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Chapter 2: Gets worse before it gets better.
It was Clarissa Johnsonvich, better known as Claire Johnson's first day as a federal agent in DC. She and her family moved to DC two days ago. So Monday was her first time at the Federal Bureau of Investigation as a Special Consultant for the DC FBI. Even though she consulted back in Los Angeles when she was sixteen thanks to her parents and their family friends. Now two years later she was in Washington D.C. as a Special Consultant. But this was different, she moved into her own apartment, got a 1958 Lincoln that was a gift from her grandfather. She was really close with them, more so than her other siblings. And now a whole new chapter of her life begins.
Claire was one of seven kids, she being the second. Felix Johnsonvich, was twenty-four and got all the attention from his parents. Jake Johnsonvich was Claire's sixteen-year-old brother, but he wasn't that bright when it came to normal things, but when you got him around a camera, he'd take flight. Matthew and Sarah Johnson was Claire's ten-year-old twin siblings, even though they were twins, they didn't act like it. Matthew as the joking one and Sarah was the rational one. The. Mikey and Sierra Johnsonvich was Claire's seven-year-old twins to. They got what every they wanted just by throwing a fit.
Claire was being show to her desk by her boss. She nodded and told him thanks you as she took a seat. She put her phone in her pocket and looked at her desk. She opened all the drawer in her desk. They were empty. She would have to do some shopping to fill them up with things she'd need. She hated just sitting there like a bump on a log.
Then two men, one was tall and masculine with brunette hair, Claire guesses he was around her father's age or younger and the other was tall and skinny and Claire guess he was around her age. They walked over to her. Claire stood up as they greeted her.
"So, you must be Special Consultant Claire Johnson, right?" The older one asked as Claire shook his hand.
"Yes, that's right." She replies with a smile as she shook the younger man's hands.
"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth." The older one introduced himself as Claire, but at work known as Johnson nodded.
"And I'm Dr. Lance Sweets." The younger one said with a smile.
" Oh, so your a doctor ... of what? If you don't mind me asking?" Johnson asked.
"I'm a doctor in psychology." Sweets replied.
"Oh, like my cousin." She smiled and took a deep breath.
"So you consulted in Los Angeles before coming here?" Booth asked.
"Yes. Um, well, my friend Don Eppes and his family have known each other for many years, so we grew up together. So my parents actually wanted me to be a doctor, but I didn't want to do that. So, after school I'd go there and help with the cases. I'm good at identifying bullets and finding what gun it came from. I'm good with cars too. I can tell you what's wrong with them just by hearing ... Oh and I am good with dismantling bombs too." Johnson explained spinning her family heirloom ring around her left middle finger. "And before you ask I was schooled privately and I did online collage after school since I was fourteen. I just did it to impress my parents, not that it dis any good."
Both Booth and Sweets nodded.
Booth looked at his watch. "Okay, now that we got to know you, lets catch you up-to-date on the case."
Johnson nodded. "Okay!" She followed Booth and Sweets.
"The victim is Cameron Newell, twenty-three years-old, Caucasian male judging by the reconstruction of his head that Angela Montenegro drew by looking at the vic's head. His head was found early this morning by two joggers at a park." Booth explained as they made there way into the big conference room. He pulled up the picture of the crime scene on his phone and showed Johnson.
She looked at the crime scene photos. The body had some leaves and maggots crawling on it. One of the eyeballs was hanging out. The skull was stained with blood. There was shattering on the frontal lobe of the head. Most of the flesh on the head was gone.
"What about how long he's been dead?" Johnson asked taking a seat at the big table.
"Well, without the rest of the remains it hard to tell, but there trying their best to figure it out. But were also waiting on Bones to get back with us on fracture to the head." Booth replied taking a seat across from Johnson, then Sweets sat two chairs down from Johnson.
"Bones?" Johnson asked looking at Booth with a puzzled expression on her face. "Who's Bones?"
"Bones is Dr. Temperance Brennan. Booth calls her that because ..." Sweets trailed of when Booth looked at him.
"The reason I call her that is because she details with human bones for a living and it was an annoying nickname." Booth added leaning back in the chair.
"So do I just call her ... what?" Johnson asked messing with her mulit-gemstone necklace.
"Brennan." Booth replied as Johnson blinked rapidly.
"Okay, I don't get it? Why does everyone I know get a cool nickname and I don't? I mean my father calling me kitten-biscuit doesn't call for one, but hey its all right?" Johnson mumbled under her breath.
"Did you say something?" Booth asked Johnson, who just shrugged.
"No. I was just talking to myself." Johnson replied with a sarcastic smile. "So, what am I going to do? Just sit here?"
