Booth was finally back to work. So far his third shift had gone as expected. Homicide across town, gruesome as always. Endless phone calls and politics to deal with, zero leads, zero time. The case he was working was pressing. If too much time passed, the case would go cold and a killer would walk without prosecution. Seeley just couldn't have that. The victim was a young woman who had everything going for her in the future. Just out of college, 4.0 grade point average, and popular to boot. She'd been left to die like an animal in the street.
Seeley had drawn up his connections mentally to the case and started looking for the killer. First stop was the closest police station. Forensics should be able to pick up finger prints or DNA on the murder weapon which he carried in a plastic zipbock just like the academy taught him day one. He really didn't care which forensics team looked at his weapons anymore since he didn't have his squints, none of them were as precise or quick as they would ever be, but they could at least give him a general idea of a direction to go in. A more positive I.D. then gut feeling like he was riding on when he arrived in time only to hear a familiar, and insulting voice directed at a short and stocky police officer who looked almost bored with the drunken teenager placed infront of him. It wasn't like that cop hadn't heard all the insults in the book before, he was unfazed by the insult. Booth was not.The pair was a short distance away, but it didn't take rocket science to see who it was. He knew that face, that devil may care attitude and his eyes narrowed dangerously for a minute on Puck. At that point he didn't approach, or let himself be known in any way to them. He just went on about his business.
His hand that was holding the ziplock was still covered in a white glove as he worked on calling over one of the forensic officers to take the evidence from him. They were still a short distance away from the ridiculous little scene he couldn't believe was infront of his eyes. "What'd that kid do?" He spoke in a low voice as he handed off the evidence bag to a female officer who looked briefly amused and filled Booth in on the story. "Where's the America's Dumbest Criminals video crew when we need them most?" He commented at the end of her explanation and offered the slightest smirk. She took the bag and explained it would be a few hours before the tests they had to run would be complete. Standard procedure, yada yada yada.
Booth calmed himself down completely when the woman turned to leave and finally made his move toward Puck and the poor officer dealing with his processing. "I heard you were pretty heroic tonight, Puck." The short officer processing the teenager looked up in surprise to see a suited FBI agent behind him. His tone was seething with disbelief and anger. Still he managed to keep a calm expression.