well guess what i got to update a day later... usual greeting, read, review, thanks for reading, your amazing! also the first time this was put up, i had put it up in the middle of a study which ended when i was in the middle of editing it. well guys over 3,500 words. and the whole thing is at a novella length! woot woot, im proud? are you? ok, ill stop talking to my imaginary fans and readers now...

~meg

Multi tasking as he poured in the creamer into his coffee, he flipped open his ringing phone and squished it between his shoulder and ear, "Skywalker."
"Agent Walker?"
"No Luke Skywalker." He answered in a dead pan voice.
"Is this a prank number?" 'Does he really not get the joke?'
"No I am agent Luke Walker, it's a joke." Glancing down at the phone's display screen, he wanted to know who was ruining his morning coffee run. "Now the caller id says this is the Prince George Sheriffs Office, what can I help you with?"
"We got another body."
"Wha…AHHHH!" The coffee shop went dead silent as he looked down at the damage the spilt coffee had done to his pants.
"Excuse me?"
"Ah, spilt coffee, it's all good." He squeaked out in pain, swiveling his head he gave surrounding customers a big smile to show that he was okay, "Yea, don't let the hick CSI touch anything, wait for the Jeffersonian to get there."
"Would you like to know the location?"
"The house…" he mused.
"No."
"Oh… where?" He stopped patting awkwardly around his crotch area with a napkin and straightened up, interested that they had a new crime scene.
"The high school."
"Fun, teenagers and camera crews," he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Be there in an hour with the Jeffersonian."
"Thank…"though the sheriff was cut off with the sound of the dial tone.

"Umm, you can just stop the car right here." Ailis called from the back seat of the SUV; Missy who had been watching the niece and uncle interact since the previous night wanted to see how this last situation would play out, all with a big ass smirk on her face. There were moments when the two seemed to have the same personality, joking and laughing at the same things. While at other times, such as when Ailis said that he could sleep in Keira's room rather than on the couch, they seemed to be what they were, two relatives who've just met for the first time.
"I'm going to find a parking spot; I have to talk with some sort of counselor, Ms. Ritah."
Ailis's eyes rounded in what seemed to be horror, as her friend seemed to be in a state of 'shock' Missy stated what she knew was on Ailis's mind, "Oh god."
"Oh god what?" Seeley turned in the drivers seat, facing the two girls.
Recovering Ailis spoke again, "You're not going to get out of her office without being forced into thinking that someone touched you in your naughty place or are in an abusive relationship."
"Um?"
"She will guilt you into thinking that getting into a fight with your significant other means that you're in an abusive relationship, or that you don't know the difference between a good touch and a bad touch." Missy agreed.
Turning forwards Seeley readjusted himself in his seat, "Wow, school's role has changed."
Ailis gave a snort, "Yea, it's been a while since The Breakfast Club came out."
His comfortable position didn't last for long as again he turned back to face the two teenagers, "Hey! I'm younger than Molly Ringwald!"
"Coming from the man who referred to himself and I quote 'an old man who wants to hit the hay,'…" Missy identified this as one of those moments that they were comfortable with each other, acting as if they've known each other all of Ailis's life, the way a niece and uncle would act.
"It's an expression now get in before your late."
"Thanks Mr. Booth for the ride."
"No problem Missy."
"Bye."
"Wait!"
"What?" Ailis turned, ready to slam the car door.
"Do you need lunch money or something?" This was the moment that Missy had been waiting for.
"I'm good, student charge card." She gave a thumbs up and a funny looking grin before she shut the door.
"Okay bye."

Missy was wearing that creepy cat's grin from Alice in Wonderland, "Wow."
"Shut up." Ailis grumbled.
"Wow." She shook her head, as if all she had seen was a dream.
"Shut up!" Around the duo a few chatting students turned to look at them, a yelling person was something that people did generally stare at.
"Did he really ask you if you needed lunch money?" Ailis gave an award winning smile to the few people who had given her strange looks, "And how long have you known your uncle?"
"Like a business week." She groaned, she didn't want more people in her life trying to be father figures, even though Seeley was less annoying then her barely there father it still was going to be awkward, especially with the events taking place.
"Wow."
"What?"
"It's just; he's really jumped into the role of being, hmmm like super dad."
"Better than Mitch." Ailis cringed when she saw the look Missy sent her, "Sorry, better than my dad trying to do that."

