17 years later, Washington DC
Kylie's POV~ outfit
Who knew that the capital of the United States was so crime filled? I swear I saw at least 3 muggings on the way over to this diner and it was in the middle of the day. Then again after everything I've seen and done not much shocked or surprised me anymore.
I ran across the road causing a car to swerve to avoid hitting me and I pulled up my hood more when I hit the sidewalk. Couldn't risk anyone recognizing me. That would be the last thing I needed right now. I'd made it thru Ohio, Pennsylvania, and right into DC in 5 days on the bus. Technically I'd ridden on the bus from Detroit to DC in 5 days. Before that I'd been in Chicago. My best friend was in Detroit and I'd missed her like crazy. I had no where I was supposed to be, no set plan so I stopped by to visit her. She'd helped me stay pretty much invisible. More on that later.
Royal Diner was right in front of me now. I hated going into public places so fuckin much but I needed sugar. I quietly went up to the counter and ordered a mountain dew. I didn't bother to sit down. It was easier for me to stand. After all I'd been sitting quite a bit lately and bus seats really ain't that fuckin comfortable. The waitress came back and just stared at me waiting for me to pay her. Bitch. I reached into my bra and pulled out 2 bucks. She gave me a dirty look to which I just smirked at.
"Keep the change." I said giving her a fake smile. She rolled her eyes and left. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed this rather attractive guy glance at me. He was sitting with a brown haired woman over near the window. Both of them were dressed up which meant they had a funeral to go to or they worked for the government. The guy looked at me again and I knew that it was time for me to leave. He pulled out his phone and checked something and when he looked up again I knew he knew. I threw the mountain dew glass towards his table and fuckin booked it out the door. I heard him yell after me but I kept going.
No ones POV-
"His femur was completely shattered. Therefore logically speaking I can say that it wasn't the car crash that caused the trauma. From the angle of the impact point and judging from the speed the car was traveling at its impossible." Brennan stated matter of factly. As usual her and Booth were discussing the current case that had come to them earlier that day. A rather gruesome one too. Booth took a sip of his coffee regarding his partner with a slightly bored look. Brennan rolled her eyes at him.
"You do know what the femur is don't you Booth?"
"Yes actually I do!" He replied indignantly. He did spend more time then he would like with the squints and during that time he picked up some of the terminology. Of course he didn't always know what it meant but this time he did. Brennan raised her hands in mock surrender.
His attention was drawn from the extremely smart woman sitting across from him when a young girl walked into the diner. She had her hood up so that it concealed most of her face. Booth could tell that she was young maybe 16 or 17. He watched as she ordered a drink and noticed that she didn't sit down. Years of being a sniper had trained him to pay close attention to all details which he sometimes did now without realizing it. He looked back to Brennan but was aware of the young girl at the same time. He felt like he'd seen her before though he couldn't be sure without seeing her face. She had this sense of familiarity about her though he didn't know why.
"What?" Brennan asked. His gaze flicked back over to the girl before settling back to his partner.
"That girl at the counter… I swear I've seen her before but I don't know where." Brennan looked over her shoulder quickly seeing the teenager Booth was referring to.
"She's young." She observed. Booth nodded in agreement. The girl suddenly looked over at them and Booth caught a much better view of her face. She turned her head away slightly and her whole posture got a little stiffer like she was waiting for a sign of danger. Then it hit Booth. Of course! He pulled out his phone and went to the FBI's missing persons file. A picture came up on his screen. Different hoodie but it was definitely the same girl. He looked up and met her eyes from across the diner. Realization flashed thru them and next thing he knew she threw her glass at him and raced out of the diner.
"Hey!" He yelled jumping to his feet. "Dammit!" He took off after the girl with Brennan running after him.
