"Let down your defences, use no common sense. If you look you will see that this world is a beautiful accident, turbulent, succulent, opulent, permanent, no way. I wanna taste it, don't wanna waste it away."

~Avril Lavigne, Anything but Ordinary

Chapter 2: Interrogating Shadows

"Ow." Phoebe said as she was cuffed, rather harshly by the male Agent from before. Damn you Joe and Brian. Where the hell are you while I'm getting arrested by the FBI?!

"What the hell is a kid like you doing on a crime scene after night?" Agent Doggett asked. The girl only looked about 15 anyways. She groaned.

"Anything I say or do will be used against me in the Court of law." She mimicked, and was pushed out the door by the Male Agent, who hadn't identified himself yet. "So far all you have to use on me is that it hurt when you put on my handcuffs."

"And that you were on a Police Crime Scene without ID or permission." Agent Reyes added in. She received a groan from the girl they were arresting who Doggett was pushing kind of gruffly down the hall. She was yanking on the tightened handcuffs a little more. Doggett shook his head. She glanced over her shoulder, the memorable blue ring still there, burning brightly. Joe and Brian were nowhere to be seen. They were probably hiding those bastards. She looked back to the ground and the boy who was clinging to the male Agent was there, walking next to her. She glared at him, the ring growing ever more evident that her green irises were lost to it.

Doggett slammed the car door on her as Phoebe struggled with the cuffs. He looked at Reyes and stood there, talking for a moment. "She's the photographer from today right?"

"Yep, and according to her wallet her name's Phoebe Nameth, she's 15-almost 16- and she can't drive yet." Reyes said, looking at the wallet with practically nothing inside it. Her Health Card was in the front pocket. Agent Doggett took the wallet from his partner and looked in where the bills were supposed to be. Instead, they were filled with business cards and napkins, covered in addresses and point form names.

"Mental problems?" He suggested, pulling the napkin out of the wallet and looking at it with the flashlight. There was a list there.

"Georgia. Blond hair, blue eyes. 14 tapes, 2 conversations. Father is or was a Marine. Murdered when he was 7."

"John." Monica said, as Agent Doggett read what she had written. "That sounds like…"

She didn't have time to answer. Agent Doggett opened the car door and showed her the napkin. "What is this?" He demanded, getting a slight sneer from the girl in the back. She opened her mouth to say something snotty, but Doggett stopped her. "Off the record. Who were you writing about?"

"A boy." She replied. "Blond hair, blue eyes. Says his father was or is a Marine."

"Who is it?"

"Who wouldn't give me a name!" She shouted back. "All he wants to do is follow me and ride a bike and tell his Dad something that's all!" She leaned back in the seat. Doggett looked at the list again.

"John." Monica interjected.

"You think this is funny?" He demanded her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked him.

"My son!" He shouted at her. She opened her mouth softly, looking sincerely in his eyes.

"That kid has been bothering me for weeks!" She said to him.

"My son was murdered!"

"I know."

"So how could he have been bothering you?" Doggett demanded. Her mouth shut and she looked ahead, tired of this conversation. John Doggett breathed deeply as she defiantly didn't answer him. "How?"

"I'd like to go to prison, now." She replied, and Doggett didn't say another word. He slammed the door and walked to the driver's seat. Monica finally got the chance to say something.

"John."

"What?" He asked. Reyes sighed deeply, seeing him flare with anger. The girl in the back seat watched them, her now blue eyes piercing. The boy sat next to her, watching her with his vivid eyes. She whispered softly to him, receiving a nod.

"Calm down." She said softly. John shook his head, looking into the car. He glanced into the back seat, where Phoebe was seeming like she was having a conversation with herself.

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"A minute. That's all." Doggett shoved Phoebe into the seat at the front desk. She moved groaned and shook her hands, as he re-cuffed them to the front of her body.

"Thank you." She said quietly, taking the receiver from the phone and dialling the number. He watched her and she covered the receiver for a second. "Can I make this privately please?" He glared. She sighed and smiled softly. "Guess not." She looked at the desk. Come on Joe, please have your cell phone on.