Booth just looked at her puzzled. And they say she's a valuable asset to the bureau? I hope she is how everyone says she is. Booth thought. "No, your going with Sweets to talk to Cameron's girlfriend and Bones and I are going to talk to the family."
Why couldn't we stayed in Los Angeles. Man do I miss the warm sun all year. Now I have to deal with snow, yuck! I hate the white, cold, wet stuff. I hope things get better? Johnson thought to herself. "Okay, who's driving?"
Booth for into his pocket and pulled out a par of keys. "Here, these are your keys to your own black Sedan that the bureau gave you to use during work hours."
Johnson looked at the keys in her hand. After that she followed Sweets put of the building and into the car. Johnson got into the drivers side and Sweets into the passenger side. She pulled out her phone, pulled up GPS and put in the victims girlfriend's apartment address. She pulled out the parking lot and onto the road.
"So the girl friends name is Riley Ryan, twenty five year old nurse." Sweets told Johnson.
She nodded. "Thank goodness for a GPS! Until I get use to DC I'm going to be needing it." Johnson said, taping the her phone what was put on the stand, that was suction cupped to the windshield.
"So, um how long have you been with the FBI?" Johnson asked Sweets.
"A few months now. So were both new to this ... well, I guess your not because you consulted with cases. I'm just a Federal Psychologist/Profiler. I have an undergraduate degree in psychology, a master's in abnormal psychology, and a doctorate in clinical psychology and behavioral analysis." Sweets said, gazing out the window.
"Wow! That's a lot! I'm just specialize in automotives, boats things of that nature, weapons explosives and so forth!" Johnson told him. He turned to her.
"That's a lot too." He started with his eyes brows raised.
"My grandparents told me "Just because you have your feet firm on the ground, doesn't mean you can't keep reaching for the stars." Johnson smiled turning at the light.
"Really?" He asked as she nodded. "True statement though."
"Another thing that I was taught?" She said as he looked at her. "Is true courage is pursuing your dreams even when everyone tell you its impossible. Not many of my family though I'd be a agent with the FBI, but hey, look at me now!" Johnson smiled as she thought back to her family's reaction. It was priceless to her. "I'm a bit snarky and sarcastic sometimes, if you lived in my family, you'd be the same way to."
"You strived to be noticed, by getting good grades and doing well I school, but it didn't work, so you turned to jokes, pranks, being snarky and sarcastic." Sweets said as he profiled her.
Johnson tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel. "Your right. I'm just that way, and to tell you from me, I can be a bit snarky, sarcastic and I joke all the time, and make comments about cases. But unless your one of the douche bags in my family, which speaking of a douche bag, I wonder when he's going to call and brag about his girlfriend."
"Who?" Sweets asked, hearing the discontentment in Johnson's voice.
Johnson turned her head to him. "Felix's long time girlfriend Lauren Parker. I really, really, really despite her. Her high pitch voice, nasally laugh ... oh, just thinking about her get me."
"She's that bad?" Sweets asked with a bit of a chuckle.
Johnson nodded. "Yep. That bad. She's like ... the worst. She acts like she likes me, but I know she doesn't like me. I over heard her telling someone that I was a faker, I'm dumb and I'm a pathetic person." She stopped at the light. "Enough about me, what about you. What do I need to learn about Dr. Lance Sweets?"
"Well, I'm an only child. I was adopted when I was six. I'm a Dr in psychology. And that's about the basics." Sweets replied to her question.
Johnson sighed. "Do you think Booth dislikes me?" She asked out of the blue.
"Why would you say that?" He asked back.
"Well, he didn't seam to enthused about me joining the team." She shrugged.
"He didn't really like me when I started. So were on the same boat. We've just got to get on his good side, right?" Sweets asked.
Johnson nodded. She felt a little better knowing Sweets was new here to. So it wasn't that bad. It was just Johnson having to show how good she is like she did in Los Angeles.
They pulled into the girl friends apartment parking lot. She shut of the engine and got out followed by Sweets. It was a three story building with stairs in the middle dividing it into two half of six. Altogether there was twelve apartments.
They went up the stairs to the second floor and went to apartment number 100. Johnson knocked on the gray door.
The door opened. A girl with black pigtails, a white tank with white bra straps showing. Jean Daisy Dukes with knee high socks and black sneakers. "Yeah what da ya want?" She asked in a Southern accent from Louisiana.
"I'm Special Consultant Claire Johnson and this is my colleague Dr. Lance Sweets." Johnson said showing Riley her badge.
"Yeah so?" She said, chewing on a piece gum.