"Mr. Booth?"
Seeley brought his attention back from his Tetris game to the slightly overweight, middle aged woman Caucasian woman standing in the doorway.
"Yes." He stood from the teenaged size waiting room chair he had been sitting in for most of the hour as the woman stuck out her hand.
"Hi I'm Sasha Ritah, the DuVal High School's social worker. I understand that you are Seeley Booth."
"Yes, um I'm Ailis's uncle."
"From her mother's side of the family…"
"Yes, our mother left me and my brother with my father."
"I see. Now usually I have to call family members in, but you just got yourself right up here. Thanks," Even for him, that had around three cups of coffee since six this morning, the pep in this woman's voice was just too much for him. "Now let's take a seat in my office and we can begin the meeting."
He stepped into a dimly lit room, or what he could tell an old broom closet with a desk jammed into it. As he sat in the visitor's chair he was sitting knee to knee with newly acquainted Ms. Ritah; he knew his intuition about the room's true use was for a janitor's closet from the lack of a window and the smell of bleach and other industrial strength cleaners.
"Well to get us started, Seeley, I can call you Seeley?"
"Sure."
"Seeley I got a fax from a friend of mine at Crest Ridges Hospice, Cheryl, I believe you've met with her?"
"Yes, she said she was going to have to inform social services of Ailis's situation."
"Good, yes well she faxed over the file and I must say I'm very sorry for your loss and for what Paige is going through. I've only met her once but she is a lovely woman."
"Thank you."
"Now Prince George County's Social Services Department has been notified and you've been assigned a case worker, Todd Freeman. Because this was a different case, they outsourced it to a private agency."
They have private agencies for this type of stuff…"What is he going to be doing exactly?"
"Well paperwork, checking up on you and Ailis, mainly Ailis. Legal things, boring stuff really."
"Working for the FBI," Oh I bet that was a piece of information that she didn't know, "I get to chase down bad guys and be a hero and I do all the paper work that goes along with it all with a smile on my face. So I think I can handle knowing what the case worker is going to be doing." I hope she doesn't ask for copy right royalties…Though instead of backing off and giving him an answer with a compliant voice he was meet with a beady look.
"With custody cases such as this it will basically be assessing the situation, Ailis's needs and wants and addressing them. That takes time and paper work." She gave him another look from across the desk before she spoke again; it screamed, was that good enough for ya? "Now can I interest you with a cup of coffee?"

"Now, Miss Booth I'm sure that watching the CSI men outside is very entertaining especially when you can't hear what they're discovering at the crime scene but the characterization in the Catcher in the Rye does take some attention to be able to understand it." The tenth grade English class turned to look at Ailis, who was idly watching out the window across from her the blue jumpsuit dressed Jeffersonian workers.
**"Yes, I understand that Holden, a whiney and bratty teenage boy who is a danger to himself and society, needs to be analyzed by me because I will see a different view of this interesting character than the other millions that had read the book."** Of course that what she had wanted to say and had planned to say from the moment she had crossed the threshold but it came out sounding more… meek.
"Sorry Ms. Marlette. I don't have anything different to say."
"Well you're the first person I've called on for this question."
"Nothing different from the rest of the population that's read this book."
"Then can you please give me a stereotypical answer that millions of readers have found in Holden."
"I'll give it to you as soon as the investigation of my mother's disappearance and murder is over with."
There was a moment of heavy silence. The giant of the classroom, the boy sitting at the partnering desk of Ailis, looked down at the top of Ailis's head. For as long as he knew her Ailis would probably not have given the class and student teacher that much information. And with her statement she had given a shit-load of information, to some she might have been playing the 'my mother was murdered by a serial killer' card a little too soon. Within fifteen seconds of the words flying out of her face a moment of realization hit Ailis, she had said what she had been thinking out loud. Out loud meaning that those words and letters and the bold statement that she meant to keep in to her inner monologue had come out of her lips.
Nervously Ms. Marlette turned to the Ailis's neighbor, "Theodore can you please give your view of…"

But the student teacher's voice was drowned out again as Ailis's eyes and thoughts settled on the taped off area of the football field. For one, she had just revealed to her English class, which meant by lunch that the detail of her mother being a murder victim was going to be revealed to the whole school. She had just canceled out the homeroom gossip that she had eavesdropped from two blonde girls who had their skirts hiked up suggestively. Apparently as it was told by the student body's whispers that another body had been found in the 300 tree, or a tree that town hall records said that had been planted by a settler in the seventeen hundreds or around that time. The janitor, Harold Gonzales had been coming in from checking on the baseball fields trash cans when he had heard creaking in the tree, apparently for a three hundred year old tree that was losing limbs all the time in rain storms that was noise was odd; however he investigated and found the mutilated body or more carcass of another victim. Many suspected it to be another one of "Jack the Skinners" victim, the name had been cleverly been invented by one of the boys who had originally discovered 'Jack's' layer. It had become official with that being the title of the wikipedia page linked to DuVal High School. Personally she hated the name, it was cheesy and caught on too quickly, and it also wasn't it the media's job to come up with the persona of the killer?

