman involved in the case, who was a suspect at one time, had been obsessed with the guy. She wanted someone to appreciate and listen to her. To validate her feelings and later when we were speaking with her, I guess I became a replacement. I sensed a few things, sure. She came by my personal office to hand over some gifts, but I tried to reason with her that she was stepping over a line.

Well. She stepped way over that line.

There were probably a dozen signs that something was going to go down, but I sure as hell didn't see them. She was obsessed and what do you do when that person doesn't respond correctly? If you believe someone else is standing in the way between you and your obsession? Yeah. I didn't catch onto those signs and I have the scar of a bullet wound in my shoulder to prove it.

EM: September - Does therapy work?

2008-09-08T00:29:17Z

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Look, I could sit here and go back and forth on this. Does therapy work. Maybe. Depends on the therapist and if you're forced to sit there in front of him while he tries to serve you some kind of weird English tea or he's a twenty-three year old kid who talks like he's still in high school. Gordon was a good therapist. Mostly. He was good in that kind of annoyingly good sort of way and he knew it. I didn't want to be in therapy. Ugh. Anything but sitting down and talking about my feelings about why I took out my gun and shot a couple rounds into a plastic clown on top of an ice cream truck. ~~What? The damn thing wouldn't shut the hell up.~~

Yeah, yeah he got a few more things out of me than just me having a bad day and the clown happened to get in the way, but that's all falls under patient confidentiality. Except for when English had to give a report to my boss that I was compentent enough to go back on the job. And except when Gabriel reads my mind even though he says it's my own fault for "projecting" my thoughts.

Sweets has taken some weird interest in Temperance's and my working relationship. After we'd been "evaluated" and were determined we were still able to work well together after her fatiher's trial, he still wanted to study us. Why? We're just that interesting, that's why. He's not so bad, I guess. Pretty smart for a kid who graduated and got a job as a psychologist with the FBI before the ripe age of twenty-three.

So, does therapy work? Eh. I'll give it a 50/50 chance.

TM: Topic 247 - Write about a mess you've cleaned up. (set in EM verse)

2008-09-08T00:04:59Z

Are you serious? What kind of messes do I clean up? Oh, there are the ones I come across on the job. A body is discovered and I help to clean up that scene... only I usually like to let Bones and her people do the cleaning in those cases. That's her thing. Her and Hodgins, Cam.. they pretty much enjoy that sort of thing.

But that's not the kind of mess I'm talking about here. Oh no. The kind of mess I mean is the daily mess I see at home. Diapers. Bottles. Those little teething toys all over the house. Diapers. Parker's planes ~~that Gabe keeps giving him more and more of because who in their right mind can't have enough toy planes, right?~~. Baby spit up. Diapers. I swear, Rebecca didn't tell me how many diapers she had to change with Parker because I never knew so much ... stuff could come out of one baby.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade Arabella for anything in the world, but I come home with the house a mess. I don't blame Gabe or anything like that. ~~He gives me free child care so how can I complain?~~ Before the baby came along, my house was pretty neat. Not a neat freak exactly, but I sure like to have things in their place.

So, yeah, that's just some of the messes I clean up on a regular basis. A daily basis.

from a few

2008-08-13T05:36:04Z

Appearance:

I am 5'4 or shorter.
I think I'm ugly sometimes.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different colour.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I've had braces.
I wear glasses.
I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.

Family/Home Life:

I've sworn at my parents.
I've been kicked out of the house.
My biological parents are together.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I have children.
I've lost a child.

Embarrassment:

I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I've snorted while laughing.
I've laughed so hard I've cried.
I've glued my hand to something.
I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I've had my pants rip in public.

Health:

I was born with a disease/impairment.
I've had stitches.
I've broken a bone.
I've had my tonsils removed.
I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.
I've had my wisdom teeth removed.
I had a serious surgery.
I've had chicken pox.

Travelling:

I've driven over 200 miles in one day.
I've been on a plane.
I've been to Canada.
I've been to Niagara Falls.
I've been to Japan.
I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I've been to Europe.
I've been to Africa.
I've been to France.

Experiences:

I've been lost in my city.
I've seen a shooting star.
I've wished on a shooting star.
I've seen a meteor shower.
I've gone out in public in my pajamas.
I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I've been to a casino.
I've been skydiving.
I've gone skinny dipping.
I've played spin the bottle.
I've crashed a car.
I've been skiing.
I've been in a play.
I've met someone in person from the internet.
I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I've seen the Northern Lights.
I've sat on a roof top at night.
I've played chicken.
I've played a prank on someone.
I've ridden in a taxi.
I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I've eaten Sushi.
I've been snowboarding.