Kylies POV-
I knew it. I just fuckin knew it! He was a cop! I could tell a cop from 3 states away and I knew that if I got caught this time I was royally fucked. He wasn't no ordinary cop, nah, with those threads he had to be FBI. Fuck my life. I glanced back just in time to see that he was indeed chasing me. His partner veered off down a different street but he stayed right on me. I flew into an alley way with him following close behind. My shoes pounded on the hard concrete as I continued to run. There was a fence at the end and I smirked. I was good at climbing fences and there was a fire escape that I could jump onto.
Taking a flying leap onto the fence I scurried up and flung my body off the top onto the fire escape sliding thru the bars. The guy was quick, quicker then I would've liked but he was only at the bottom of the stairs when I reached the top. Jumping down onto the roof I scanned for a door that would lead into the building. However I had an unexpected surprise when I opened the door. The agent's partner was waiting for me and when I turned around he was like 10 feet away from me. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I tried to breathe again. I had this habit of holding my breath when I ran because I felt that I went faster. I looked around but knew that I was trapped. The agents knew it too.
"Hey easy alright?" The guy said holding a hand up towards me.
"How the fuck did you beat me here? You couldn't have known that I would go on a roof!" I asked talking to the woman. Then I looked down and noticed her shoes. "And your in muthafuckin heels!" She nodded.
"Well from the direction you were headed I knew that there were only two places for you to go. Normally going to the roof isn't rational because of the lack of escape routes however I knew that with your height and weight you'd be able to go faster and possibly head down thru the building which would have thrown us back at least 3 minutes. So it was only logical for me to head there." I simply stared at her for a minute trying to figure out if she was actually serious or not. Judging by her expression though I'd say that she was. Great I got caught by totally wacked out FBI agents. Lucky me as if the regular fed's weren't bad enough.
"Bones don't go into the logical explanation right now. Please." The guy said.
"What no gun?" I asked my tone bitchy. He looked at me.
"Normally that's the first thing he pulls out." 'Bones' said. What kind of name is Bones anyway?
"Bones!" He exclaimed. "Your not under arrest and there's no place for you to go from here. A gun isn't really necessary. Is it?" I shrugged. He nodded to his partner and I dropped my bag and spread my legs apart some. I knew the drill. She patted me down and then reached for my bag. I quickly grabbed it away from her and crossed my arms across my chest.
"I don't think so sweetheart. It ain't gunna be that easy for you." The man pulled out his badge and flashed it at me.
"Yeah I fuckin know your feds. And I don't care Agent-"
"Seeley Booth." He finished.
"Well Agent Booth, the only way your gunna look thru my bag is if you arrest me. So if your gunna do it, do it."
"Can't we just do it the easy way for once? I mean do you really want to be handcuffed when you don't have to be?" He snapped at me. I smirked.
"I like handcuffs." Moving forward he pulled out his cuffs and pulled my arms behind my back. He tossed my purse over to the woman who caught it one handed. The cool metal rubbed against my wrists but I didn't care. I was used to it.
"You always cuff em this fast?" I asked my under lying meaning not escaping him. He glared down at me and wrapped his hand around my upper arm leading me away the woman following. Welcome to DC I thought as he opened the door to his van and I slid inside.
At FBI headquarters, interrogation room-
No ones POV-
Booth stood in front of the table with a file in his hand. Brennan was sitting across from the girl who was leaning back her arms crossed over her chest. Her hood was still up and her bag was on the table in front of her. The cuffs were still on however because of an incident that had occurred when Booth was bringing her into the building. She had elbowed him in the ribs and then quickly swept his legs out from under him. Despite her efforts though he'd caught her again within 3 seconds which indicated to her that he had under went some type of military training as well as the normal FBI shit. She was very good with things like that.
Booth was pissed nonetheless and he wasn't calm enough to sit down. So instead he paced back and forth going over the file repeatedly.
"He do this often?" The girl asked Brennan nodding at Booth who continued to pace.
"Yes." Brennan said. Then Booth dropped the file onto the table and gripped the back of an empty chair.
"Says your names Kylie." He stated.
"Wow an FBI agent who can read. I'm impressed." She said sarcastically enjoying his sigh of frustration. Brennan slid the file over to her a silent signal to Booth that she would take it from there. For once he didn't protest and just let her go.
