So I started to write this story the other day. I don't know if to keep going with it, or to just delete it. So tell me what to do. :l

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Temperance Brennan was 17 years old, her parents had disappeared two years ago, her brother following two months later. She had worked hard to get to where she was, finally used to the abuse and the horrible treatment from home and school. She was smart, she was working as a part time secretary in the Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh. That's right, she was in Pittsburgh, PA. Who knew, right? A small town Illinois girl in the city. It was kind of a funny story, one second she was hated by her foster parents and the next, they adopted her and took her out of state.

Mrs. Layla Rossini was really controlling and fake. She had straight, shoulder length, blond hair. Her eyes a faded green shade, in her early forties, tall, petite body, and with a tanned light skin. Her cheekbones were hid under a lot of blush, her fake neon colored nails a long inch, her eyebrows were waxed in an arched angle, and her lips full of red lipstick. Her husband, Mr. Aaron Rossini was a rich, handsome, flirty pervert. He liked power, and money. He had pale light skin, dark green eyes, muscles well toned and defined, tall like his wife, and very strict. He owned the Italian mob business and all of the drug dealers answered to him. He was richer than the european continent together. But to keep up with appearances, they lived in the bad side of town, an apartment on the second floor.

She had her own room, one big bed, and a desk to the side. There was a hall bathroom that only she used, and a small closet that was hers. They lived right in between a bunch of apartment buildings. So to get to school, she would have to climb out of her window, down the fire scape, and through a long alley to get to the main street. The old neighbor, who was a really cranky lady, moved a couple of weeks ago, now there was a new neighbor that they had yet to meet. Most people who lived around here weren't that shady as her adoptive parents. Most of them were really nice people who just couldn't afford a luxurious place. As she made her way down the fire scape stairs, she noticed a man looking at her curiously through the next door's window. She just smiled and went farther down. He must be the new neighbor... 'I wonder how old he is...I put him at 21 or 22.'

As she neared the last step she looked down to make sure she didn't step on some trash or sticky stuff, when she saw the woman lying on her back, eyes open and lifeless. If this had happened three years ago, she would've screamed and ran to tell her parents, but she had seen people do worse things, other than ending their lives. So she jumped over the body, called up to the third floor.

"Yo, Joey!" She looked up to see a young boy stuck his head from the small balcony, three windows to the left and up form hers.

"Yea', Tee?"

"Throw the phone down, will you?" She caught the small cell-phone with ease and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Telling the lady all the details, she hung up and threw the phone back up.

"Who'd yu' call?" Joey said in his normal curious voice.

"None of your business." She said sternly. She met Joey about four months back, when she had just moved in. He was three years younger than her, and was still in middle school. He had life hard. His parents were drug addicts who beat him up every chance they had. But he would never tell on them, they were the only family he had left. His dark grey eyes, soft brown hair only made him look younger. But he had the attitude and experience of a 30 year old. Brennan treated him like a little brother, he was the only friend she kept around in this city. School was just school, this was her last year and she was almost done with it. She wasn't there to make friends, she was there for an education. After she graduated she was headed to New York, she had saved all her money since the day she was left behind by her parents. And now she had just enough to rent an apartment there and live all on her own for the summer. She had full blown scholarships to many colleges but she hadn't chosen one yet. She was probably going to go to Northwestern University, back home. Which was dumb, according to her adoptive parents, but she didn't need their permission to go to college and they would rather have her away at college then with them, because apparently she was becoming a burden. And she couldn't be happier to get away from their sick lives.

As she stood there, waiting for a cop car to show up, because if she left, they would think she was the killer and if the cops went to her adoptive mother, who was probably still sleeping from parting so hard last night, would hit her so hard, she would wish she was the one dead. So she stood there, two feet from the crime scene. She studied the woman, and became aware of how her body looked deformed, how her bones popped in very horrible places. She sighed, and stepped away from the wall, when she finally saw the cop car. 'I'm going to be so late for school, and when Layla finds out, she'll won't let me into the house! This guy better not take too long, or I'll make sure he knows how mean a teenage girl can be.'

Getting out of the car, Detective Seeley Booth looked at himself in the rear view mirror. He hadn't had any decent sleep in a while. It was funny how, when he was finally dozing off after moving all his stuff in, he gets a call that there's a body. Right down his apartment. It couldn't of taken more than ten seconds to get down the stairs and see it, but he was a cop, and had to dress like one. So he had showered, changed, and walked down the other side of the building, to his car, and drove the ten feet to the front of the alley. When he finally reached it, he walked down to the end, where the fire scape stairs were, and looked at the brunette he had seen that morning. She was beautiful. Blue-eyed, wavy light brown hair made into a messy bun, she wore a black blouse with a small jacket, dark skinny jeans, and converse shoes. He couldn't really tell her age, but she was in between 16 and 19. Her dark red bag full of books, told him she was in high school, and the way she sent daggers at him, made him realize he had been staring at her for too long. He looked past her and down to the body. He bent down and put on white medical gloves. The medical examiner probably wasn't going to come for another five minutes, so he grabbed the camera around his neck and started to snap pictures, forgetting for a second the young lady watching him.