By the time she had gotten to a classroom with a view of the 'crime scene' the body had been taken down and the taped off area was just mainly full of people in blue jump suits. Apparently, the schools Forensic Science club wanted to ask if they could review the remains at the Jeffersonian, all they needed was just to raise a few hundred dollars to be able to pay for a tour and the admission price. She knew that the science department had some social dumb asses, but that was just breaking too many social boundaries, but what was worse was that they had made an announcement in homeroom about it. By the end of the day she knew kids would hang around the crime scene to get an interview on some local news channel or something of that sort; but for her she had been texted several times, twice by the same person that the track coach wanted everyone at practice which had been moved to the middle school's field. Did she really want to see what her mother looked like after 'Jack' had skinned her? Or well, more evidence was involved with her mothers death… No, so going to the rerouted track practice was good. She wouldn't have to see anything, or anyone who was that much of an idiot to ask her about what she had just blurted out, unless the Forensic club started to stalk her. Maybe the week could start off nicely for her, avoid her father here and there and evade people's questions and sympathies. There might be a god out there that might care about her….

It wasn't the low pitched whispered "Lissy" that got her attention; it was more of the kick that followed it that did. She looked up; again the class was staring at her, though a pair of eyes was closer.
"Miss Booth!" In front of her was Ms. Marlette, apparently she had been calling her for a few minutes, "You're needed down at the office." Standing awkwardly she stuffed random papers into random folders and hastily made her way out of the room.

He had expected somewhat of a mess to walk into the office, usually kids in her situation would be a mess; but no she had a cocky air about her. The guidance counselor, Bobby Jaurea or BJ as he asked people to call him, had said he had only gotten to meet her once when it was time to organize her schedule, so he had little to go off of on what to make of Ailis Sophia Deming-Booth. He admitted that he loved the double name thing, but the lack of personal information they had on her was unnerving, usually he had a stack of papers of some psychologist's analysis that at least help him determine her favorite color.

"So Ailis you can take a seat across from Mr. Freeman." BJ, a man with a slightly "gay" accent, made Ailis cringe, couldn't people show some real emotions about this situation. Even though the student teacher was bitchy she at least showed realistic human feelings when the topic had been brought up, unease. Looking around at the conference table she looked for the referenced chair, there were several possibilities, but she decided that it would be in her best interest to sit in the farthest seat away from said Mr. Freeman.
"So I guess you're wondering why you're here…" BJ started.
"My mom was found dead, my grandmother is dying and my grandmother's long lost son is taking care of me." Mr. Freeman gave only a little effort in trying to hide his smirk.
"Like to get to the point, don't we?" When all he got was a hard stare as an answer BJ continued, "Well I would like to introduce you to Mr. Freeman."
"Hi Ailis." Leaning across the table a muscular, young and shinning bald black man stuck his hand out, politely Ailis meet her hand with his, so she's polite... and gosh she has a strong hand shake.
"Hi."
"Well…" BJ awkwardly tried continuing his end of the conversation.
"With the whole fun family drama you've got going on right now the county thought it would be really nice if you had someone checking up on you." Mr. Freeman leaned back in his chair as he watched Ailis's eyes trail around the room.
"So you're a big brother, big sister type of person….?"
"Not exactly… I'm your social worker."
"Fun." She nodded.
Behind her BJ mouthed the word 'fun' which was accompanied with a confused look. Most don't respond with fun when being told that they were going to have a social worker.
"So I'm going to be seeing a lot of you, I'm going to be working on some paperwork but otherwise we can hang out."
"Hang out…"
"Watch TV, get something to eat, discuss economic theory in great detail, go on a crusade. I'm from a private company so I get a little bit more free time."
"That's cool." She nodded again, a blank slate for emotion besides for a slightly apparent feeling of disdain.
"So is there anything you want to talk about right now?" BJ ventured…maybe he could warm up the situation, generally with the kids at DuVal he was great they laughed at his jokes and warmed up, a lot of them were on first name basis with him; he really didn't know what it was, his personality or if he had this general caring look about him.
"Can I go back to class?"

