Sorry again for the lack of updates, I've been pretty busy. I would love some reviews, this is my first story sooooo thanks to anyone who's been reading :) agan, I don't own anything from Bones or Lost.
Melanie and Shepard were eating lunch at the diner, waiting for Booth and getting to know each other.
"So tell me, what exactly did Booth say to you?" Melanie asked with a smile.
Shepard smiled back, hesitant to tell her exactly what he said. He figured she wouldn't get upset, but it would make his attraction to her much more obvious.
"Well, I guess you know Booth cares about you."
She nodded, again smiling.
"He told me to treat you well, that you've gone through a lot of things that you shouldn't have, that you didn't deserve, and not to hurt you." Melanie's smile quickly faded, and she looked down at the table, embarrassed. He waited for an answer, but didn't want to pressure her.
"Listen," he said, "you don't have to tell me anything. I have no idea what he was talking about, but I do like you. I guess I just thought you should know." Now it was his turn to feel embarrassed, but Melanie seemed to feel a bit more confident.
"Well, I suppose he's right, I've been through some.....shit," Shepard laughed at that, "but that's in the past now. It doesn't matter anymore, not to me. It took me a long time to tell Booth, and that was cause he kind of cornered me on it." She made a disgruntled face. "But if you want to know some stuff, I'd be willing to tell you. Not everything, not yet, but some."
She waited. He looked curious, but hesitant to pry into her life.
"Well, I'd be willing to listen." Shepard answered.
"Ok. See, Booth once introduced me to his brother, Jared. It wasn't like he was setting us up, he was working with us on a case, and that's how we met. Anyway, we dated for a while, and it was fairly serious, but he started getting into trouble. He started drinking often, and Booth had to bail him out a couple times to save his career. I didn't want to deal with it, and although I cared for him, I left him. I couldn't handle it....I joke with Booth a lot and tell him I was with the wrong Booth brother. Our relationship has just never been like that though."
She finished as though she was grateful to stop talking. She wondered how he would react. This was not a big deal, just an old relationship she had, and yet she was still worried.
"I have to admit, I was not expecting that. I was expecting something a bit more....dramatic."
They smiled at each other, and the mood seemed to lighten.
"Oh, just wait." Melanie said with a mischievous smile.
He laughed, and noticed that Booth had just walked into the diner behind Melanie.
"I hate to interrupt, but I got the warrant," said Booth, waving the piece of paper in his hand. "we're good to go."
Not long afterwards, they were in the car and on the way to the Wells residence. Booth knocked on the door, but no one answered.
"FBI," he yelled, "we have a warrant to check your house."
Still no one answered, so Booth went right in, followed by Melanie and Shepard.
"This place is a pig sty." Melanie observed.
"Well sociopaths aren't exactly know for their neatness." said Booth with a hint of sarcasm. Melanie glared at him.
The three of them started looking for anything that could be used as the murder weapon, some kind of string of some sort used for strangulation, or anything at all that could connect either of the Wells men to the murders of the girls.
"Hey Mel, bring over an evidence bag and some gloves, will you?" Booth called from a different room.
She did as she was asked, and put on the gloves. She also got out a small spray bottle that would help in the investigation.
"What do you got?" she asked.
"A fishing line? Is that the murder weapon?" asked Shepard with a bit of surpirse.
Melanie held the fishing line and sprayed it with the bottle in her hands. Booth took out a small blacklight from her bag and pointed it at the fishing line.
"Looks like it." answered Melanie. Under the light, the fishing line had blue smudges on it, which means that there is blood on it. "Where did you find it?" she asked.
"Behind the closet, there was a hollow area. Why?"
"Because, who can we put this on? It's not obvious if it's the son's or the father's. All we know is that one of these guys did it."
"So we need something else to pin it on the dad?" asked Shepard.
"That, or a confession." said Melanie, wearily.