Relationships:

I'm single.
I'm in a relationship.
I'm available.
I'm engaged.
I'm married.
I've gone on a blind date.
I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I've been divorced.
I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.
I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.
I've kept something from a past relationship.

Sexuality:

I've had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I've kissed a member of the same gender.
I've had sex with someone of the opposite gender.
I've had sex with someone of the same gender.
I've had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I've been kissed in the rain.
I've had sex outdoors.
I've hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.
I have had sex with a stranger.

Honesty/Crime:

I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.
I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I've cheated while playing a game.
I've cheated on a test.
I've run a red light.
I've been suspended from school.
I've witnessed a crime.
I've been in a fist fight.
I've been arrested.
I've shoplifted.

Drugs/Alcohol:

I've consumed alcohol.
I smoke cigarettes.
I smoke pot.
I regularly drink.
I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.
I've done hard drugs.
I've been addicted to an illegal substance.
I take cough meds when I'm not sick.
I can't swallow pills.
I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

Mental health:

I have been diagnosed with depression.
I shut others out when I'm depressed.
I take anti-depressants.
I have an eating disorder.
I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.
I've hurt myself on purpose.
I'm addicted to self harm.
I've woken up crying.

Death:

I'm afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.
I've seen someone dying.
I have attempted suicide.
Someone close to me has attempted suicide.
Someone close to me has committed suicide.

Random:

I can sing well.
I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
I open up to others too easily.
I watch the news.
I don't kill bugs.
I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for sake of being able to rhyme.
I curse regularly.
I sing in the shower.
I am a morning person.
I paid for my cell phone ring tone.
I'm a snob about grammar.
I am a sports fanatic.
I play with my hair.
I have/had "x"s in my screen name.
I love being neat.
I love Spam.
I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.
I bake well.
My favorite colour is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.
I don't know how to shoot a gun.
I am in love with love.
I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
I laugh at my own jokes.
I eat fast food weekly.
I believe in ghosts.
I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
I am really ticklish.
I love white chocolate.
I bite my nails.
I play video games.
I'm good at remembering faces.
I'm good at remembering names.
I'm good at remembering dates.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

TM: Topic 243 - If you could be in the Olympics, what event/sport would you want to do most?

2008-08-12T06:03:12Z

I think this one is pretty easy. What would I want to participate in if I was able to be in the Olympics? Shooting. Not exactly sniper-style and I'll always prefer my own piece, but I'd kick ass at that event. My aim has and always will be sure and true and missing the mark would have ended my career in the Rangers way before I ever ended my service. It's not really the most exciting sport to watch, but it's what I'd excel at the most.

There's a reason I have the gun and Bones has the microscope. Or the reason that I'm supposed to be the only one with the gun.

There's no way I could compete on this sort of level, but I wouldn't be terrible at boxing either. I can throw a punch with the best of them. There's an underground Vegas fight club and a defeated fighter to prove that somewhere

Now, if we're going on what I'd want to participate in just for the sake wishing I would be good? Taekwondo or Judo might be nice. I'm a decent fighter, but I never took much martial art training after joining the service. The gymnsts always amazing me in all that they can do. The rings of the men's are the most physically demanding rotation and I sit usually shaking my head. Or watching those tiny girls throwing themselves all over that damn building. I don't get it. I'd never want to get up and perform in spandex, though, so gymnastics is definitel

song meme

2008-08-02T02:45:31Z

Only The Young by Journey

Another night in any town
You can hear the thunder of their cry
Ahead of their time
They wonder why

In the shadows of a golden age
A generation waits for dawn
Brave carry on
Bold and the strong

CHORUS
Only the young can say
They're free to fly away
Sharing the same desires
Burnin' like wildfire

They're seein' through the promises
And all the lies they dare to tell
Is it heaven or hell?
They know very well

CHORUS

Only the young can say
Only the young can say
Only the young can say
Only the young can say

Topic 241 - What principles are sacrosanct in your opinion?

2008-07-27T04:59:24Z

There isn't any point in having a principle without considering it to be at least somewhat sacred. That's sort of the reason for having them in the first place, personally. You can have various rules you'd like to follow in life, but that doesn't mean you'll always consider them sacred. For me, there aren't many but the ones that I do have are sacred and there's not really anything to change my mind on that.

