Amanda tried to hit the snooze button on her alarm. It sounded like it was on the radio, but instead of music, it was static. It wasn't until several minutes later she realized it wasn't her alarm clock at all and it was actually the kids outside. She groaned as she remembered she had left the window open the night previously. Slowly she got out of bed, got dressed and stood on the porch, leaning on the railing.
The kids were all playing kickball in the field right across the street from her. Amanda smiled as one of them kicked the ball into the woods and some of the others started complaining. She heard someone walk up onto her porch so she turned and saw Stephanie.
"You sleep okay?"
"Yeah," she replied as she tried to stifle a yawn.
Stephanie chuckled, "Kids woke you up, huh?" When Amanda nodded, she continued, "I told my kids tell the others to keep it down for the new neighbor, but apparently they didn't get the memo."
They laughed and Amanda quickly said, "It's alright. I normally get up earlier than this..."
"Hey," she interrupted gently. "You just moved here and you're getting settled in. You deserve to at least sleep in on your first day here. It's the weekend; it's not like you have to go to work or something." Then she gasped, "You don't have to go to work do you?"
Amanda laughed, "I don't start work for a few weeks."
Stephanie sighed in relief, "Good." Then she immediately went into gossip mode, "So, you don't a boyfriend do you?"
"No," Amanda glanced at her friend confused. "Why?"
"I need to get you a boyfriend then."
Stephanie reminded Amanda of Angela. If this girl was anything like her friend back at the Jeffersonian, she was going to be a handful about that subject.
Booth had spent all night long going over all the files they had on the mob. There were four levels: leaders, trainers, initiates, and associates. All but the associates had tattoos on the upper arms, the higher up in the mob you were, the more intricate the designs were. Associates weren't official members of the mob, but they were well trusted and respected. It took a lot of work to become that status though, often years.
There were a few names scattered around in the papers, but many of those people had been picked up and questioned for information already. He closed the last file and got up to see Cullen. There had to be at least one person on their side who could help them out.
Cullen was on the phone with Amanda when Booth came in. He covered the mouthpiece and asked, "What is it, Booth?"
"Sir, there has to be someone who I can get more information from."
He sighed and uncovered the phone, "Amanda, Agent Booth needs to see you sometime soon."
"Okay, I can see him anytime this week."
"Oh speaking of this week," another voice said faintly, "there's the Party in the Park celebration tomorrow. You have to be there!"
"So wait, tomorrow I'm not free then?" Amanda asked the other person.
"You can be, just tell whoever it is that you're seeing to be here before 11 or he'll have some serious fun trying to find you."
"Did you hear that?" she asked Cullen.
"Yeah," he replied. Then he turned to Booth, "You feel like getting up tomorrow early for a two hour drive?"
He nodded and Cullen told Amanda, "He'll be there. Again, call me if you need anything." He then wordlessly handed Booth the information he needed.
