Again edited May 29 2011.
"But I thought Booth only had one sibling?" Hodgins was racking his head for answers.
"And he does, Hodgins this is just a coincidence, not some big conspiracy. But I'm sure you'll make it that." Cam was bent over the victim's body, where she was scraping samples of intact tissue.
"Oh Cam you know me to well." Just then Booth and Brennan walked out of Angela's office and continued out of the lab.
Angela scanned her badge as she joined the rest of the time arriving with more gossip that would only fuel Hodgins even more, "Booth says that Booth is just a popular name."
"Pshaw." Hodgins said as he rolled his eyes and walked over to his station, looking for something to do.
"They look alike." Cam turned to see Angela watching her intently.
"Who?"
"Booth and the victim," Angela swallowed, "They share the same face." She turned her sketch pad to face Cam, she was just beginning to start developing more details to the basic facial structure.
"Angela it's just a coincidence. We're all getting paranoid by spending too much time with Hodgins."
"That's what you want to believe Cam..." she paused and put her hand to her mouth "Oh my god, I am starting to sound like him." she walked away with a stunned look on her face.
Cam smiled and shook her head as she bent over the victim again.
"So where are we going?" Brennan asked as she watched the highway rush by.
"Talking to the victim's family, they said that her mother and her daughter live nearby."
"Where?"
"Glenn Dale, Maryland in the U.S of A." he had a tiny smirk on his face knowing that "U.S of A" would bug his partner.
"Booth I know where we are."
"Just checking." he smiled, he seemed to be in that same annoying mood now.
"Yup." she turned to look out the window.
After a few moments of looking back at his partner he decided that there was something other than his geography joke that was bugging his Bones.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Everybody knows that you are a terrible liar Bones."
"Nothing is the matter Booth." she over stressed his name. She got the nickname thing meant friendship but really even now he still called her that.
"Is it the name thing?"
"Kind of."
"This is just a coincidence. Nothing more about it, we share a last name. Nothing more and nothing less."
"Okay." she nodded, Booth feeling that he wouldn't get anything else out of her dropped the subject.
The FBI issued black SUV parked outside of the bungalow in 2.5 kid's type of neighborhood; the afternoon's rain shower had stopped but the overcast was still holding strong and threatening another downpour. Closing their car doors the anthropologist and the agent walked up the small pathway to the door. Pushing the handle down to the storm door and reaching to the inner door Booth almost had his hand on it, though it was thrown open by a teenage girl.
"Um..." She looked up and down at Seeley, taking a step back inside the doorway.
"Hi..." Seeley looked a bit startled.
Temperance stood back watching. This had to be the victim's daughter; they shared the same heart shaped face, similar heights, the girl being slightly taller. Keira's hair was a bit browner then the girls, but their eyes were an extremely similar blue-gray.
"And you are?" the girl asked looking from Seeley to Temperance.
"I'm with the FBI Agent Seeley Booth."
"I thought you guys were 'special agents'?" the girl asked with slight sarcasm in her voice.
Seeley laughed but returned to his business tone, "We're looking for the relatives of Keira Booth, specifically her daughter Alis." Seeley unknowingly mispronounced the girl's name as Ah-leese.
"I'm Ailis her daughter," Ailis stressed the pronunciation, like the normal Lewis Carroll Alice in Wonderland. "Grammy isn't here she won't be back for awhile.."
"Ailis?"
"Aah-li-ce." she pronounced, obviously this type of situation happened a lot.
"Oh could we talk to you?"
"Um. Wait can I just see your badge again?"
"Good kid." she gave him an eye roll and took his badge and after a few moments returned it and held the door open. The house was a mixture of styles, the young bright colors clashing with the classical taste and furniture of an older member of the community. A boy of around 16 sat; well it was more of a slump position, on the couch. The boy's eyes followed Seeley and then shifted to Temperance.
"Conner, Feds. Feds, Conner." she introduced.
"Really?"
"What?"
"Feds?" Seeley's eyebrows cocked.
"Well its not like Conner is going to be staying for this anyways so..." Conner looked at the group and then he made an 'oh' face, realizing the statement was his cue to leave, which he stood in an awkward silence, muttered a nice to meet you and bye to Ailis and left.
"So um you want to talk about my mom why?" the teen walked around the room picking up random items and setting them on tables and couch, not really cleaning the room but making it somewhat easier to move in.
"Well, our investigation has led us to her disappearance."
Ailis stopped when she said this and look at Seeley, "What's your investigation?"
"We're investigating what appear to be a serial killer's victims."
"Oh." Ailis nodded and started to resume picking up things, though she did it much slower, processing the information she had just been hit with.
"Where is your grandmother?" Seeley inquired, she might be at work.
"Chemo. She has ACT, it affects your thyroid." standing up straight again the girl turned back to Seeley and Brennan.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." In his people-person way Seeley shared his condolences.
Ailis crossed her arms over her chest, "Thanks. Are you going to ask any questions?"
"Yea. Sorry, sorry. When did you last see your mother?"
"September 2008, she was going out to do a few errands in DC. She didn't come home, and the police who originally investigated it said that she never actually made it into town."
"Around the time of her disappearance what was your mother's appearance like?" Unlike Seeley, Brennan didn't require a notebook to remember the information she was being fed.
"She had just lost some weight. So she was skinnier than her license picture. Um, brown hair..." she answered, Seeley scribed the information down in an FBI version of chicken scratch.
"Had she ever broken a bone or been injured?" this was Bones speaking, she needed to know what exactly could identify a victim, even a healed fracture could turn a case around.
"We were in a car accident when I was eight, she broke her left wrist and I dislocated my arm."
"Thanks." Brennan nodded.
"Ailis when will your grandmother be home?" Seeley looked around the house, as if maybe at any moment an elderly woman would walk in from the kitchen.
"Um, the nurse should be driving her home in an hour."
"Oh." he nodded.
"Um, I actually have to go and I kicked out my ride so…" Ailis motioned to the front door. Of course talking to a most likely shocked and grieving teenager about her mother's disappearance, though Brennan could see that Seeley was wavering. The mix between the name "coincidence" and the fact that he just had to deliver this news to a kid.
"I'm sorry. Well can you give your grandmother my card and have her call me. My partner and I need to have an interview with the two of you."
"Oh, okay." copying Seeley's earlier movement, Ailis nodded.
"We'll be leaving." Seeley turned, to Temperance he seemed to be a bit out of it.
The group moved towards the door, Temperance leading the way out the door and over to the car. Though Seeley had turned towards Ailis and handed her his card, "I would appreciate if you guys could make it in as soon as possible."
"We'll try. She's sick." Ailis looked up at him, a slightly "What the hell look" radiating from her eyes.
"Thanks." He stepped away and turned, the door slamming behind him.
It took a few minutes for Ailis to realize why the five minute conversation had affected her; yeah the part about her missing mother, who she considered to be dead more than just simply missing, but there was something else. It had made her stop from making the house seem somewhat acceptable before her grandmother came home. Putting down Conner's halfway empty chip bowl and she walked over to the side table that she had put the card. It had the normal contact information, where he was in the FBI hierarchy and his name.
HIS NAME!
That's what it was, Booth! He was a Booth! Wow, Booth wasn't that much of a common name, especially after the reconstruction era. But it wasn't anybody she knew. Ailis only had two, well what she considered to only be one other person on the Booth side of her genes, and that was her Grammy. So it wasn't going to be any cousin out of the blue. Yup, just a coincky-dink. That's all. She was sure of it nothing more than that. She put the card back onto the where Grammy's medication was laid out in order and grams along with the bills, it wasn't that big of a deal, it was just another Booth.