Writer's Comments: Hello, I wrote this fanfiction about the television show "Bones." Booth and Brennan investigate the death of a young girl, which takes them to Canada to unravel a terrible plot which is threatening more than a simple murder! It takes place before the first episode of season 7 and before she has told anyone about the baby. I hope you like it!
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Bones (c) Fox + Kathy Riechs

I plan on posting a new one every two days so you won't wait toooooo long. Be warned: I'm pretty much making this up as I go along, so any suggestions on what should happen next in the story, I'll try and put it in.

PS. Thank-you all soooooo much for the reviews, it has made writing this so much more fulfilling. When I saw the traffic graph of how many people read my story, I saw how even some-one from Czech Revar read my story. I thank you all so much for taking time to read a manifestation one person's imagination. Cheers!

Monday evening Pickering Ontario, Canada

"My condolences for the loss of your daughter," Booth said to the stunned woman, while sitting at her kitchen table, Booth, Sweets, Brennan, and the detective from the Canadian RCMP, all seated around a small table across from a grieving mother and her husband. Booth had his most sympathetic look in his eyes, the one he reserved for murder victim's close family members. The expression always made people tell him more than they usually would, and it helped solve many cases. Although, Brennan would never admit to that.

Brennan watched as the victim's mother, Mrs. Rose, was being consoled by her husband, who was whispering comforting words while hugging her. Brennan looked more closely at his prominent structural features of his skull, she analyzed what she saw, her brain working through the available data and coming to a conclusion faster than any computer could ever have.

"You are not Emily's father," she said bluntly to Mrs. Rose's husband, Mr. Phillips, getting her a pointed look from booth for her trouble.

"No, I'm not. We got married a few months ago, Emily's biological father left before she was born," he whispered some quiet there-there's to Mrs. Rose, while Booth noted some things down discreetly in his notebook.

"Did that cause any problems in your daughters life?" Sweets prodded, searching for psychological clues.

"No! Nothing was wrong," Mrs. Rose said through her tears. "Before Emily went missing on her class trip, everything was perfect.

"The trip to Ottawa, am I right?" Detective Martin, a youthful man with a light Canadian accent asked her. She just nodded her reply.

"She told us she would text twice a day and call once. But by the third day we never heard from her again, her teachers contacted us later that day. They told us she had gone missing; we called to police and filed the missing children's report. But they never found her, or had any idea where she had gone.

"Was there anyone in her life that would like to harm Emily?" Booth asked the mandatory question with as much sensitivity as possible.

"How could you say that? No, everyone loved her!" She wailed, her red-brown hair bouncing as she shook her head forcefully. She left the room to go and sit on her front porch, Mrs. Rose seemed as though she had nothing left to say.

"You know Emily would have loved that you're here working on her case, if she was here. She loves your books, and follows all your cases. When she is older she wants to be a forensic anthropologist, just like you. She had already started studying the Bones in the human body, and she was even getting good at facial reconstructions," Mr. Phillips told Brennan, "Meeting you would have been everything Emily has ever wanted, that's why its so hard for her mother," He paused, and looked at the stunned anthropologist "You better live up to her expectations."

"I'll try…" she replied quietly, she suddenly had more information about the decedent and now she wished she could have met this young girl who loved her through her books. Brennan wished she could have helped fulfill Emily's dreams, even though she solidly had negative feelings toward hero-worship.

"Would it be ok if we looked in her room? It might help us learn what happened to her," Booth interrupted and asked Mr. Phillips apologetically.

"Yeah, sure go ahead," he replied walking outside to be with his wife.

They walked up the stairs and before she entered Booth asked her if she was all right, and she brushed it off saying it was nothing to worry about. As she looked around the small room she saw a young anthropologist in the making, on her desk she saw an accurate scale model of a female skeleton, resting atop an older copy of "Grey's Anatomy" a dictionary and many copies of "The Journal of Forensic Anthropology." On her night side-table was all of Bennan's books, "Bred in the Bone," and "Bone of Contention," and "Red Tape White Bones" among them. She also noticed, drawings all over the walls, most looked to be some reconstructions of skulls, and others surprised her.

She saw drawings of herself, Booth, Angela, Hodgins, Cam, and many more of her friends, she thought it would feel creepy to have someone drawing pictures of her, but she just felt sad for this young girl who idolized her, and now is dead.

"These are amazing," Booth whispered, "Look at this one," he held up one of the drawing of Brennan, "She drew you! Look that's your half-smile you do…"

"She obviously has abandonment issues, how she clings onto a fictional world and turns it into her reality expresses how she needs the constant in her life," Sweets said, as he gestured around the room, "Note how we don't see any recent pictures of friends around the room, that and the clinging to your books Dr. Brennan, shows she was hurt badly by a very close friend in the last few years and is having a hard time letting it go."

After Booth and Sweets rifled through her desk and produced a laptop, they searched though her files, and Detective Martin was jotting down notes, while Brennan was looking through Emily's closet. She found hidden under a pile of sweaters, a small tin. She opened it and found many small mementoes from Emily's life: Pictures, trinkets, money, and notes. She decided Sweets should take a look.

"This is perfect! I love when victims have these little boxes filled with all the things they feel are important to them, she even has one of those missing children's identity kits, with DNA, fingerprints, height and weight and a picture. Hey what's this?" He held up a little folder full of pictures of one man, notes and printed pages of maps.

"She seems to be trying to locate her biological father…" Brennan said.

They looked at each-other and realized one thing: They had their first suspect.

Ooooooh, a suspect! I hope you enjoy it so far, I wonder if Dr. Brennan really finds obsessive fan-girls creepy... Weeeeell no one really knows do they? Reviews always welcome!