A/N: So now begins the song and dance. Literally. It will help if you know the songs from High School Musical, because you will get more of the jokes, but it's not necessary because this is mostly a Bones fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Bones or High School Musical. The lyrics to the songs are my own, however. You are allowed to laugh at them.

Chapter Four

"Now Sweets, these kids are like your age, so I want you to give me a read on them. No going off on tangents, though. Stay on target," Booth said condescendingly as he placed the earpiece in his ear.

"Agent Booth, your attempts to undermine me have always been an unwelcome part of our interactions. If you could just…" Sweets trailed off as Booth left the observation room to enter the interrogation room. "Yes, thank you. It's been a pleasure," Sweets mumbled sarcastically. He flipped the switch to turn on the sound as Booth opened the door and greeted the young man and his lawyer.

"Special Agent Seeley Booth," he introduced himself, shaking Ryan's hand, then the lawyer's. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about your sister, Sharpay."

"Yes, of course, Agent Booth," Ryan said, his hands clenched nervously in front of him.

"You and Sharpay were close?" he asked, his face compassionate. Music began softly, filtering in over the speaker near the door and through his earpiece. Ryan looked down to his hands, then looked up to the ceiling. He began singing softly in time with the music, to the tune of "You Are The Music In Me."

"Na na na na," he sang, "Na na na na yeah, This is the mystery…"

"Hey, whoa! What's with the singing?!" Booth exclaimed. Sweet's voice came over his earpiece.

"Booth, I believe he has a musical virus. It causes the victim to be unable to express their emotions without singing or dancing," he explained to the irritated agent.

"So you're saying I should just let him sing?" he asked incredulously, turning slightly towards the one way mirror so he could glare through the reflective surface at Sweets.

"Yes, you should let him sing. Otherwise you might not be able to get anything out of them because this is so emotional for him."

"Fine. Go ahead Ryan. Tell me about Sharpay," Booth said, his irritation showing in his pen tapping viciously against his knee under the table. The music began again where he had left off.

"She was my sister once upon a time.

She was spoiled. She was selfish.

When you look at her a little closer

She's not perfect. She's a decent person.

Just a girl after a boy

Things just took their natural course

One single act…"

"Single act," Kelsi echoed from the door.

"Made a life…"

"Made a life," Kelsi sang.

"I think it was Troy," he sang, letting his head fall into his hands.

"Mmmm, The father was Troy," Kelsi sang. Booth turned to her in outrage.

"Who are you?! This is an interrogation, not a freakin' chorus concert!" he erupted, his face completely confused and angry.

"I'm Kelsi," she said, "I'm the back up singer for this song."

"No! No. Everybody who doesn't need to be in here, leave! That includes you, too," he shouted, pointing at a young FBI agent who was holding a flashlight above her, spotlighting her and a young intern holding a microphone in front of her face. "Sweets, did you have anything to do with this?" he asked, annoyed.

"No, Agent Booth. I believe that they might have caught the musical virus from exposure to the actors. Young people are more susceptible to it than older people, and women are more likely to contract it than men, though there are notable exceptions," he said, looking at the lawyer who had been humming ecstatically and tapping her heels on the floor in time with the music.

"Listen, is there any way to control it? I can't have back up singers or choral people coming in and out. Especially if our agents are being infected," Booth demanded, pressing his earpiece in so he could hear Sweets clearly. Sweets sighed.

"I'll have someone guard the door. But I can't make any promises," he replied. All the extraneous people left and Booth turned his attention back to Ryan.

"I'm sorry for the interruption. You told me that you think Sharpay was pregnant and you think the father was Troy," Booth said, jotting down the information.

"Yes, Troy Bolton. Sharpay wanted him very much and she's used to getting what she wants. From what Sharpay told me, they were together for a while, but then he went back to his girlfriend. She didn't come out and say that he was the father of her child, but she didn't deny it when I asked. It's been all over school that they were together."

"When did you last see your sister?" Booth asked.

"In New York. After the play was over, we were all packing up and I saw her arguing with Troy. Later I got a call that she had called Mom and Dad and they sent over the jet to pick her up so she wouldn't have to take the bus back with the rest of us," Ryan told him sorrowfully. "Maybe if I had insisted that she come with us she wouldn't have been killed."

"Why was your sister never reported missing?" Booth inquired. Ryan gave a little shrug.

"She always did exactly what she wanted to. She told me that she would meet us in DC and that she wanted time alone. I didn't think she was missing."

"And your parents weren't worried?"

"No. They were in Europe most of these past weeks. That's where they are now. They gave us a credit card and told us to enjoy ourselves."

"You said that Sharpay told you she would meet you in DC. Did you speak to her in person?"

"No, she sent me a text saying that she had things to think through and she didn't want to see anyone until she had to. I assumed that she was trying to see if she wanted to keep the baby. She didn't answer her phone after that, but I didn't expect her to. She might be flighty, but when she said she wanted to be alone, she wouldn't talk to anyone."

"When did you get the text?"

"Exactly three weeks from Sunday. I had been home for two days and hadn't seen her, so I called. She replied with the text."

"Thank you, Ryan," Booth said, closing his notebook and replacing his pen in his pocket. "We'll contact you if we have any more questions. If you can tell me anything else, don't hesitate to call." Booth stood up and opened the door to find a burly FBI agent outside holding back three young people. After giving him instructions, Booth sighed and pushed his way through to the observation room.

A/N: Yes, the musical virus has taken hold. How long until Booth catches the bug? I hope I haven't scared you away with my craziness, and I really want to hear what you think. ~Deja