Disclaimer: I don't own The show Bones or anything that has to do with Bones.(Characters and all) I never will.

Well this is my first Bones fic... Read and Review! O.o Well... I do like the Booth x Brennan pairing... I'm just not using it in this story.

Murder at My neighbor's

Dr. Temperance Brennan walked into the crime scene. "What seems to have happened here?" she asked the nearest police officer. She is a forensic anthropologist. She had on a black suit on, and her chestnut hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She had ice blue eyes, and fair skin. A gorgeous brain I would say.

The police officer turned around. "The man who lives here... uh... George Bennet... died last night... uh... shouldn't you run home?" Brennan explained her position, quickly and efficiently. "Im very sorry ,Dr. Brennan. I truly..."

Brennan and the police officer swiftly turned their heads. Standing next to them was a woman, sobbing hysterically.

"Mrs. Bennet!" Brennan exclaimed.

"Oh, Brennan! My kind neighbor!" the Mrs. Bennet sobbed. The police officer walked away. "It was awful! I was asleep the entire time! Oh, Brennan! Save my husband!"The woman ran over and hugged Brennan, whom was not accustomed to hugs like this.

Brennan pushed Mrs. Bennet away, "There is nothing I can do, I can only find out what happened," she declared. Mrs. Bennet walk off, sobbing.

Police officers were everywhere, it was horrible. Brennan ordered her workers to take the body to the lab for analysis. She would meet her co-worker, Agent Steely Booth, there later.

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The body, perfectly preserved, arrived. A man with reddish-blonde hair and blue eyes came into the room. He looked at the body. "Zach, clean the bones for me, will you? Thanks." Without an answer from the brown haired boy, he left the room. This was odd, for him.

"I wonder what's wrong with Jack." Zach asked a young Chinese woman, with bouncy jet black hair.

"I don't know," she replied. "He has been acting strange lately."

"True." He turned to clean the bones, but stopped. "Angela, how has he been acting strange?" Angela, strong as ever, gave a strong answer

"Well, it is hard to explain." She started. "He has been wandering around, staring at these bodies. I will ask him later what's wrong. Why are you asking me about this?"

"He is my friend, I want to get to the bottom of this." Without a word, the both of them continued their work.

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Brennan walked into her office, sat on her computer, and continued writing the mystery she had been working on for ages. Fire, fire everywhere. Carli ran, trying to find an exit. She saw an opening. As she ran to it, she suddenly found...

"Hi, Bones" The annoyed writer turned around. She saw her co- worker, Booth. He had a brief-case and he seemed ready for the interview with Mrs. Bennet they had arranged on the phone earlier on. Booth always called her Bones, because of her skill around them.

"Booth, we should get going." She told him. He nodded and they got into his car.

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Both Brennan and Booth walked in Mrs. Bennet's house. The house was empty, except for the three of them. Brennan sat across from Booth, next to Mrs. Bennet at a plain, wooden dinner table.

"Mrs. Bennet, we have a few questions for you." Booth told her.

"No really, Booth, im sure she couldn't have figured that out on her own!" Brennan sarcastically remarked. Booth glared at her.

"Very funny, Bones." he turned to the other woman. "Mrs. Bennet..."

"Please, call me Sally." she said.

"Ok, Sally. You can't be more then forty, that's correct right?"

"Im actually forty-two, George was forty-three."

"Well, Sally, did George have anyone who could be linked to this death?" Brennan inquired, with a serious tone on her face.

"I don't think so." Sally tried to think, but the stares of Booth and Brennan were quite distracting to her. "There was his best friend, John Marks. They got into a fight recently, over a grill... no that was last month... was it the lawn mower... yes that's it! The lawn mower!"

"They have had more fights then this?" Booth asked. He felt like he was getting on to something.

"Yes... at least one a month... or more. Three at the most. Mostly about borrowed items."

"Did John show any emotion when he found out about the death?"

"Much, he said he would miss him terribly." Sally looked at her watch. "I have to get to an interview with the funeral home, I'm sorry I have to cut this short."

"Me too," Booth said. "Thank you for having us. We will be sure to contact you if we find anything."

"Thank you" Sally thanked.

In the car... Brennan had only one thing to say, "That woman seemed depressed." Booth only nodded at the sarcastic remark.

A/N: OK well read and review. If your not gonna give me good reviews then eh.. your EVILLE! JUST CUZ I WRITE SHORT CHAPPIES MEANS NOTTIN! clears throat pardon. o.O just leave me alone in my box!