"Christine" I yelled, glancing at my new wrist watch. We're going to be late.
"Comin'" She said, while running towards me. As she ran, her long, brown hair pounced behind her as she ran. Her little brown eyes sparkled and her pretty, little smile made me smile. Christina is one of the most whole-hearted, funniest, smartest eight year olds I knew.
I love Christina. She is the striking resemblance of her mom. Just thinking about Bones makes me tear up a little bit. I remember the case so well… Bones had just found out that she was pregnant again, though she had not yet told me. I remember waking up that morning to the phone blasting the tone to "Blue Suede Shoes", which was my work tone. Answering the phone, I found out there was a body found at 45 and Wellington. Softly shaking Brennan awake, I told her about the body dump. She slid on a soft pink tank top and long jeans with fake rhinestones on the pockets. It was beautiful and lacy, but not something one would usually wear to a crime scene.
"Are you sure you want to wear that?" I had asked her as we walked out of the room.
"Is there something wrong with my outfit, Booth?" she asked looking up at me, a bit of frustration in her voice.
"No, it's beautiful. But why would you want to wear it to a crime scene it could get messed up." I had said, trying not to offend her. Then I just shook my head. Bones had been acting weirdly since last night. I just didn't know what had gotten into her lately. Bones always acted strange... but not usually like that.
At the time, Christina was three. Being as smart as she was, she was already enrolled into the local preschool. She could read chapter books, and she already knew her basic multiplication facts. She could count to 59 and was an amazing dancer. She could melt your heart when she sang, just like her mother.
After getting her breakfast, we had all jumped into Mr. Smart, which was what we had renamed Brennan's smart car. We then had dropped Christine off at her new preschool. As we reached the crime scene, I watched Brennan, wondering why she'd been acting so weird lately. After it looked as she seemed to notice, I turned my head away.
When we go to the crime scene the police officer was standing there. I asked him what room the crime scene was in. After receiving the information, I traveled to room 302 to see the crime scene. I opened the door to the crime scene... I couldn't believe the sight that was facing me. My heart seemed to come to a stop. My mouth fell open.
The body of a young woman was lying on the old, dusty floor of an old, abandoned building. Its flesh had been eaten away by various hungry insects and rodents. There was a stench that lingered in the air and was like no other. It was the smell of death; one I had smelled one too many times. But there was a smell of something else, but I didn't know what. But although it was a disgusting sight, and the stench made my eyes burn, that wasn't what disturbed me the most, what disturbed me the most is what made my anger boil to a point I was going to explode. Plastered on the wall were photos of Brennan, her brother, Max, her mom, and Christine. Spray painted on a blank spot of the wall was the words "THATS WHAT U GET".
Glancing to the musty corner of the room I saw Cam, sitting in a chair, everyone surrounding her. Her face was flushed red and streaked with tears, and more fell as aI looked at her. Her tears dropped to the floor like an unhappy April shower.
I slipped on a pair of purple gloves and took a driver's license out of one of the plastic evidence bags. I glanced at the owner's name. Michelle Welton. At that moment my anger exploded. I walked over to Cam. "You okay?" I asked, my anger at the guy who did this bubbled inside me. I wanted to scream at the world, cuss into the air, stab the man that did this, but now I had to be respectful for Cam.
"How could he do this to her? Why her, why her?" she cried, as she slowly rised and started walking over to the shady window. She cried, and gently wiped her face with a delicate cloth. "Why her?"
"Don't worry Cam, we'll catch this bastard." I said, slowly approaching her and putting my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. My eyes traveled to the photos on the wall. Why was definately on my mind.