"Hey love bug! Waiting for your sweetie to show up?" Missy rang out as she approached the behemoth that was blocking her locker, as it turned to face her she could see the mild blush moving up it's cheeks an annoyed look in it's eye.
"Missy. Shut. It." He growled out, looking around to make sure that the so mentioned 'sweetie' didn't hear what had been said.
"Okay, I get it, but when the tension between you two becomes too much I am going to blast Just Kiss the Girl. Because honestly, it's repulsive to watch you puppy dog after her."
"Dude!"
"Sorry Roosevelt, I'll keep this knowledge to a need to know basis."
"Smart ass."
"Go sing and they called it Puppy Love..."
"I'm going to ignore the fact that you know that song."
"Oh… is there something better to pay attention to?"
"Bitch."
"Can I get in please?" came an annoyed tone, when only Missy gave a real response of moving aside to make some room for the awaited guest, in a harsher tone added "That was directed to you Teddy."
"Sorry Liss."
"How was your day back?"
"It was school. And it really wasn't like I had missed a lot, one day whoo pee doo." She gave mock excitement by twirling her index finger before she made a move on her lock.
"But hey there's track!"
"Yeah! Running…" Ailis rolled her eyes at her other best guy friend. Of course he hadn't been apart of the newly organized quartet between Teddy, Missy, Connor; as he had just entered the school system last year. But he was one of the people she talked to the most on a daily basis.
"But hey President Roosevelt is here to cheer you up!" Missy had a big cheesy grin on her face again, like the one she had that morning when Seeley had dropped them off at school.
"Yea." Rolling her eyes again, Ailis maneuvered her track bag out of her locker and slammed its door shut.
"Ailis I can wait for you to get into your track suit." Teddy suggested, getting into a comfortable leaning position against the wall of lockers.
She looked up at him, "Thanks. Yea. I'll be right back."
A millisecond after Ailis had turned around the corner did Missy open her mouth, "Be nice player, it's been a suck-ass day."
Teddy rolled his eyes, "Trust me I was there for half of it; and I highly doubt your attitude is making it much better."
"Oh…. So Teddy Bear's got some fight in him." Missy smirked at him as she jumped into a fake fight stance. His none verbal response was a very impolite finger and a grin to match hers.

"I think I recognize that FBI issued SUV."
"You know what type of car Skywalker drives?"
"No," Hodgins turned to Wendell, slightly amazed at the stupid question coming from his favorite intern, "It's Booth's car."
"I knew that." Wendell nodded, he was even surprised at his question.
"And I think I recognize that FBI issued agent." Sidetracking his away from the direction of the Jeffersonian's evidence truck Hodgins yelled out to him, "Booth!"
Though not in his usual suit and tie, Seeley turned to where the voice breaking his 'I'm waiting for you to give me some evidence' stance.
"Hodgins..." Seeley returned, in a half way greeting.
"Collecting evidence, another murder."
"I guessed that from you guys being here. Is Bones here?"
"No, Dr. Brennan was here earlier but she left to go with Skywalker."
"Skywalker?" Seeley's eyebrows shot up.
"Agent Walker." Wendell clarified.
Seeley crossed his arms, "I can't believe he got you guys to call him that. When he first came out of the academy he tried to get it as his nickname." he shook his head, all the senior agents knew it wouldn't catch on.
"Well, we started calling him that before we really knew him." Wendell looked to Hodgins, who had stayed quiet during most of the conversation, he was studying Booth.
"Yea, his parent's must have hated him or something..."
"He was born before the movie."
"Oh..."
The casual talk was interrupted by an ambulance high tailing it through the parking lot, cutting through to make it's way to the neighboring middle school. The three men turned their heads and watched it make its way to where a group of students was crowded in the middle of the field.
"Did someone break their leg?" Wendell stood on his toes to see if he could get a better view, Seeley taking at much more sensible approach took a few steps forwards, stopping at the lots fence.
"I think they're bringing out an oxygen tank..."
"Asthma attack gone bad..."
"Yea..." though Seeley was still glaring at the scene, he had this sick feeling in his stomach that something wasn't right. When he heard a girl's high pitched scream he darted, he knew it was Ailis.

so i introduced a little love interest... oh la la! yea fail, but i saw this kid from degrassi in the opening credits when i was babysitting my cousins and yea i knew he and ailis would be a cute couple... ;D well im going to put a list of my OC characters up on my profile page so you can identify who's new and such. well so for the wicked long wait. i had MCAS and english projects and a history project and just hell of a lot of procrastinated homework. well the usual read and review check out the photos and such. thanks!

~meg