OK…Sophia: 5, FBI: 0…Booth's turn…lol…yay…
Chapter 2
Booth and Brennan both looked at Cullen.
"Scary isn't it?"
"A little."
"Alright, Booth. You're up."
"What about me?"
Booth looked at his partner briefly before his eyes settled back on girl on the other side of the glass.
"Gimme a few minutes with her, Bones. Feel her out, you know?"
"Fine…"
Booth nodded and left the room. Cullen and Brennan watched as he entered the other room.
The girl didn't even look up as he entered the room, her gaze remained straight ahead as he walked around the table. He took a seat opposite her and found himself momentarily stunned as he got a good look at her face.
It was completely blank. As unsettling as this was, her eyes concerned him more. They were dark blue and hollow. Almost dead.
"You got a name or are you just gonna stare at me the whole time?"
He mentally shook himself and returned to the moment.
"Booth. Seeley Booth."
"How very 'Bond-like' of you. I don't think I'm required to introduced myself because I'm sure you already know my name and pretty much everything else about me. So let's skip the pleasantries and see what'cha got, sport."
She leaned back in the chair once more and crossed her arms over her chest.
He couldn't suppress the grin. He mimicked her pose and smiled at her.
"Humor me, if you will. What's your name?"
She tipped her head slightly and the corner of her mouth twitched once more.
"Manccini. Sophia Manccini."
"Nice to meet you."
"Is this an interrogation or a tea party?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were thirsty."
"Well…I could do with some caffeine. I've been here for 4 hours."
Booth looked up at the guard and nodded at him. The guard looked confused for a moment before leaving the room. He looked back at Sophia once more.
"So…what's new?"
She shrugged.
"Not much…other than being detained by you lovely gentlemen, of course."
"Of course."
"Think you're gonna get something out of this just by walking in here with that confident stride, laid back attitude, and gorgeous grin?"
"Maybe."
"Good luck with that."
He tipped his head at her, once again copying her.
"I'm trying to be nice and get to know you. You're the one being resistant to the process."
"I'm not a fan of head games, Agent Booth."
"Me neither."
"What do you call this then?"
"A pleasant conversation."
Her eyes flashed with momentary confusion.
"What are you doing?"
"That's the biggest reaction we've gotten out of her all day. He's good."
"He reads people."
He leaned forward on the table and looked at her openly. She leaned back a little further as if wary of his sudden proximity. But it didn't deter him.
"What happened to you?"
"What?"
"What happened to you to put that look in your eyes?"
"What look?"
"Like you've got nothing left to live for."
Her face shook off all the emotion the last minute had put on her face.
"That's because I don't."
His eyes softened further.
"Sophia. You can trust me."
A short, humorless laugh escaped her.
"Oh, that's rich, Agent Booth. I don't know you. My family is The Family. And you're asking me to trust you when the Deputy Director of the FBI and God knows who else is standing on the other side of the glass."
"Cullen is back there. And the only other person back there is my partner. Both of them you can trust as well. What you're doing is dangerous and we need to keep you safe."
"But you need to know why I'm doing it."
"I'm sorry, but yes."
"You're really gonna let some of the most powerful murderers on the East Coast go…just because you want a reason from me? That's a sad commentary on our justice system."
"They just want to be sure this is all legitimate."
"'They'? Not you?"
"Personally I think your reasons are your own. I'm sure they're good enough. But we need to know them, regardless."
She frowned slightly and he saw something like sadness creep into her eyes for a moment. She looked around the room for a moment before settling on him once more.
"Can we get out of here?"
"What?"
"I'll…tell you what I can…but I not here. And only you. No one tailing us. No wire. Just you."
"She can't ask that, can she?"
"At this point, she's not a threat. It's his call."
"Not a threat!? This could all be a set up!"
"It's his call, Dr. Brennan."
He looked at her for a long moment. He could almost see the desperation in her eyes.
"You like pie?"
A/N: There ya go. Booth fixes everything with pie. YAY PIE!!!!!!!