My family is sacred to me. I have a young son and even though I may not be married to his mother, he is the most important person in my life and by extension so is Rebecca. I've always cared for her and every so often we find ourselves back where we were in the years before Parker was born. But nevermind that. I asked Rebecca to marry me when we found out she was pregnant and she said no. Granted, it wasn't exactly done in the best way I could have - try the least romantic way possible - but she still said no. I loved her, I'll always love her, but her saying no was probably one of the best things we could have done. I think we could have made a life together, but we didn't need to get married. For me, marriage is sacred. In society it's anything but that, but for me personally it is. Whenever I marry, I plan for it to be a one-time thing. No looking back and no regrets.

I'm Catholic. And while I may not be the best Catholic on the face of the planet, religion and my faith is definitely something sacred to me as well. It's part of the reason why I get irritated with Bones whenever she uses her science and logic to try and go against what I believe. I don't believe it for the physical proof or scientific data. It's called faith for a reason.

My job and duty is, in some ways, sacred to me. I believe strongly in what I do, who I've been, and what I've done for my country. It's a huge part of who I am and anyone who knows me well enough can attest to that. I do my best to protect the citizens of this country and put those who threaten them behind bars. Individually, I may not make the biggest different in the world, but to the individual you help save you make all the difference in the world.

from a few

2008-07-20T17:34:54Z

Your result for The Attachment Style Test...

The Cuddleslut

You're mostly secure, but sometimes you need a little extra reassurance to make it through the tough times. You are usually affectionate and sweet, and you find it easy to fall in love. An encouraging word from a crush or a loved one can motivate you for weeks.

Fictional character with whom you might identify: Kaylee (Firefly/Serenity), Hiro Nakamura (Heroes)

Other Attachment Types:
Secure:	The Unicorn	\|	The Cuddleslut	\|	The Free Agent
Preoccupied:	The Cling Wrap	\|	The Squid	\|	The Insect
Fearful:	The Doormat	\|	The Leper	\|	The Exile
Dismissing:	The Hermit	\|	The Stone	\|	The Player
Confused:	The Waffler

Take The Attachment Style Test at HelloQuizzy

heh

2008-07-15T19:51:20Z

from: lieu_murphy
Go to Googlism.com
Search your name/nickname. (Make sure WHO is selected).
Copy and paste the best ones.

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booth is determined by the size
booth is one or more 10' by 10'
booth is a film debuting in november of this year
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booth is not a serious offensive threat
booth is also able to delicately entwine a deep understanding of human nature into his story
booth is open for visitors
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booth is a priest cut from a very different cloth
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booth is also a great idea for those exhibitors who can't physically participate in a trade show because their booth is tied up at another show
booth is a tool for
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booth is usually on an end of aisle
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booth is both exciting and high energy

oh why not

2008-07-14T17:23:11Z

SEVEN THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:
1. Case notes
2. Clothes
3. Phone
4. Bed
5. Books
6. Pictures
7. Computer

SEVEN RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:
1. Do you like anyone (relationship wise)? Maybe. Sort of. Not really.
2. Does someone like you? Not sure.
3. Last kiss? A couple weeks ago.
4. Hold or be held? Hold.
5. Been cheated on? Not that I'm aware.
6. Want a relationship? Maybe.
7. Wanna get married? Eventually.

SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T (OR DON’T WANT TO) LIVE WITHOUT:
(These are things I don't want to live without)
1. Parker
2. Work
3. Bones
4. My car
5. Rebecca
6. My gun
7. Squint squad... maybe.

SEVEN OTHER THINGS - DO YOU:
1. Believe in God? Yes.
2. Had a dream come true? Yeah.
3. Read the newspaper? Usually.
4. Get enough sleep everyday? I try to.
5. Have a best friend? Bones.
6. Take a bath daily? Yeah.
7. Wish on stars? No.

SEVEN HAVE YOU EVERS:
1. Fallen in love? Yes.
2. Kissed someone of the same sex? I've kissed my son and that is it.
3. Hooked up with someone who had a gf/bf? Yes.
4. Been to a Bonfire? Long time ago.
5. Ran away from home? No.
6. Played strip poker? We didn't make it to the poker.
7. Pulled an all nighter? Many times.

SEVEN THINGS IN THE LAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU:
1. Cried? No.
2. Had fun? Sure.
3. Been kissed? No.
4. Felt stupid? No.
5. Talked to an ex? Yes.
6. Missed someone? Yes.
7. Listened to music? Yes.

EM: July - What happened the last time you got drunk?

2008-07-02T01:55:53Z

The last time I got drunk, and I mean really drunk, I was over at Sid's place and decompressing from a night of going to and from the office and the Jeffersonian as usual. There were things going on with Gabe at the time and it was before this nasty demon or whatever was knocked down a few feet. A pretty girl started talking to me about the city, photography and, well we hit it off pretty well. At least I thought so anyway.

