Chapter 3

Twenty minutes later, after escorting her from the building, followed the whole way by curious looks from his coworkers, Seeley Booth found himself once again sitting across from the notorious mob boss's niece. He nodded and smiled at the waitress as she brought their pie.

Sophia was looking down at her pie when she spoke for the first time since they left the Hoover Building.

"You know…that's really not fair."

"What isn't?"

"Using that grin of yours. That poor girl is probably in the back trying not to hyperventilate right now."

He tossed her his 'charm' smile and he saw the corner of her lips twitch once more.

"Works on you too, I see."

Her head snapped up and he saw something cold flash in her eyes.

"Easy there, cowboy. You don't see me asking for a paper bag do you?"

"Hey, sorry…just trying to lighten the mood."

"Well, don't."

She looked down once more and restlessly moved her fork around on her plate.

"So…I guess we go back to business now?"

"If you'd like."

"I'd like."

"Go ahead then."

She paused for several long minutes.

"Tell me what you know about me."

"Why?"

"I wanna see how accurate you FBI boys are."

"Umm…OK."

He put the file he'd brought with him on the table. She looked at it curiously.

"It's full."

"We're pretty good at getting information."

She glanced up at him and her lips quirked again.

"No offense to you personally, Agent Booth, but I'm willing to bet exactly 5 percent of that information is complete bull."

"Really?"

"Yes. But you tell me what you've got and we'll find out together."

"Alright…Sophia Manccini. 19. Born August 3, 1987. Father, Joseph Manccini, now deceased, lung cancer. Mother, Elizabeth Rizzi-Manccini, deceased, childbirth. No siblings. Raised by your uncle, Santino 'Sonny' Manccini since you were nine. Trained in 5 types of martial arts. Trained to handle twelve different types of firearms. How am I doing so far?"

"Well…let's see…1…2…3…4…5. Five."

"Excuse me?"

"Four of those things are true."

"You gonna tell me which 5?"

"My age, the manner of death for Mr. and Mrs. Manccini, being raised by 'Sonny' since I was 9, and the bit about 12 types of firearms."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"What about the rest? Your name? Your birthday? Your parents? You're gonna tell me that none of that is true."

"You forgot the part about how 'Sonny' isn't my uncle and having no siblings. And it's 7 forms of martial arts."

"I...don't understand. We have your DNA."

"You have DNA, baby. Whoever said it was mine? I'll gladly give you another sample. You run with that and see what you really come up with."

She looked directly at his stunned face and downed her entire glass of milk. She pulled something from her pocket, a piece of paper, and put it under the glass before sliding it towards him. She gave him a hint of a smile and a wink before getting up and leaving the diner.

As she reached the door she glanced over her shoulder and spoke once more.

"Hey, handsome? Call me when you figure it all out."

Booth walked into the Jeffersonian and headed for his partner's office for the second time that day. He was carrying the glass in a Ziploc back he'd gotten back at the diner.

"Hey, Seeley."

"Cam. Good. Take this glass and any DNA on it and run it through all our databases. ASAP."

"Umm…alright. Any reason why?"

"I'll explain later."

Her door was open and he could see her at her desk, typing furiously at her computer. He could tell she was mad.

"Before you get mad-"

"Why wouldn't I be mad? We're partners, Booth and you just left. No explanation, nothing."

"Bones…there is something seriously wrong with this case. This girl…there's something big going on here and I saw a way to find out what he needed to know and I took it. I'm sorry I didn't include you but I didn't think she'd open up if another person was there."

She looked at him hard for a moment before relaxing.

"Fine. What did you find out?"

"Half of her file, and I'm willing to bet more of it, is all crap."

"What?"

"Yea. She implied the DNA we have of hers, isn't hers. She gave me another sample to run and see what really comes up."

"Where's the sample?"

"I gave it to Cam, she's running it now."

"Alright. What do we do until then?"

"We wait, Bones."

A/N: Awww…Don't you hate waiting? I promise the next chapter will be up soon…if not in the next couple hours…