She had lost herself again in the piecing togher of the skull and had almost forgotten the invitation she'd extended to Dr. Lecter. That is until she heard the familiar soothing voice call her name from outside the lab. She looked up, gently placing the skull on her exam table. Walking around the table she went to meet him.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Lecter." She nodded to him, peering at the backpack he carried behind him. "Please," she motioned to an empty exam table with light filtering up through the top, "put them here." She walked around the other side of the table and waited for the specimens to be laid out on the table.
She couldn't imagine why they were in a backpack, and she hoped they hadn't been too badly damaged bouncing about inside it. She watched eagerly as the contents of the backpack were brought out and set upon the table. She couldn't begin to explain her eagerness, but she loved Bones. She loved getting to the heart of their mystery. It was facinating still. They always told a different story, and none so far were very similar at all.