Sid, the genius that he is, placed a bottle of tequila and limes and salf shaker in front of us. ...One thing led to another and after several shots at the bar things got taken across the street. We told each other that neither of us did this sort of thing often. Fast forward eight or so months and said pretty girls shows up on my doorstep looking a little larger than I remembered.

In no way do I ever regret what happened that night but I think from now on I'll be a little more careful of my tequlia intake because the last time I got drunk I got my daughter.

But I'll probably leave most of the above out when I tell Arabella how I met her mother.

EM: June - goodbye cruel world

2008-05-27T03:05:50Z

A week ago, 99.9% of my friends and some family thought I was dead. The woman who'd somehow become obsessed with me came to shoot Temperance in the club that night. Without one second's hesitation, I stepped in front of her and I'd do it again. It wouldn't matter if the bullet went straight to my head instead of just missing it. She's one of the people I'd give my life for without looking back.

The Bureau hid me away long enough until it was time for the funeral. Some guy I chased down years ago claimed to have said the only time I'd see him again would be at my funeral. Well, this was the chance to finally get him. Faking my death isn't something I took lightly. Hell no. I knew others would grieve my loss and that would be the last thing I'd want to put them through.

I had a list of people put together that I wanted informed of what was going on and that I was, in fact, not dead. On the top of the list were Gabe, Rebecca, and Bones. There were a few others, but not many. Gabe being my closest relative with me and also he would have the responsibility of raising my daughter. When Arabella was first given to me by her mother, Gabe was also the first choice in my mind for a godparent even if he might not always agree with that, thinking that his life is too dangerous for a child. Rebecca because I never wanted my son to find out I was shot much less her having to explain to him that I was dead. And Bones. Bones was supposed to know I wasn't dead. As one of my closest friends and partner for over three years, she deserved to know. Except she wasn't told.

Of course, she was angry with me instead of him for what happened. Makes sense right? I'm the dead one (supposedly) and I get the blame. Because I didn't tell her myself. Right. National security doesn't make any difference. And, okay, granted I've broken that a time or two with her in the past but I didn't think I'd have to this time. The punk, baby shrink we'd been seeing didn't tell her. And it's my fault. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever really figure her out. Probably not.

EM: May - Kurt Vonnegut quote

2008-04-29T01:52:08Z

"Yeah, I'll be there in a second," Seeley yells over the sound of a screaming baby to Bones who's on the speaker phone.. They've been going over facts with the latest case and instead of doing this down at the Jeffersonian as usual, Seeley had to stay home because the babysitter was sick and couldn't watch the baby. Not yesterday, not today, and probably not tomorrow. He really needed to find a back-up babysitter. One who happened to have other plans for the afternoon and went by the name "little brother who's living in my house." Something like that.

"Heeey, princessl, Daddy is trying to send some really, really bad guy to jail but he needs to talk to Auntie Bones, okay?" He says it all in his sweetest Daddy voice, but Arabella's face is still beet red and he has to wince at the sound of her screaming.

"Booth!" he hears from the phone in the other room.

"Just a minute..." he says in a sing-song as he gathers up his daught and pauses a second to pick up the blanket, pink bunny, a diaper, the box of wipes by the crib, and a burp cloth. Maybe he'll come back for the mobile. Finally back in the living room, he pushes his folders to the side and grins down at the baby. "Theeere we go. Much better, right?"

Arabella doesn't stop screaming.

"Booth?"

"Oh, yeah I'm here, Bones. Did Zack determine the murder weapon yet?"

"What? I can't hear you."

Seeley raises his voice a little and tries to lean over towards the phone. "The murder weapon. Did Zack find out what was used?"

"No, not yet. He's narrowed it down to--"

Brennan is interrupted by the sound of a microwave going off in the kitchen. Oh right. The formula. "Just a second, Bones!"

Picking up his still screaming daughter, Seeley cradles the phone against his shoulder and face and hurries into the kitchen to grab the warmed milk and fumbles a little to test it out on his wrist. Perfect. Now.. if he could just get.. and the baby...

The phone falls to the floor.

"Damnit!" More screaming. "Oh, Daddy didn't mean that. Shh, it's okay." Carefully bending over, Seeley manages to pick up the phone and put it back to his ear. "Yeah, sorry, Bones. Dropped the phone. Look, has Hodgins at least found anything with his bugs yet?"

Arabella is finally settled in his arms and after a few silent attempts at convincing her that the bottle was a tasty treat by her father, she calms down and is content to drink down the formula. See? Tasty. Satisfied, Seeley heads back into the living room and sits down to gather up his files and listen in to Bones going on about the case again.