Temperance Brennan looked at the cop coming her way, he wasn't a rookie, that was for sure, rookies had nervous looks, while this one looked all confidence and what not. Probably been a cop for a couple of years. His wet dark brown hair and warm tired chocolate eyes, told her he had just woken up. She remembered him from the window, and now just raised her eye brows at how he looked at her, but after a moment too long, he had started to stare, which made her sent daggers his way. He wore the usual suit with badge and gun on the hip. He looked quite good in that red tie he wore, and the camera around his neck put him in more of a casual look. The way he invested all of his attention to the body after he had seen it, made her interested in how he worked. He snapped pictures of the face, the middle, and the feet. He took pictures of the alley around them and the garbage bins on the other side of the stairs. After about five minutes of picture taking and silence, Brennan coughed loudly to get his attention.

"I walked down here and saw her, I didn't touch anything or saw anything. Now I need to go, do you need to know anything else?"

Booth like the way she spoke, with pure power and challenge. He just nodded and pulled out his paper and pad.

"Name?"

"Temperance Brennan"

"Age?"

"Why do you need to know that?" Brennan said with her hands on her hips.

"We need to know this things, so how old are you?" He looked up from his pad into the anger filled blue eyes of the feisty teenager.

"17, you?"

"You live up there?" He pointed to her window, and she just raised her eyebrow at him. "Well, do you? Or did you come from someone's room up there?"

He was insinuating she was with a boy. And that just made anger boil inside her. "Yes, I live there." Brennan said through clenched teeth.

"Already then." Booth clapped his hands happily. "You are free to go." He smiled his charm smile that had all the women melting to his feet every time he used it. But unlike every other time, the young lady in front of him didn't even pause, just made her way out of the alley rapidly. But a yell from a balcony three floors up stopped her in her tracks.

"Tee!" A young boy popped his head out to look below them.

"What?" She said in an exasperated voice.

"Mr. Rossini jus' got called that yu' weren't at school, and he's pissed." He said out of breath, it looked like he'd been running. "I heard the conversation up in the seventh floor, an' he was shoutin' like crazy that he was going to find yu' and make sure yu' understood when he said that school was a privilege, he meant it. I ran as soon I heard that, an' yu' should hide, Tee, 'cause that man's out there to get yu'!" He said pointing his thumb behind him.

Booth didn't know what was going on, but from the looks of it, someone was going to do something to Temperance, and that's when he saw her throw her bag full of books to the boy up three floors and bolt out of the alley and into the morning sunlight.

Brennan knew that Layla wouldn't let her come into the house if she missed school, but Aaron was different, he would make her stay inside for the rest of the week, considering it was Monday, she so didn't want that. He would do bizarre things to her if he stayed with her throughout the week, so she needed a place to go, and Joey's was so not it. Joey had enough problems on his own, and her adoptive mop boss father knocking on his door wasn't going to be one of them. She would have to be in hiding for a month, if she was lucky, this had happened before, and she hid with one of Joey's friends out of town, but one of the drug dealers had seen her and turned her back in after two weeks. Aaron had made sure she knew what his promises meant, and kept her locked in the house for a week, and afterwards acted like it was just another day. That time, it had been a good one. The other time she had done this, she had taken a bus far far away and stayed in a shelter for a one week, and that was when Layla and her friends had passed by the shelter to laugh at everyone inside, only to find her sleeping in one of the cots. She had dragged her back to their house and made her live in the dog house on the building's rooftop. They owned the building, so no one had questioned why there was a doghouse on the roof. She was gagged and chained to the small and very old wooden house. But she had found a place on the other side of the state that was safe and solid, but she needed a car to get there, and the last time she went she stayed for a month and the Rossini's had cooled down by then, so she had come back and they had only told her to not do it again. And that had been one of the many reasons why today could not happen. She was only a month and a half away from graduating, if she didn't find a place to stay while they were trying to find her, she would by far, be loosing the privilege of ever going to college. Running out of the alley she didn't know where to go. There was no way she could go to the bad boys anywhere around here, they all knew Aaron and would turn her in. Everyone knew Aaron, and if they didn't, they definitely knew Layla, and there was nowhere to hide.

Booth ran after her, seeing her at the corner of the street looking lost back and forth, he approached her and touched her shoulder.

Det. Booth didn't know Aaron or Layla, but she wasn't about to spill her guts to him, so she just shrugged him off and started to walk away.

"I can help you." He said quietly.

"No you can't." She laughed sarcastically. "You don't even know me, and you have only lived here, what, a couple of hours? You really don't know anything about this place."

"Then, let me help you. Let me help you." His eyes bore into hers, that's when she saw his figure, running out of the apartment building, Aaron and the gun sellers from Detroit. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards another alley on the other side of the street. She put her hand over his mouth when he spoke. She watched intently as they passed by them with guns on their sides. This was dangerous territory, and if they so much as move an inch, their heads would be blown off. After she was sure they were gone, she let out a deep breath, took her hand from his mouth and smiled.

"You made through your first mob street pass... congratulations."

"What are you talking about?"

"Those people that just passed us by, they own the city, and not even the CIA can stop them, so don't bother to try. That was Mr. Rossini, the one the held the biggest gun on his side."

"And he's after you? Why?"

"'Cause of I wasn't at school. He makes sure, that the secretary calls him if I am so much as a minute late for school, or if I don't make it to school. And each time, this happens when I'm not at school, because education happens to be a privilege, not a right." She quotes him in a sarcastic voice. "He's just trying to get an excuse to make me stay home for a week to do things...unimaginable."

"Sick"

"Welcome to Pittsburgh."