AN: Greetings to all people who have enough sense to read this story. Please note that I'm writing this on the way home from vacation , So mistakes might appear more frequently. Reviews are appreciated! Disclaimer: Bones is not in the possession of thee.
I absentmindedly skimmed over the results of the autopsy. Raymond Parkerman, age 58, height 6"3, blah blah blah, ooh, here's the interesting part, cause of death, stab wound on the torso (in layman's terms), by an unknown object and unknown person. Jeanie Parkerman was stabbed and Cam suddenly came in.
"We got the warrant," she said and said a bunch of other stuff, but the first sentence was all I needed to hear. Most likely.
We arrived at the house. This is a very nice house. Nice neighborhood. Booth knocked on the door. A girl about 21 answered the door.
" Yes?" She said drowsily. She probably just woke up. She glared at Booth. " I already told you everything I know. So please just go away," she said grumpily.
" We got a warrant to search this house, so if you'll just let us in-."
She cut him off. "Fine."
She moodily opened the door. The FBI Forensic people went in first. We followed.
" What exactly are we looking for?" I asked.
" Anything relevant to the case," Cam answered
I nodded and went in search of Diazepam. It would probably be in the bathroom. Or a kitchen cabinet. I'll start with the bathroom. I found one, but it had nothing relevant. I checked upstairs. This one is nice. There was a empty birth control center container sitting on the counter. I picked it up to see who it was for. Marie Parkerman. That must have been that girl who answered the door. Looking at the date on the bottle, assuming that she had been taking it as prescribed, it's been empty for five months. If she has been active, there is good chance she might be pregnant. Maybe she could find a pregnancy test. Zack walked in.
" Is there any thing I can assist you with?" He asked.
" Yes, help me look through this garbage," I said, gesturing toward the trash can.
" Unless you have X-ray vision, that would be physically impossible," he stated, completely serious.
I stifled my laughter. He looked confused. Guess he's really literal.
" I meant sift through," I said.
" Oh, that makes more sense," he said. I dumped the contents of the garbage can. He went over to help me, but he stopped.
" How is this relevant to the case?" He asked, looking confused again. I picked up the birth control and pointed at it.
" This is Marie Parkerman's. It's empty. If this was taken when it was supposed be, it would have been empty five months ago, if she has sexual intercourse as much as the average person that age, she's most likely pregnant," I explained.
" That seems plausible," he agreed. He and I knelt on the floor and began to search for a pregnancy test.
" I found a Diazepam bottle, but it's empty," he handed it to me. Let's see, it's registered to Jeanie,the date for a refill was next month.
" There was plenty of this stuff to knock them out, but there should still be some here," I said, feeling a bit confused.
" Considering the most likely amount that would have been there, even split in two, the amount they would have consumed would be fatal," Zack stated.
" Then they didn't eat it all. Wonder where it is," I stated. After a few more minutes of looking through, excuse me, sifting through the trash, we found two pregnancy tests, both positive.
We bagged all the evidence and took it downstairs. Hodgins was bagging two plates of partially eaten, squashed strawberry cheesecake. I love cheesecake.
" Dr. Saroyan, this is what we found." I showed her the evidence. " Very good," she said, approval evident in her tone. I had to stop myself from beaming. I let myself smile a little before getting ready to head back to the lab. Then,everyone left.
It was a lot later than I expected when I drove home. I was almost there when I remembered I left my watch at the crime scene. I did a U-turn after making sure that there were no police officers around. I only got honked at once. When I got there, it was pouring. Great. I parked and then ran into the torrential downpour. I almost fell on my face, but regained my balance. I finally found my stupid watch. When I turned to walk back to my car, I stepped on something that was definitely not grass. I knelt down to see what it was. It was a knife. Dried blood was visible on the blade. I'm comfortable with saying that it is definitely the murder weapon. I pulled out a evidence bag I accidentally took and grabbed it. This was my lucky day.
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