"There are some particulates we found in the victim's hair that could lead to a possible location of the murder. Booth, I think you should come down to the Jeffersionian and take a look at a few of the pieces of evidence."

"Yeah, I'll be in later this afternoon once Gabe gets back to watch the baby."

"Why don't you just bring her down to the lab? Angela would love to watch her, you know that."

Yes, he did know that and why hadn't he thought of that before now? He pauses a second and then looks down at the now content baby girl in his arms. "Alright, I can be down in an hour."

Hanging up the phone, he tosses it aside and laughs. "You're going to wear Daddy out, did you know that?"

EM: April - Guilt is anger directed at ourselves. -Peter McWilliam

2008-04-25T04:35:24Z

Sometimes people assume that as a former soldier or now as an agent that we hold no regret in the actions and tasks we perform on the job. As a Ranger, it was my purpose to seek out the enemy and take him out. The objective of a sniper is to aim, fire, and make sure to have the better shot. And I did. I was a damn good shot.

As an agent, there are choices made in the heat of the moment that sometimes I wish I wouldn't have to make. Maybe some would say that the person in pursuit deserves the bullet he gets, but that's not my decision. It's the system's and even with the idea that our system is flawed, it's still the system we have. I am not God and I don't wish to be. It's not my job to play God with other people's lives. That's what makes me different from those who I do arrest and put behind bars.

I've never felt guilty for the lives I've taken in the usual form of guilt. In every death there's emotion. Depending on the person, it's either a postive or negative emotion. I don't take pleasure in pulling the trigger and watching someone losing their life because of it. Forty-nine people had their lives taken because of a decision I made in battle, in pursuit, or in my own defense.

Until Howard Epps.

Epps was as low as any person could possibly get. He was a monster and deserved whatever sentence was ordered upon him. He was going to get what was coming to him, but somehow he dodged those bullets every single time. Whether it was convincing his new attorney that he was innocent and avoiding his death row stint or escaping prison altogether. No, it wasn't a bullet that killed Howard Epps at all.

It was himself. He played God with the lives of others and lastly, himself. Only it wasn't that simple. He jumped off that balcony and I caught him. He was hanging by a single arm and I could see it in his eyes. He'd already played his games from inside his cell to have Temperance take a life. Now he was practically daring me to do the same thing, but with his own life.

And I did. Whether he fell on his own and I lost my grip, or I let him drop. Something went wrong and he fell. Forty-nine turned into fifty and now that's my own burden to carry. There was a split second that I wanted to drop him. I know that because I wouldn't be trying to figure this out if I hadn't thought it. I just will never know if I gave into that feeling and played God that night. Whatever the case, it's something I'll have to live with and there's no taking it back now.

FM: March - flashlight

2008-03-14T03:56:06Z

It's past midnight when he gets the call that a body was found washed up on one of the beaches on the outside of town. Some kids messing around came up on the body and it was only a matter of time until Seeley got the call. In the past, this used to be a tag-team mission. Seeley and Temperance would both head out to the crime scene and check out the body and the surrounding area. Booth has plenty of FBI scientists on his team here in Los Angeles, but none of them by far have the skill that his Bones had when he was back in DC.

Arriving on the scene, Booth pulls out his flashlight and walks over to where a group of the LAPD are gathered around. It was suspected that the body in question was in fact the body of one of the missing girls in Seeley's case load, but they needed the confirmation of yes or no.

"How long ago was the body found?" He asks, flashing the light towards the agents standing over and taking pictures of the dead body.

"Half an hour ago, maybe an hour. One of the kids say they that it was some kind of animal, but once they got closer it was obvious the corpse was human."

Seeley nods a bit, not listening completely but enough to get the gist. "I want the remains and anything else you can possibly find bagged and taken back to to the lab. I have a friend back in DC I'd like to get an opinion on about the girl's identity, so I'll need full cooperation here, got it?" As he finishes, Seeley glances back to the officer he was talking to, raising a brow for effect that he's sure is able to be seen even in the dark.

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he says and at that turns to head over to the remains. Remains. It's a word Bones always used that he finds himself saying more and more now. Truth be told, he misses their duo checking out crime scenes, questioning witnesses together, and solving cases. She had a certain quality about her work that no one he's met since has and is likely to stay that way. Wincing at the smell and sight of the remains, Seeley only looks at the body briefly then starts searching around the scene for anything else that might be useful.

