A/N- I was in such a hurry to put this chapter up that i forgot to write a note:[ haha well i hope the chapter is to your liking, sorry it took soooo long to put it up...the case work just kills me sometimes i'm not the smartest person or nerd....i guess im a nerd idk lol anyway enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: everyone know that i dont own twilight nor bones....if i did i would own this sight:]
"So where did you practice before this, Doctor?" Sweets asked as he stumbled slightly on a root, but quickly regained his balance as his hand grabbed at a tree. "Stupid shoes." He muttered under his breath before Carlisle answered.
"Well after medical school I practiced in Chicago where I fell in love with my wife. After years of trying for a child, we began to raise foster children-our children, and decided to find a place that would be suitable for raising a family, which we found was not Chicago," Carlisle responded with a chuckle. "Some of my wife's family ties led us to this town of Forks a few years back, which has been splendid for us." Sweets nodded to this information as he gracefully made it through the trail and onto the shoulder of the road where Jacob leaned by a tree.
"Interesting," he murmured as he shifted towards Edward. "So Forks was probably devastated when word of the case got out." Carlisle nodded with tightened lips as he walked to the car. Sweets walked by Edward's side, trying to look as graceful as he, but then gave a discouraged sigh. "You are the youngest of the children, correct?" Edward gave a quick glance as he tried to hide his smirk.
"Yes, I'm eighteen, just turned eighteen in fact," he said with a nod.
"Why did you and your wife decide to marry so young?" Sweets asked with a confused note in his voice. Edward paused and then began to answer.
"We decided to because we thought it the best for our situation-with college and such, of course," Edward said quickly as he opened the door and started to get in. Sweets nodded and sat in silence as Jacob's shoulder bulged beside him in the backseat.
"So, Sweets is it?" Carlisle asked as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
"Yes or Dr. Sweets, whichever," he replied.
"So Dr. Sweets, how did you come to work with the FBI?"
"I, uh, am a psychologist so I decided to put my mind to good use for the FBI, such as profiling," Sweets said as he tried to roll down the window without any luck. "So far I have been lucky to work with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan, brilliant minds, and the unique methods of our situation make us a good team."
"So you're not a real doctor?" Jacob asked with a smirk.
"I, uh, yeah I have my doctorate. Though I do not have an M.D like Dr. Carlisle here, I am considered a doctor," he replied gesturing and leaning towards Carlisle.
"My bad," Jacob mumbled.
"No problem bro," Sweets replied with a small smile.
"You have a very sharp mind Dr. Sweets," Carlisle said with a warm smile. "You fit in well with the rest of the team." Sweets smiled, but did not respond, his thoughts elsewhere. He rested his chin in his cupped hand as he glanced out the window at the green forests.
"Your family is very cooperative, and if I may say, quite close," Sweets said breaking the silence in the car. "It seems as though you have a connection that others in this town can replace nor duplicate. It's quite fascinating actually-" Sweets paused and then shifted in his seat, worrying that he had said too much. Edward glanced at Carlisle and then sat still in his seat, almost too still, for Sweets noticed and didn't go on. The silence in the car was brittle, but wasn't broken, as they rolled into the hospital parking lot.
"Dr. Sweets?" Carlisle referred to him in the backseat as he stared at Edward's pale, unmoving hand that was laying on the armrest.
"Oh, yeah, right. Thanks for the ride Dr. Carlisle. I hope that I will be able to speak to you more during the duration of this case," Sweets said as he fumbled the door open. His thoughts were slightly embarrassed as he heard a snicker, but quickly forgot as he closed the door and stood in the rain by the toy car that he was to drive. He glanced back at the mercedes car driving out of the parking lot. Their necks seemed tense from an unknown factor that he was not able to figure out, as he noticed Jacob turned with a stern face glaring back at him. Sweets did not break the stare as he watched them drive away, leaving him with a sensation of curiosity. He squinted through the rain that pattered hard against the car and finally opened the door to the small car.
The Cullens were suspects, the primary ones at that, but Sweets noticed that Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth did not act as if they were. He had a feeling they were innocent as well, though his short interactions between them had led him to have more questions than answers. The questions were not along the lines of the case either. Their involvement with each other, the movements that were made, and the protected nature that he felt when he was with them had stirred questions that he desperately wanted answered.
He shifted in his seat as he compared the actions of how Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth had treated the Cullens differently from other suspects. They spoke and interacted with the Cullens as if they were part of the team, or as their equals in the case. They were different, they told the truth immediately, wanting the situation to be...Sweets paused and thought of the right word as he stopped for a few pedestrians. Healing. They wanted to heal the hurt that someone had viciously caused this town. Sweets smiled as he compared himself to Edward, apparently Edward was younger, but Sweets felt as though he was on the same page as him or at least had a faint connection of friendship. Sweets shook his head and then concentrated on the road. The thoughts that came to his mind were impossible. He was too mature to be friends with an eighteen year old that had leaped into a life of marriage without thinking it through. Though he kept these thoughts at the front of his mind, he still believed that there was a connection, a connection that even Dr. Brennan couldn't possibly explain in her rational thoughts.
The trail was hidden from sight by the grown bushes and wild plants that were climbing the tall trees. Sweets found it after Booth had called him saying he had just seen the puny car from hell drive by, twice. Sweets grimaced as he struggled to see through the fog, but eventually heard Booth's gunshot in the air, or at a bird, you could never know what Booth would shoot. Sweets chuckled as he saw Hodgins and Brennan wearing hats that looked as if they belonged on a safari, and Booth with his coat flung over his head. It was raining harder than ever since he had left the hospital, so they quickly retreated to their car as Booth ran over to Sweets.
