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Booth entered the room and was surprised to see how young the boy actually looked. They said he was only seventeen, but actually seeing him, sitting before him made it all the more real. Seventeen. This young man had his whole life ahead of him. He could have grown up to be great. Now he was stuck in a high security prison facing multiple charges including reckless operation of a vehicle, drug and alcohol misuse, and quite possibly murder charges. He prayed that the last charge would not come up. For if it did… well, he wasn't even going to think about that.
Booth entered the room and nodded for the security guard to leave him alone with the kid. The guard nodded, and gave Booth a sad smile. He knew both Booth and Dr. Brennan. They had been here enough for him to strike up a few conversations. He knew that Booth was going through a difficult time. He left the room, but made sure to stay close at hand. Who knows what Booth would do to this kid… with Dr, Brennan involved; let's just say he was glad he was not in the kids' situation.
Booth sat down in a chair across from Jeremy Williams. He sat and just stared. This was the bastard responsible for Bones being in the hospital. This was the bastard that had walked away without a scratch on his body after the accident. This was the bastard that Booth wished was dead.
Jeremy looked at the man sitting across from him. He instantly felt a sickening sense of dread. He immediately knew that this man had something to do with the car accident he had caused; probably a friend or loved one of the woman in the car. He gulped, from the look the man was giving him he was almost certain that he was a loved one.
Booth could see that the kid was beginning to sweat. Good. He now had him exactly where he wanted him. "Jeremy Williams," he spoke slowly to the kid. Jeremy looked up at him as if he was about to say something, but Booth rose his hand to stop him. He did not want this kid to talk. "I am Special Agent Seeley Booth of the FBI-"
"FBI?" Jeremy squeaked, the fear in his voice blatantly evident. He knew he was in big trouble, but he did not expect the FBI to be involved.
"Yes FBI," Booth said, staring him down. Neither man moved. They just sat there looking at each other, sizing each other up. Finally Booth continued, "drug use, alcohol consumption, reckless driving," he listed, flashing Jeremy an evil glance with each word he said. "Do you see something wrong with this picture?"
Jeremy was intimidated by this man. His voice came out in a squeak, "I never used drugs before."
Booth slammed his hands on the table, alerting the guards on the outside of the room, and making Jeremy look as if he was about to cry. "Do you think I give a damn about that!" Booth yelled, his face inches from Jeremy's. At this, Jeremy started to cry. "One time is all it takes. And because of the one time you chose to use drugs, a innocent woman is in the hospital, fighting for her life as we speak." Jeremy sobbed as Booth continued, "let alone drinking. I am aware that you told the police officers at the scene of the crime that you quote are a good drunk; you can drive very well under the influence of alcohol. That sounds to me like you have drunk many times in the past."
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Jeremy said quietly between sobs.
Booth gave out a menacing laugh. "tell me about it." He stood up and towered over the cowering teen. "Temperance Brennan, the woman in that car that you hit," he clarified, "is my girlfriend." He looked down at the kid, his eyes full of fear, "if anything happens to her I will personally guarantee that you will have life in prison. You are seventeen; you will be charged as an adult. First degree murder can result in the death penalty." He looked at Jeremy who was shaking uncontrollably. The bastard deserved this. "I will personally make your life a living hell, and I know a handful of other people who will too. Her father murdered the director of the FBI when he threatened her and her brother; if something happened to her he will make sure he takes care of you as well." Jeremy whimpered; no doubt at all he was terrified. "You better just pray that she survives." With that, Booth turned and Walked out of the door, slamming the door behind him and leaving the seventeen year old boy in the cold, damp cell meant for cold-hearted criminals.
I actually updated before Sunday! I have this whole story planned out. If everything goes as planned there will be 35 chapters. I don't know about the story truthfully; but I have already decided that what I have planned is what's going to happen… final. It seems that once I get an idea in my head, I can't let go of it. Anyways… please review. If I get enough I'll update again tomorrow! Ultimately, it is your choice.