"Agent Booth, over here," one of the other agents call and Seeley uses his light to walk over. They both shine their lights down on a piece of jewelry half buried in the sand. Pulling a cloth from his pocket, Seeley pulls the necklace from the sand and hold it up, using the light to study it more.

"Amanda," he reads off the locket and sighs. It's not the name of his missing girl, but hopefully this is a step in the right direction to finding out the girl's identity. "Bag it, take it back to the lab. I'll send a shot over to my forensic anthropologist for verification."

sniperbooth @ 2008-03-02T14:38:00

2008-03-02T19:38:20Z

The Sexlife Motto of
Seeley

" Do what I say "

'What is your Sexlife Motto?' at QuizUniverse.com

075. TEN things you should talk to a therapist about. thetenspot

2008-02-24T03:05:14Z

1. I
2. only
3. talk
4. to
5. English
6. about
7. my
8. unresolved
9. issues.
10. Thanks.

EM: March - If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?

2008-02-22T22:16:42Z

//locked//

Out of all the people I've looked up to or admired from a soldier standpoint or as an agent, there are plenty who I'd be thrilled to meet. Past generals of the country or great leaders. Then there are the people I'd love to meet but wouldn't really want to go around admitting the fact out loud. Certain muscians, actors and actresses, authors, there's plenty I could go on and on about wanting to meet. They're all for different reasons. Some good, some kind of pointless in the end.

I guess I could forget all of those if I was able to meet one other person. She's dead so it's not likely I'd be able to in the first place, though who knows given what goes around here sometimes. I'd like to meet Gabe's mother. I have honestly no idea what I'd want to say to her if I did meet her, but that doesn't change the fact that I'd still like to see who she was. Of course, there's always the curiousity of what my father saw in her and did what he did, but that's not the point here.

I wouldn't say that I was sorry because even though what happened to her with my dad and after was terrible, I have no reason to say those words to her myself. Maybe she'd ask more questions than I would, I don't know, but it's still a curiousity that I'll never be able to get rid of probably.

EM: Valentine's Day gifts ... or more like Christmas actually

2008-02-15T06:23:20Z

Okay, so I'm not involved with anyone exactly but there is a new girl in my life so she couldn't just not get anything for Valentine's Day right? Of course not. Even if I may get things randomly ~~all~~ some of the time anyway. It's a special day and Arabella deserves a few things if I do say so myself.

The first thing is something that used to be popular back in the day for kids and I thought they were great ideas so I was able to get a Heart-To-Heart Bear in very good shape. They don't make them anymore, but the heart still beats as strong as ever. Also, Angela told me that the Taggie blankets are nice because of all the different textures on them. And that one has hearts because hello Valentines.

Now for the clothes. This one, I've gotta admit, is my favorite. And then there was an entire matching set at the store I went to and the lady helping me couldn't stop going on and on how she'd look adorable in the clothes. So. First the dress, a hat, and shoes. And a sweater because we're in DC and it's February. And a pair of butterfly socks just for the hell of it.

Oh, and this. Because I couldn't help myself.

Last, we've got some toys. She's not old enough for it yet, but I really liked this. And a couple things to hang in her crib. Mallory the Monkey and you can't have a monkey without Dylan the Duck.

And something for Gabe to play with. I mean, play with the baby.

For Parker, I went with fewer things, but much bigger. A little something for him to ride on while we walk with the baby down the street. And there might be some candy.

And, no, I didn't forget you either. There's a huge box or two of candy in the kitchen with your name on it.

Happy Valentine's Day.

sniperbooth @ 2008-02-14T01:54:00

2008-02-14T06:54:41Z

Life is a Soundtrack
Rules:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie.

Opening Credits:

Fully Loaded Clip by 50 Cent (lmfao 50 Cent)

Waking Up:

Resurrection by H.I.M.

First Day At School:

Feel Fine by Augustana

Playtime/Childhood:

Highway Star by Deep Purple

Falling In Love:

Electrical Storm by Joseph Arthur

Fight Song:

Three Minute Hero by The Selector

Breaking Up:

Ask Me A Question by Minipop

Prom:

Bump N' Grind by R. Kelly (oh lord)

Life's OK:

Over My Head by Fleetwood Mac

Mental Breakdown:

Gone Country by Alan Jackson (well if seeley went country then, yes, he would have a mental breakdown)

Driving:

Come On by Ben Jelen

Flashback:

Close Your Eyes (Buffy/Angel love theme) by Christopher Beck (L.M.F.A.O. I THINK I JUST DIED A LITTLE)

Getting Back Together:

You Know How I Do by Taking Back Sunday

Wedding:

I Love You Anyways by Travis

Birth of Child:

