Death of a Child

Prompt: #002 Toys

Notes: Written for 30angsts

Brennan sifted absently through the selection of toys and other personal items that had arrived with their latest victim. The victim was another child of ten years old, who had been reported weeks earlier as missing. His body had only just been found earlier in the day and sent to the Jeffersonian for her to look over.

Picking up a stuffed bear, Brennan found her mind wandering off to the injustice of it all. The boy had barely lived his life and it was already over. He hadn't even entered into his teens, for Christ's sake! It was completely and utterly unfair.

One thing Brennan was certain of: children made her job harder.

"Tempe?" the sound of Angela's voice startled Brennan back to reality. She glanced up from the teddy bear to meet her friends' eyes and then slowly looked back down. Her knuckles were white from clenching the toy so hard and she realised she was shaking slightly.

"It's just…" she began to explain, "this boy. He's so…young." She searched Angela's face for understanding and lifted the toy in the air to emphasise.

Angela gave her a sympathetic look and moved over to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know, hon. I know it's hard." She paused for a moment while Brennan composed herself as well as she could. "Why don't you take a break for awhile?" she suggested.

Brennan shook her head decisively. "No, I'm fine. I've got to work." Without so much as a second glance in Angela's direction, she forced herself to focus on the details of the case, pushing the images of the boy out of her mind.