So this was where it was to begin? Handcuffed at the F.B.I. this was exactly how I planned on spending my vacation. I glance around the room but notice nothing of interest. Even the two way mirror loses my attention after a few minutes. I was starting to wonder if anyone remembered I was here when he walked in. He was tall and well muscled. His hazel eyes and brown hair made his broad forehead seem like it was used for heavy thinking, I think the term is brooding. The woman who walked in behind him had a visitor badge. That seemed strange, why would an agent need a visitor's badge? I was pulled from my thoughts by whiskey tones.
"My name is Special Agent Seeley Booth. This is my partner Doctor Temperance Brennan. We would like to ask you some questions. Is that ok?" the agent asked kindly. They had taken seats across from me.
"Isn't there supposed to be a lawyer present? I am only sixteen years old. Dr. Brennan are you F.B.I to?" I asked them, unconsciously moving my hands. Reminding us all that I was still cuffed.
"Here let me get those. She doesn't work at the F.B.I. but she is contracted out by us. So in a sense she does and doesn't work here." Agent Booth replied taking out his keys and releasing me from the cuffs.
I rubbed my wrists. The cuffs hadn't actually hurt me. I just needed to fidget.
"I understand. So why am I here?" I asked avoiding all eye contact. I knew why. I just didn't want to have to face up to why.
"Well for starters you're covered in brain matter and blood. You are obviously involved in a homicide. So come clean on why you killed whoever it is you killed and we will make sure you're tried as a child." Dr. Brennan said calmly.
They actually thought that I had killed someone. I may not know what they did to prove how someone died but I was fairly sure it was plain I had watched the person get shot, not actually do the shooting. The fact that I had brain matter on me proved that. What were they playing at?
"Are you that bad at your job? I am covered in brain matter, meaning I didn't shoot anyone." I hissed at the agent.
He seemed surprised at first that I would have the intelligence to know that I wasn't really going down for murder.
"So who did you watch die?" Agent Booth asked.
"My mother." I replied coldly.
The agent and the doctor exchanged a look. I didn't understand what the look meant. But this thought was nagging at the back of my brain. Seeley Booth where had I heard that name before? Then I knew. It couldn't be could it?
I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a slip of paper that was neatly folded. Slowly unfolding it I read what it had to say before passing it to the agent. He looked horrified before explaining to his partner.
"She is my daughter, Saorsa Fay Booth."