Always For You by Michelle Featherstone

Final Battle:

A Good Idea At The Time by OK Go

Death Scene:

Out To Sea by Smile Empty Soul

Funeral Song:

Unintended by Muse

End Credits:

Fun, Fun, Fun by The Beach Boys

FM: February - paranoid

2008-02-11T02:39:18Z

This was insane. I'd looked around the hospital after seeing the so-called "terrorist attack" on the news and hadn't been able to find out a thing. The bureau hadn't been able to give me anymore answers than the dumbass reporters on the news had. Terrorist attack? Yeah, I wasn't buying it. Why? Two words: Wolfram and Hart. Alright that was technically three words. One thing I knew for sure, though. I couldn't just let this sit. What can I say? I'm paranoid.

So it was time to make a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, hi. What did you guys do?"

The voice on the other end of the line went quiet for a moment. "Excuse me? Who is this?"

"Special Agent Seeley Booth. Look, I know things weren't what the entire media is making it out to be. Terrorist attack? Yeah, no. Why would any terrorist attack a law firm when said law firm happens to cater to criminals in the first place?"

"Oh."

I sighed and started pacing from one end of my living room to the kitchen and back again. "Angel, listen. Just tell me what happened."

There was another pause in the phone, but then finally Angel started to speak again. "It's complicated."

"And?"

"And we did what we had to do."

"You blew up a lawfirm." Great idea. Really.

"No, we didn't blow up Wolfram and Hart. We sent their partners to hell."

Now it was my turn to pause. They did what? Hey, I'm Catholic. I get the heaven and hell thing. Not to mention, ever since seeing whats his face here, my scope for the supernatural was a bit broadened. "What do you mean, you sent them to hell?"

"What it sounds like. Agent Booth, things were happening that you'll never be able to understand. Trust me, you won't want to undersand them. The Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart weren't exactly.. well, there's a reason that place has the reputation that it does. They were powerful and probably more so that you, yeah especially you, would be able to comprehend. They needed to be taken care of and that's what happened. There clean up that needs to happen and we all know that, but there wasn't any other way without even more death in the long-run."

"How many were killed? Of yours, how many were killed?"

"I don't know the official count, but there were a lot. All the arrangements and hospital costs have been taken care of or will be within the next few days. We're trying to do as much as possible and as quickly as possible on this end of things." I heard an audible sigh into the phone.

"Is there anything that I can do?"

"Keep the story going about the attack. It's what everyone should believe for their own good. If there's anything, I'll be sure to let you know."

"Alright. Thanks for the information and, hey. Try not to destroy the city anymore than you already have."

I think I could basically hear Angel's eyes rolling through the phone. "We'll do our best, Agent Booth. Bye."

Hanging up the phone, I stopped pacing and stared hard at the wall. Evil law firms and full-scale battles in the middle of downtown Los Angeles? Yeah, I was still paranoid.

EM: February - Beautiful

2008-02-02T05:08:54Z

He's sitting at the kitchen table going over paperwork when the doorbell rings. It's getting late and he isn't expecting anyone, so he pauses for a second and tries to think who'd be at the door. Gabe had moved in recently and it's not as if he'd need to ring the doorbell anyway. Bones usually called first and she normally knocked instead of using the bell. People always have their certain ways to letting you know they were there.

Making sure he had his place marked in his notes, Seeley closes up the file and stands to head for the door. Once it's opened, he freezes and looks at the two people, no it's three people, standing there in front of him. He's not sure if he believes what he's seeing at first even though he should have been expecting it ever since the girl showed up on his doorstep over a month ago. There's a boy with her this time and it looks as if he's trying to size Seeley up for some reason. Focusing back on the girl, the mother of his child, he then looks to the baby she's now holding in her arms instead of carrying in her womb.

"I--.. come in," he says and quickly steps out of the way so they all can come inside the house. The fact that he's become a father again and that the baby she's holding is his daughter hasn't sunk into his mind yet completely.

Camilla offers Seeley a smile, but a sad one, and looks down at their daughter. Seeley notices how much she looks like her mother. Darkened skin and hair, and he'll bet his car that the eyes will be her exact shade of blue-green.

"Seeley," she says after a beat and nods to the boy she brought with her. "This is Andrew. He's helped me this entire time and has helped keep the baby a secret from the demon." Right. The demon. "And this," she smiles down at the baby again. "Is Arabella."

"Arabella," he repeats after her and stares at the baby girl. She's asleep right now and looks as peaceful as he's ever seen anyone ever look. Camilla steps over to him and places Arabella in Seeley's arms and for a second, he's speechless. No, more than a second. More like a few dozen seconds. The baby makes a soft noise and finally he smiles again and rubs a soft finger over her cheek. "I'm your daddy."