Joe grabbed his phone and responded, "Phoebe?"
"Hey!" She said. "Where are you guys?"

"Home. Where the hell are you?" Phoebe looked around the Police Department, and before she could think of a suitable lie, she let it out. "I'm in jail. I'm in jail Joe because guess what? You're not allowed on a Crime Scene after dark!"

"Hey, you wanted to come. Oh, here, Brian wants to talk to you." He handed the over to his gothic friend and Phoebe sighed deeply.

"Hey." Brian said. "Where the hell did you go?"

"I was arrested by the FBI. I'm at the Police Department. They said my bail was…." Phoebe looked to John, who didn't seem like he wanted to talk, so she looked at the female Agent nearby. "What's my bail?"

"Ummm….Agent Doggett?" She asked. John looked at the girl and then back at his partner. Phoebe groaned and went back to her phone call. "Nobody knows what my bail is. You wonder what they pay these people for. So go into my room and under the floorboards you'll find a cigar box full of all that money my parents mailed me. No, I didn't lie to you or hide it, I was saving it for a rainy day. Well excuse me but it's not like you need money! Neither of you leave the house. Who cares how much? No, who cares how much? Well tell Joe it's none of his business."

"It's none of your business." Brian told Joe, covering the phone. Joe went into Phoebe's room and pulled up her floorboard. After digging through her secret possessions he found the cigar box and opened it.

"4000 dollars!" He shouted, and Phoebe heard him over the phone. She heard him run back in and a small fight between the two as they fought. "You saved up 4000 dollars for a rainy day?!"

"Yes." She said, and then Joe started yelling so loud Agent Doggett could hear. "My parents sent it! Well what do you expect me to do? Send it back?! My parents would kill me. No. Wait Joe what are you doing. Brian what is he doing? Hello?" Joe had dropped his cell phone and grabbed the house phone. The 20 year old was using the house phone and calling Phoebe's parents. "BRIAN TELL HIM TO DROP THE PHONE RIGHT NOW!" Brian and Joe had an altercation so loud the whole Department was looking in Phoebe's direction. She was slamming her head into her head as she helplessly heard Joe dialling her parent's number.

"Shit….bitch….damn….mother….shit." She slammed the phone receiver on the desk and rested her head in her hand. She heard Joe speaking with the receptionist at the Country Club right then. "Brian make him hang up. Please Damn it Brian!" Brian grabbed the phone.

"Look Phoebe, I would. But have ever been punched by Joe right in the jaw? He's just doing what's best for you."

"I'm sick of people telling me what to do!" She slammed the receiver on the phone again and buried her head in her hands for a second. Okay Phoebe, she thought. Just calm down. He's not really on the phone with Georgia and Peter. He's just kidding and making me angry.

"Come on." Doggett commanded. She got up and out of the chair and was pushed into the back.

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"What the hell are you doing?" Brian asked as Joe hung up the phone with Phoebe's mother. "You know how much she hates them!"

"Hey. You know what? I'm not letting her handle this. Phoebe is 15 Brian. Or did you not realize that?" He shouted back, the two beating each other down with their stares. Brian's contacts flared, as Joe's brown eyes burned with rage.

"She is as independent and smart." Brian replied. "She's the best of the two of use! Where the hell would we be without her?"

"Look, moving her out of her home was wrong, especially at such a young age!"

"Oh what? Now you're getting all sentimental!" Brian shouted back, storming away. "Have you even met those people!? They are the most insane and controlling people you will ever meet!"

"Of course I've met them Brian! What do you think I wasn't there when we talked to them about taking her with us?"

"Well what are they going to do? Put her on a horse and shove her in a Catholic Uniform? Oh yeah, that'll really help. Especially if they shove her back in an institution!"

"They won't do that!"

"They will!" Brian shouted at him, grabbing his trench coat off the chair.

"Where the hell are you going?" Joe demanded as the 17 year old walked Phoebe's room, grabbing the cigar box and going back to the door.

"I'm going to get her the hell out of prison. Like a real friend. Not throw her back in another one." Brian stormed out of the house, leaving Joe alone at the phone.