"We here to talk to you about your boyfriend, Cameron Newell. May we come in and ask you some questions?" Johnson said as Riley opened the door and let them in.
They followed her to the living room. She nodded, letting them know they could sit on the couch.
"So what 'bout 'em?" She asked not looking like she could care.
"Did Cameron have any enemies, any body at work who wanted him dead?" Johnson asked as Riley scoffed at her question.
"Yeah right! Everyone loved him. No one ever would wanted to hurt him. He helped everyone around." Riley stated.
"Did anyone ever threaten him?" Sweets asked Riley as she shook her head.
"Nope!" Riley said right after Sweets finished him sentence. "Why are you asking me? Did he do something wrong? Is he okay?" She asked sounding like she was starting to panic.
"I'm sorry for you loss, he was found dead this morning." Johnson said as Riley cover her hand over her mouth as tears ran down her eyes. She got up and paiced back and forth.
"Are you sure?" Riley asked hoping it wasn't true.
"Yes, we've proven it is him." Johnson replied feeling sorry for her. "I know it's hard, I have been in your shoes, by when did you last see him?"
Riley wiped her eyes with her hands. "Three days ago. He was going on a business trip for work. But he didn't really want to go, but his boss said if he didn't go, he'd fire him."
"So this 'boss' would he want to hurt him or any co-workers?" Sweets asked as Riley thought about it.
"You know, there was this one guy who was on the phone with Cameron, you could tell the guy on the phone was yelling, but of course it was muffled,so I didn't get to hear what was going on. I asked him if something was wrong. He said no it was nothing. But I could tell to was something. But I didn't want to push him." Riley explained to them as she sat back down, she pushed her bangs out of her face.
"Can you think of anyone else?" Asked Johnson writing what she said on a little black pocket size note book.
"Not, really ... that's about all." She sighed as she blew her nose on a tissue. "But, you could talk to Barry Moore, he's co-worker and friend. They were really close."
"How close?" Sweets asked.
"Like brothers. They've been friends since the fourth grade." Riley smiled at the thought."He'd came over to help Cameron move put of his parents house."
"When did he move in to his own apartment?" Johnson asked.
"About a year ago. But his mother was going nuts because she didn't have her only baby around her. She did everything for him, from choosing his clothes, to what he ate. She was a control freak." Riley said shrugging her shoulders.
"So would his mother harm him?" asked Sweets.
"Oh no never him, but me, I no doubt she'd hurt me." Riley sighed at the thought. "All because I'm a foster kid."
"What was your relationship like with him?" Sweets asked.
"Well, when I first met his all he did was read and study, his parents, mainly his mother didn't let him have any fun. I took him to parties, not normal parties with alcohol and drugs, just parties with upbeat music, socializing and other nerdy things he liked." Riley smiled. "Like the ultimate gamers party. With all the best games."
"What about you did his parents not like about you?" Johnson asked.
"If was only his mother that said I was a trouble maker, that I was a low life, just because I grew up in a foster home. She though upper-class people should only converse with upper-class people. But his father really like me." Riley sighed messing with her Hello Kitty necklace.
"I see you like Hello Kitty?" Johnson asked noticing the necklace.
"Yes, it was a gift from Cameron for my birthday. He knew hoe much I like Hello Kitty, but when his mother found out she went all crazy. Apparently she didn't like my boyfriend giving his 'low life' as she called me girlfriend a Hello Kitty necklace."
"So his father liked you, how did his mother think about it?" Johnson asked Riley as she got up.
"His parents aren't as close as his mother portrays them to be." Riley replied picking up a picture of them at Comic Con. "I was Wonder Woman and he was Super Man, his mother hated it."
"Thanks you so much for your time." Sweets said as they made their way out of Riley's apartment.
"All we need to do is find that phone?" Johnson said as they got into the Sedan.
"That means we'll have to go to his apartment and see if we can't find it." Sweets said.
"I'll call Booth and tell him what we found out." Johnson said.
Mean while, Booth and Bones were on their way to Cameron Newell parents house.
"I mean she seems realm nice, but so far I haven't seen what they all say about her." Booth said, going on a rant about Agent Johnson to Bones.
"Maybe she hasn't warmed up yet. Science shows that people who don't feel like they have a place are more shielded than other." Bones explained to Booth.
"So, what does that mean? I'm suppose to let her have her way and act all nice and fatherly to her when I don't even know her?" Booth asked raising his eye brows.
"No Booth, get to know her, then she blossom into her normal self." Bones told Booth.
"So that's what I'll do, I'll get to know her." Booth told himself.