"For God sakes Sweets! What are you a grandma? Let me drive," he grunted and he grabbed Sweets by the shoulder and heaved him onto the road. Sweets quickly ran around the front and jumped into the passenger's seat. Sweets sighed. Booth always needed to be in control, he thought as he held on the door handle. He was quiet as he jerked the car from the mud to the street. "Damn thing," he muttered as the car whined in the sudden acceleration.
"I feel as though the Cullens are innocent, of course I haven't talked to all of them," Sweets said to break the heavy silence.
"I can't read them, they are stone," Booth replied after a moment's thought. Sweets nodded. They even look stone, he thought as the word was enforced in his mind. Stone, that seemed as though it were a clue in the mystery of the Cullens. Sweets came back to the conversation as Booth continued. "They have this vibe that isn't a guilty one. It seems as though they know too much, but how could that be? And them still be innocent?" Sweets paused and then glanced at Booth's profile.
"I feel that they are cooperating to the greatest of their ability, but their family has numerous ties to each other, which would explain that they are more willing to keep to themselves, but still contribute to the majority of the case." There was a pause after Sweets finished. Booth gently turned his head to one side.
"Okay that was all babble, but I figure what you are saying is that they have a big factor in the case, but will protect each other, am I right?" Sweets gave a little grunt and then answered.
"I guess, basically. Though I don't think they would still be working with us if they were covering for someone in their family. It's as if the family doesn't want attention, but are doing their best to help us," Sweets replied as he gripped his seat for dear life. Booth was weaving fast through the curves and mist. They finally drove into a small town that was known as Port Angeles and found there way to where the local police and FBI were standing. The rain was now a faint mist as they got out of their cars and started waling to the vacant car that was now surrounded.
"Work your magic Bones," Booth said as he stood to the side of her.
"Booth, magic is-"
"I know, I know. Magic is a convenience that stupid people use," Booth muttered as he bent down to look at the tires.
"That's not what I said at all Booth," she replied, but then started to photograph the car. Sweets analyzed their actions with each other and smiled. They worked together well, although their differences were a majority. He noticed Dr. Brennan's concentrated face become intrigued with marks on the deserted car, while Booth softly stared at her from a distance, with a smile on his face. She turned towards Booth as he quickly glanced away and began to walk around the opposite side of the car in a hurried manner, spitting out police facts that was evident from the car. She looked at his back as he walked and then was interrupted by Hodgins.
"The soil on the tires might have a link to the trail, although I can't confirm it until I get back to the lab," Hodgins said as he put some of the dirt into a bag.
"Yes, we can match the soil to the samples we collected from the trail. Also we can match them to the particulates on the remains," Dr. Brennan replied as she carefully opened the door of the car.
"You know…?" Sweets said slowly as he turned to Dr. Brennan, who regarded him with an incredulous expression, but then immediately rushed to Booth's side. "You know? When I profiled the killer, I noticed that he tended to use the victim's possessions for his convenience."
"So you think he used the car before he abandoned it?" Booth asked thoughtfully. As he spoke, Hodgins' head suddenly poked over the hood of the car.
"The floor-mats!" He cried in excitement as he rushed to the door where Dr. Brennan was taking pictures of the inside. "There will probably be particulates from the murderer's shoes."
"Whoa, he was way too excited about that," Booth murmured as he walked to the driver's car door. "Good job Sweets." He said as he stood watching Hodgins collect samples. "You get a gold star and maybe you can talk Hodgins in getting you an ice cream cone." He added in an insincere syrupy voice. Sweets shrugged, but couldn't help but let a small smile slide on his face.
Sweets stood proudly off to the side as Hodgins scraped samples from the floor, as Dr. Brennan used the alternate light source to search for bodily fluids on the seats. The FBI techs started to dust for fingerprints, while taking orders from Dr. Brennan and Booth, and receiving glares from Hodgins.
"Booth?" Dr. Brennan called with her head still inside the car. Booth rushed to her side with Sweets lingering behind him. "I found what appears to be blood on the steering wheel, seat, and door handle."
"You think it's from the murderer's or the victim?"
"I would have no way of knowing, Booth. I can't simply match the blood by observing the dried flecks."
"Ok, geez, just wanted your theories," he replied quickly. Hodgins lifted one finger and started to speak as Booth interrupted. "Dr. Brennan's theories only."
"I won't know for certain until we run some tests at the lab," Dr. Brennan said started putting her equipment away. "We need to get back to the lab and get this evidence processed as soon as possible."
"If his pattern holds, the killer will abandon this area and move on to another location and victim within 18 to 24 hours." Sweets said as they walked Dr. Brennan and Hodgins back to the van, carrying plastic boxes filled with evidence bags.
"Yeah, Sweets and I will grab some food on the way back while you and Hodgins get started on the tests. Diner food good with everybody?" Booth replied. When nobody responded he sighed. "Let's go Sweets. It's gonna be a long night."
A/N: Again i hoped you liked it:] please review they make my day!!!! omg first episode of bones is finished....im excited about the new title credits!!!! (i hope Sweets keeps his hat with the elf ears hahahaha sooo cute) Oh and im really excited that november is just around the corner, just in time for the new moon movie:] again please review.....:] love you guys!!!!