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"Look what I pulled up on our friend in jail." Monica was sitting in front of a computer screen, pointing at several details for her partner. Doggett stood in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. The documents she was looking at were medical records. "She's had more injuries in the past 6 months then I've ever seen. Concussion, broken ankle, thrown into a china cabinet."

"She some sort of Wonder Woman?" He asked, sipping his coffee. Reyes shrugged her shoulders.

"Her parents hospitalized her in a Mental Institution when she was 5 due to severe night terrors and paranoia schizophrenia." Monica added, looking at the page. "And she was taken out after a month and placed on several anti-psychotics."

"Since then she's been…?" Agent Doggett asked, drinking his coffee again. Monica looked at the address.

"She was placed with her parents up until she was 15, and then she moved out to live in her own apartment in the San Francisco area. No other records besides injuries were reported and she hasn't been on medication."

"Think she could have just lost it?" He asked.

"I don't think so. She's been off meds for a decade now. If she was going to lose it, she would have lost it a long time ago." Monica said, flipping through the pages of the Medical File on the computer. "She's also had treatment for a brain tumour." Her eye brows shifted in confusion. "That she stopped treatment for by choice."

"Brain tumour?" He asked in surprise. Monica nodded, looking at the Cat-Scan photos. He looked at it. Not being a Doctor, the tumour looked pretty bad, being the size of a chicken egg on screen. "I'm no Doctor but shouldn't she be dead by now?" Monica shrugged again.

"Actually, the tumour would have killed her before it got to be that size, if she was 5 when she had it." The two Agents looked to the door, where the red haired Agent Scully was standing. "Agent Doggett, Agent Reyes. Which one of you arranged for the pleasant phone call I received from Leyla Harrison?" The two Agent stifled a laugh as Agent Scully walked into the room. "Who's this?"

"Phoebe Nameth." Reyes said. "The girl we arrested for treading on our crime scene with a video camera."

"And she had this when she was three."

"Yes, as far as the records go." Reyes said. Scully leaned into the screen and got a good look, her doctor's mind making her stare in disbelief.

"This girl shouldn't be alive." She said, her mouth opening softly. "I mean, not even an act of God could have saved her in this stage of a tumour."

"Well, she looked pretty alive to me." Agent Doggett added. Reyes clicked back to the main screen, where the photos of the three year old girl were still looking out through the screen. Scully got closer, looking at the eyes especially.

"She looks to have some sort of discolouration of the eyes." Scully said, staring. "The report say she has green eyes, but this picture is showing blue."

"I don't even want to get into that." Doggett said, his anger from before at Phoebe's description of his son coming back. He walked out of the room. Scully looked at Reyes.

"What's that all about?" She asked.

"The girl had a description of Doggett's son in her wallet." She replied, receiving a nod from Scully. "She also said some absurd things about the boy bothering her."

"Old friend?" Scully asked.

"I doubt it. Doggett didn't seem to recognize her. And she was in San Francisco her whole life." Scully nodded again, Reyes closing the screen.

"She's here now?" Reyes nodded. "Could I talk to her?" Reyes nodded again.

"I suppose." Scully and Reyes got up and walked out of the room.

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Phoebe pounded her head against the wall behind her, looking around the practically empty cell. Two prostitutes were in the corner, but they weren't bothering her. Another girl was in the corner, shaking softly. Phoebe had already recognized her to be suffering from a reprieve from cocaine. She closed her eyes, leaning back on the wall again, and glanced at her watch. It was after midnight.

"Phoebe Nameth?" Her head perked up at the sound of her name. The guard looked at her, obviously startled by her eyes and the soft glow. "Some Agents want to talk to you." Just great, she thought, standing up. No one looked at her as she walked to the guard, who followed behind her as she was lead to the only interrogation room in the building. The door was opened for her by a second guard, this one a woman with brown hair, and Phoebe entered the harshly lit room without complaint.

Immediately the boy looked up at her from his place at his father's side. She looked to the three Agents, Doggett and Reyes she knew, but the third, a red haired woman whom she hadn't seen before. Sighing, she supposed they wanted her to sit down at the opposite end of the room. She obeyed without a word.