"Kylie," Brennan started. "It also says that you ran away a little over a month ago from… Jersey." Kylie rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"I'm well informed after all it is my life." Brennan nodded slightly before closing the folder. Kylie raised an eyebrow at her in suspicion not quite sure what she was doing.
"Where did you learn that move earlier when you took Booth down?" Booth shot a glare at her but Brennan ignored it. Kylie bit her lip at the new line of questions. Despite the fact that this woman worked with or for the FBI Kylie couldn't help but kinda like her. That didn't mean that she trusted her, fuck no, she didn't really trust anyone and that wasn't about to change. After a minute of thinking about whether or not she should answer the seemingly simple question Kylie sighed.
"My friend showed me awhile ago. We used to train together and practice different moves."
"I could tell that you had some type of training."
"What and the fact that I took down a trained ex military FBI agent handcuffed didn't clue you in?" I asked. Booth looked at me in surprise as did Brennan.
"How did you know that I was ex military?" He asked me curiously his pacing stilling for the moment.
"You have this look about you. The way you stand, how you move and your haircut while it fits in with the FBI's protocol suggests military. Plus your reaction to my attack was to fast for the FBI training. I'm thinking either a ranger or a seal."
"Ranger actually. Damn…" He trailed off. "That was impressive I'll give you that." Kylie smirked at him.
"Wanna be really impressed?" She asked her tone cocky. Booth inclined his head to her. Kylie gave him a once over before answering.
"M14 was your preferred rifle however you were a better shot with the M21's. Am I right?" Booth actually sat down. This was no regular 17 year old that he'd ever met before. No this one was special and smart.
"Are you sure she didn't manage to get a hold of my file somehow?" He asked Bones who looked equally surprised. She shook her head. "How the hell did you know that?"
"I like guns." Kylie replied. Booth shook his head in amazement. The door opened and a man walked in.
"Booth we called her parents and they'll be here in 2 hours." Booth nodded and the guy left.
Kylies POV-
Shit. I knew it was gunna happen but I so didn't want to deal with this right now. Especially not Adam my moms boyfriend. He was a fuckin douchbag. I know he filed the missing persons report only because he wanted my mother to think that he cared and because if I was gone he had no one to beat up on.
"Hey hey" Booth said and I turned my attention back to him. My file was open on the table once again and I had a feeling I knew what he had just read.
"You've got a record."
"Yeah. What of it?"
"!7 years old and already have been arrested 3 times. Fights, minor drug charges, assault, petty theft, and this is your 4thtime running away." Booth read off of the paper. Brennan gave me a look and I knew she felt sorry for me. She didn't even understand. No one did.
"I guess you can add assaulting and FBI agent on there too. 6 months in jail I think it is." He shook his head at me.
"I'm not filing a report."
"Why not?"
"Because." Was all he said. Rolling my eyes I fell back into silence. Brennan and Booth said nothing more either until his phone rang a couple of hours later.
"Yeah? Alright bring them in. Room 2." He shut his phone.
"Parents here?" Brennan asked and he nodded at her.
"Yes. Angela's bringing them in."
"Angela? Why is she here?" She asked. Booth shrugged.
"I don't know."
My stomach turned and out of instinct I reached for my cigarettes.
" You can't smoke in here. Gimme those." Booth said taking my lighter and pack from me. "Too young to smoke anyways…" he muttered.
"Bite me." I snapped back. A minute later the door opened and a pretty woman walked in with my mom and Adam right behind her. Mom's eyes lit up when she saw me and then when she saw Booth she froze. I noticed that he'd done the same thing and looked as if he was dreaming. Everyone else in the room was watching the two of them curiously and I was no different. Ma never acted like this when she met the other cops.
"Roxy…" Booth whispered his tone sounding distant.
"Seeley…"
Hehe cliffhanger! Well that was fun to write and now I'm excited to keep going ;) I don't even care if I'm the only one that's ever gunna read this cuz I'm having fun ;)