411 Bernie Street

Advance, Virginia

2:14 PM

Doggett looked up at the house, making sure that the house number matched the one scribbled on the paper in his hand. He had gotten the address from the high school principal, who explained Jaime's sister was not at high school because she was in eighth grade. She wasn't at her middle school, though, because of the family crisis. Doggett shut the car off, stepped out, and walked up to the door. He knocked on it three times, and a pretty looking girl wearing a revealing tank top and shorts that barely covered her thighs, even though the weather was cool enough for Doggett to wear a jacket, opened the door.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Are you Caitlin, Jaime's sister?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. Her eyes seem to light up when she realized he was there to see her. She quickly looked him over, and though he could tell she had been crying, she seemed to smile. "Who wants to know?"

"I'm Special Agent John Doggett with the FBI," he said, flashing his badge. "I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding your sister's death."

"Sure," she said, giving a little nod. He thought he heard her giggle as well. "Why don't you, like, come in?" She held the door open for him, and he politely nodded and stepped inside. "My parents aren't here. They're off making what funeral arrangements they can. We're not sure when it's going to be, because the autopsy is like taking forever. I guess the person doing it is like incompetent or something. But anyway, my parents aren't here, and I like, have to be here all alone." She twirled one of her long curls and pouted.

Doggett had a quiet smile and gave a little nod.

"Would you like something to drink?" Caitlin asked. "We got cola or beer if you want…"

"No thanks," Doggett replied. "Tell me, Caitlin, were you and your sister close?"

Caitlin nodded, and she again felt saddened. "Yeah. We were really close." She dropped down on her couch and rested her head in her hands. She sadly continued twirling a piece of hair as she continued. "We talked, like, all the time and we did everything we could together. She was a really, really great sister." Caitlin swallowed hard, not wanting to cry anymore.

"I see," Doggett said. "The sheriff said you talked to her moments before she died. Can you tell me anything about that?"

"Of course. I can tell you who did it. It was Jason."

"Jason Voorhees?"

"No, of course not. It was Jason Smith…dressed like Jason Vooris or whatever."

"Jason Smith?"

"Yeah. He's like this total freak show in Jaime's class. He's all obsessed with horror movies and crap like that. He's like, one of those kids that listens to Marilyn Manson and doesn't go to church and dresses in all black sometimes. You know, the kind that shoot up their school. He's weird and scary. His little brother is in my grade. He's almost as weird too."

"So what makes you think he killed your sister?"

"Because he's a freak! He's obsessed with horror movies, and Jaime says she saw someone dressed like Jason kill Teddy. Put two and two together and you like get five, er, I mean four. It's not that hard to figure out." To her, it was the most obvious thing in the world, even more obvious than Joey and Dawson belonging together.

Doggett nodded quietly. "I meant, why would he kill her? What motive"--Doggett realized that might be a big word to her—"or, uh, reason would he have to kill Teddy and your sister?"

"Oh, well, that's obvious too. See, they have this big dance at school on Halloween. Well, last week, he asked her to go with him. Oh my gosh, can you believe that? Why would she ever go out with a creep like him, you know? Especially since her and Teddy were getting ready to start dating, but I guess Jason never had a clue anyway. Anyways, she shot him down so he decided to get all upset about it. There's your motey."

"That's 'motive', actually. Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Something that might help us with the case?"

"Well, I don't know. I might be forgetting something. I forgot to mention it was Jason Smith and not Jason Vooris or whatever to the policeman. I've…I've just been so, like, torn up over my sister's death." She breathed in deeply, and she shuttered with a sob. "My parents have been torn up too, so I've kind of just been on my own. Sometimes I wish…I just wish I had someone here to comfort me and hold me, and like tell me it'll all be okay." She buried her face in her hands, and she began to cry softly, making no attempt to hide her pain from Agent Doggett.

"Hey, now," Doggett said gently. He grabbed some tissue from the table and sat down on the couch next to her. He handed the tissue to her, and he gave her a little pat on the back as she dried her eyes. "It's going to be all right. I know what it's like to lose someone you love, but if you just hang in there, sometimes it doesn't hurt so bad." What are you saying, John? He thought to himself. You're lying like a dog. "I promise you, we'll catch the punk that did this and send him away for a very long time."

She sniffled and looked up at him with her tear soaked, puppy dog eyes. "You promise?"

He smiled. "I cross my heart."

She threw her arms around him, pressing her head against his chest. "Thank you, so, so, so much!" she exclaimed.

"It's no problem. I'm just doing my job."

She continued hugging him, holding him tighter with each passing moment. She snuggled her head as close to him as she could, and she nuzzled his chest with her nose. Doggett began to feel uncomfortable about it, especially when her fingers started running up and down his back, and he, not knowing what else to do, awkwardly patted the girl on the head. "I really should be going," he said, hoping it would get him out of her clutches.

"Tell me, Agent Doggett," Caitlin said, pulling one of her hands away from him. "Are you married?" She set her hand on his thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

"All right," Doggett said, standing up. He'd had enough of her little game. "I'm going to be going." He started for the door, but she grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Wait!" she said. She slid around in front of him, and leaned over slightly, trying to get him to look down her shirt. Doggett just rolled his eyes at her. "I think a big, strong, handsome cop like yourself deserves a little…reward…" She ran her finger over his chest. "Don't you think?" she asked sweetly and sucked on her finger.

Doggett seized her hand. "I think that I'm old enough to be your father. And, I think if you were my kid, you'd be in your room with your nose in a school book instead of trying to seduce a man three times your age. Now, if you need anything, this is my cell phone number…" Doggett reached into his pocket and pulled out a note pad to write the number down, but he immediately realized giving her his number would be a bad idea. He decided to give her Scully's instead. "This is my partner's cell phone number," he said, giving her the paper. "If you need anything or come up with anything, just call us, all right?"

"Oh, I need something, all right," Caitlin said, fanning herself like it was 120 degrees in the room. She tried to grab his arm, and he pulled it away quickly.

Doggett opened the door, but before he could get it closed, Caitlin asked, "Hey, could you tell me something?"

"Like what?" Doggett asked hesitantly.

"Your partner…is he as cute as you are?"

Doggett smiled, and he thought about it for a moment. "She's not bad," he said and left it at that.