"Do the same thing that you did with Sweets, even though I don't believe is psychology." Bones said.
They arrived at the parents house. Booth pulled into the driveway and parked the car they got out and walked to the car.
Booth knocked on the door. "I'm telling you Bones, I'm not going to be all fatherly to Agent Johnson, I'm just going to keep her at a colleague length."
"Booth, that's not what I mean, I'm not telling you to be a father to her, just be like you and I to her." Bones said.
The door opened. A brunette lady, around forty opened the door. "Yes, may I help you?" She asked Booth.
"Are your Mrs. Fiona Newell?" Booth asked her.
"Yes, why? Is something the matter?" She asked concerned. She lowered her eye brows.
"Can we talk?" Booth asked as she nodded and lead them in the house. She closed the door. "You can sit on the yellow couch." She said with a trembling voice.
Bones and Booth sat down on the couch as the Mother came and sat down.
"My husband will be here any minute, can this wait for him?" Fiona asked.
"First we would like to talk to you first." Booth said. "When was the last time you saw him?"
"Maybe a week ago? But he was just here to pick up some of his things." Fiona replied with a huff.
"Why was he picking up his things?" Asked Booth.
"He was what I suppose was to live his his scanty girlfriend. I tell you, she was nothing but trouble." Fiona scoffed.
"So I take it you didn't like her." Booth stated.
"I loathed her. She was changing him. He was always smart and in his books, but when she came along he was going to parties, and staying up late ... he just want himself." Fiona sighed.
"So you didn't like her." Booth said as Fiona cut in.
"She was just a foster low life. He could do much better then her."
Bones' was upset about what she was saying. Bones was in the foster system. And she wasn't a low life. That's the one reason she disliked rich people like her. Bones got up and went out the front door to get some air.
"What's her problem?" Fiona asked stuck up.
"You know I'll be right back." Booth went after Bones. She went out the door and up to her. "Bones I know your hurt about what she says, but someone killed her son and we have to find the killer?"
Bones wiped her eyes on her hand. "But Booth, I was one of them kids, I hate it when people are ignorant about other people who aren't rich like them." Bones said.
"I know, if you want to wait out in the SUV and I'll finish asking if you want." Booth asked.
"No, we've got a killer to catch." Bones replied as she followed Booth back in side the house.
"Okay, were where we?" Booth asked himself.
"I was explaining how I didn't like his girlfriend, when your colleague ran out." Fiona interjected.
"Do you know of anyone who would have wanted him dead?" Booth asked.
"I'd like to say 'yes' but unfortunately he never told me anything, he moved out into his own apartment a year ago, all because Riley said he needed to get out on his own."
"Do you know where he lived?" Asked Booth.
"No ..." Fiona started to say when she was interrupted by her husband, Gerald Newell.
"Hello, honey I'm home ..." He said when his sentence trailed off when he saw Booth and Bones sitting on the couch. "Hello," He said politely as he shook Bones and Booth's hands.
"Gerald, this is Agent Seeley Booth and his colleague Dr. Temperance Brennan." Fiona told her husband.
"The FBI what are you doing here? Fiona, did you buy all the shoes ay the store?" He jokingly said as Fiona rolled her eyes.
"No Gerald! There here to talk about your son." She said with a huff.
Gerald shook his head. "How can I help?"
"Did your son have anyone how wanted him dead?" Booth asked.
"No, not that I knew of. But Riley is a sweet girl that would never hurt him, in spite of what Fiona says." Gerald said. "After he moved out he really didn't visit that much, only for holidays and birthdays and special occasions that's all I know."
"Is he okay?" Fiona asked looking at them.
"I'm sorry for your lost. He was found dead this morning." Booth said as Fiona broke into tears. Gerald grabbed his wife and held her.
"Just find out how did this and bring them to justice." Gerald said as Fiona told them they could go.
"Thank you for your time." Booth said getting up followed by Bones.
They went out of the house and got into the Sedan. Booth phone rang. "Hello." He answered it.
"Booth, its Johnson. The girlfriend said he had his own apartment, so I was wonder what you wanted to do?" She asked.
"Okay, Bones needs to be getting back to the Jeffersonian, so you and I will go check it out." Booth replied pulling out of the driveway.
"Okay, sounds good to me. We'll meet you there. Bye." Johnson said as Booth said by and they hung up.
Sorry this was a looong chapter, but I didn't know where to stop. But the next chapter will be a bit shorter, I promise.
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Sparksy97: Yes she is. I was aiming for that. And yes, I'm not the best at proof reading. I'm dyslexic so I have a habit of switching things around and not catching it.
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