When he looks back up at Camilla, it's easy to see that giving her daughter up is the last thing she wants to do. "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay here?" he asks, knowing it's a lost cause. He tried as hard as he could the last time she was here before the baby was even born.

She smiles at him softly, but shakes her head. "That would be nice, but I can't. She's safest here with you and where my choices can't follow her. I know you'll keep her safe."

They all stand there in Seeley's living room for a few more moments, all watching the tiny baby girl in his arms. Then finally, Camilla turns to Andrew and nods. It's time for the two of them to go.

"If.. anytime you want to see her. Please. Don't hesitate to come here or call. I know that.. anytime, alright?"

She nods at him. "Okay." Stepping over towards him and the baby, Camilla leans over and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "Goobye, baby girl. Mommy loves you," she whispers and then backs away. There are tears in her eyes and Seeley just watches the two of them as they walk towards the door. Andrew steps forward and performs the same gesture and moves to put an arm around Camilla as they stop at the door.

"Thank you for taking care of her," Seeley says to Andrew.

"You too," Andrew says in return and then after a few more exchanged looks, the door is closed and both are gone.

Seeley stands in the middle of his living room, not really sure what to do with himself for a few seconds. There's a newborn baby in his arms and really all he can do is watch her. Gabe will be home in a while but until then Seeley sits down on the couch and stares down in awe of the baby girl. His baby girl. He's a father again and the miracle is just as beautiful or more than he remembered.

FM: February - Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting. -John Russell

2008-01-29T01:16:42Z

The thing about being an FBI agent is that you get a head's up when things start to go down in your own city or sometimes in someone else's. This time? I never saw it coming. Not even a phone call from the office before I caught the special report on the news about some huge ass battle going on in one of the business parts of the city. The big name on the news? Wolfram and Hart. I couldn't believe it when I heard the words.

It's like ever since I had the run in with Faith and Angel that my entire world here in Los Angeles has become different. I can't explain it, but.. things are different. I thought DC had its problems, but this place? It was never ending.

I watched the insanity on screen and couldn't believe my eyes. The cameras weren't able to get half as close as they might normally be able to because of all that was going on there. Something about beasts you only heard about in the movies. But then again, I knew different didn't I? I'd seen one up close and personal not to mention loaded the thing with bullets. The name Wolfram and Hart meant something and if this battle was going down in their district? I knew exactly who was involved in all of this.

Getting on the phone with my boss, I tried to get answers about what exactly was going on without revealing too much. I doubt explaining that, yes, that probably was a real dragon and not some Hollywood prop would get me into therapy again and that's the last thing I wanted. I wasn't in DC; this was LA. Who knew what kind of Dr. Feel-Good they'd stick me with here.

Turns out the FBI knew even less than I did or at least that's what they were telling me. Hanging up the phone, I decided to call down to the number I'd gotten from Angel just in case I came across anything that raised a question mark in the "demon" category. This sure raised one hell of a question mark alright, but when I didn't get any answer I knew that he had to be in the thick of it. What other explanation was there? Nevermind, I never asked that question.

Rushing out of the door, I jumped in my car and drove towards the hospital. There were reports of serious injuries coming in at the hospital and it had to be related. I needed to know what was going on. If Angel or Faith or even the Osborn kid was involved in this. Or, you know, the girl I'd found out was involved with all of them too. Serenity. All of this was insane, but that pretty much described a lot of my days here lately.

Just another day in Los Angeles.

EM: February - confession

2008-01-28T05:37:28Z

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was... nevermind.

It's no secret that I'm a Catholic. Bones usually has something to say at the most inappropriate times about my beliefs, God, or religion and faith in general but I've never let her shake me in the past. Not that I"ve always been firm in what I believe, but in recent years I've been pretty faithful. I go to Mass every Sunday, I pray, I .. try to behave myself on most days and I've done my best to raise my son the same way my father raised me.

Fine, so I haven't been to a confession in a while but there have been a lot of things I've done that I don't always want to repeat to anyone much less a priest so I find it hard to actually get myself inside of that confessional every so often. Besides, English is kind of like a priest in a way, right? I tell him what's going on and he listens and tells me what I need to do differently. Or sometimes I just talk and he comes up with something I apparently need to do differently anyway.

Luckily, not all of those things stick. Like changing my certain sense of style. A style that are not a little rebellions against my superiors.

Maybe it is time I got up the stones and knelt down in one of those boxes. Yeah, I'll let you know after it's over.