"Phoebe Nameth?" Reyes asked her. She nodded softly. Scully took it from there, looking at the girl. She looked so young, pale skin with her eyes glowing with blue flame. Heavy brown hair hung messily from the ponytail she had pulled it into. The red haired Agent looked to be staring into her soul.

"What were you doing back on the Crime Scene?" Doggett questioned her. She looked at the table, folding her hands.

"I was getting some better footage."

"With who?"

"No one."

"You spoke to someone." Reyes added. "You mistook us for those people."

"I talk to myself in the dark. One of the many side affects of paranoia. As you no doubt already know." Phoebe was unnaturally calm, considering her mind was racing with thoughts of her parents bursting in with their million dollar lawyer and Court Order to make the Agents lose their jobs.

"You were also diagnosed with a brain tumour." Scully finally said. "Which was never treated but even when you were three years old, didn't kill you."

"I have strong faith."

"Strong faith wouldn't have saved you." Scully replied. She looked at the girl's throat, where a single key hung from a silver chain. "What is your faith, if I may ask?"

"I'm an Atheist." She said, her eyes flaring again. She looked at the boy and smiled softly, trying to reassure him. Doggett saw the gesture.

"Who were you talking to?" He asked. "In the car?"

"Myself." She replied. "I have a tendency to do that when I'm alone. I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise."

"You were looking at someone." He said, crossing his arms. "Who were you looking at?"

"It's called faking." She answered him curtly. "I fake that there's someone with me so I don't feel so alone."

"You do this often?"

"I seem to be alone a lot nowadays." She said, leaning back in the chair. "Look if I'm not required to talk to you I'd just like to go back to my cell."

"Not just yet." Agent Reyes said. "You had a description of a boy in your wallet. Who was the boy?"

"A figment of my imagination. It's a coincidence that it happened to be the man's son."

"You make up murdered children?" Reyes asked with a look of seriousness in her eyes. You won't get away with this Phoebe, she thought to herself. She sighed and looked at the table, not responding.

"I don't have to talk to you without a lawyer do I?" She asked. She received a, "No." From the red haired Agent. "Then this interrogation is over." Phoebe closed her eyes softly and felt a tug on her sleeve. She opened them and the blue eyed boy faced her, his blond hair shimmering in the harsh light. She looked at Doggett. He stared at her movements strangely, and it appeared as if her eyes had become more blue, if it was possible.

"Who are you looking at now?" He asked, and Phoebe looked at him, the blue fading to normal. She opened her mouth, but never got a response when the door burst open.

"I'm sorry Agents." The guard said and three people burst into the room. Doggett saw Phoebe slam her head into the table repeatedly as she saw the faces of the man and woman. The man, tall and blond looked at his daughter while the woman, dark hair and tall hugged herself softly, while the man in the business suit looked at the Agents.

"Don't say anything else Miss Nameth. You three have no right to continue this interrogation with my Client."

"PHOEBE SWEETIE!" Her mother ran to her daughter and lifted her out of the chair. "Why didn't you call us if you needed help?"

"Mom…" She said. But never got to say anything.

"You're coming home and living with us. No more FBI meddling with our affairs." He looked sternly at Doggett, Reyes and Scully, and escorted his wife and daughter out of the room. Phoebe stayed for a moment, looking from the lawyer to the Agents. She looked at the lawyer.

"Off the record." She said. "The boy tells you to 'Come See." She walked out of the room and to the front desk. Doggett followed on her tail.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going!" The lawyer shouted at him, following his client and the Agent to the Department office. Brian walked into the office at the moment Phoebe's parents stormed out, and Phoebe was dragged with them.

"Phoebe!" He shouted after her.

"Ask Joe." She said angrily, and went with her parents. Brian watched from the glass in the doorway as his best friend was shoved into the family limousine and was driven off into the night.

"Hold it right there." The lawyer said, standing between Agent Doggett and the door. He looked at the Limo drive away, and then to the man with the cigar box. The two shared a look, before Agent Doggett stomped back to his partners.

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Kind of a confusing Chapter. I promise it gets to great supernatural happenings in the next chappie! R &R!