Hey, so I'm not going to be posting or writing alot, because my mom is on this thing where we cut back on our electronic usage, TV, Computer and Phone. It's not that bad, So I'll try and get done ASAP.

Infringement not intended. This is purely for entertainment only. All characters belong to there rightful owns. The only one I clam on Claire Johnson, her family, her three friends and there families. And anyone else that has no obligation to the show or it's characters.

Chapter 4: Apartment Looking and Nice Neighbors.

Sweets and Booth arrived at the victim, Cameron Newell's apartment. They got out of the black Sedan. The apartment was a bit ran down. Shutters were hanging by one nail. Trash was spotted here and their. Beat-up vehicles were parked in the parking lot.

"This is where the vic lived?" Booth asked awestruck about the living conditions.

"Most the time the out side of the apartment isn't as bad as the inside. It could be way nicer in the inside then out." Sweets suggested.

They made they're way up the flight of stairs. They we're met by the apartment manager.

"Man, I can't believe he's dead! He was a nice kid." He told Booth and Sweets. "Oh, and his neighbor Mrs. Wainwright gets his mail and puts it in side his apartment for him."

"Thanks." Booth said as they went into the apartment.

When thy came in their was a hat rack on the left side of the door. A tiny kitchen was off to the left with with a small dinning room table with two chairs. A bathroom right across from the bedroom.

They started to look after they put gloves on. Booth looked in the kitchen opening every cabinet. Sweets looked at the vic's mail.

"Looks like he hasn't been here over a week, there's unopen bills, we should really talk to this neighbor." Sweets suggested.

"Man this place is spotless. All the cereal is alphabetically in order." Booth said closing the cabinet doors. He opened the refrigerator. "And all the food that expires soon is in front."

"So far the victim had OCD, judging by how clean the house is and the cabinets and refrigerator." Sweets said as they looked around the other rooms.

Booth looked in the bedroom while Sweets looked at the bathroom.

Sweets looked in the medicine cabinet, no prescription medications or drugs. His sink counter had all the condiments in wire containers. Under the sink the toilet paper was in a toilet paper container. Extra hair care and other things organized by type and date. The. Sweets looked in the shower, there was a white grip mat on the bottom of the tub. A shower rack hanging from the shower head with the bigger things on the bottom, while the smaller, lighter stuff was on the top. The tub itself was so clean you could eat a meal out of it.

Mean while Booth was looking in the bedroom. The bed was a ways a way from the big window. There was a night stand on both sides of the bed. Each with a stunning, but manly Tiffany lap. The bed had a quilt with bucks on there with ducks. The carpet was a beige color, a long dresser was on the right of the bed, up against the wall with a hunting painting high above it. Booth opened the closet, the clothes were arranged by color, size and season. The shoes were lined up on a shoe rack. Ties hung of a tie tack hanging on the closet door. Booth looked everywhere around the bedroom.

They Booth came out bedroom, while Sweets came out of bathroom.

"It's spotless and nothing to suggest fowl play, and this is not where the vic was murder." Sweets told Booth.

"We still have a head, but nobody. The parents, manly the mother hates the girlfriend. The girlfriend told us of a possible suspect. And there is nothing at his house. All we got left is the neighbor." Booth said going to the door. He opened it and went out followed by Sweets.

They walked to the neighbor's door and knocked on it. After the second knock a little old lady came to the door.

"Hello?" She said all bright eyes and bushy tail.

"Are you Mrs. Wainwright?" Booth asked.

"Mrs. Danielle Wainwright, then yes." She replied to them.

"We are aware that you take Cameron Newell's mail inside his house when he's not here?" Sweets asked the old woman.

"Yes, he's a very nice boy, and his girlfriend is super sweet, what about him?" She asked oblivious to what was going to come next. "Oh silly me, would you like to come in a chat?"

"If you want." Sweets replied to her.

"Danielle! Where's my coffee?" Her husband yelled from his recliner.

"It's coming Harold, right now we have guests, a ... I forgot to ask your names?" She smiled.

"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my colleague Dr. Lance Sweets." Booth told her.

"Oh, your with the FBI. Much more dashing then most men from the FBI and your colleagues still has a face of a baby." She said with a wink.

Booth looked at Sweets how gave a sly smile at him. "Don't you dare say it." He told Sweets as they walked though the door.

"Booth, I wasn't going to say anything." Sweets told Booth.

"Your the one with a baby face." Booth told Sweets.

"So?" Sweets told Booth back.

"Danielle where's my coffee?" He asked exasperated.

"Oh, Harold, calm yourself, we've got guests. Can I get you gentlemen anything?" She asked sweetly.

"No thanks you." Booth politely told her.

"No thank you, but thanks anyway." Sweets said to her.

"Okay, just take a seat on the blue and cream striped couch." She told Booth and Sweets, who did what she was told.

"What's the FBI doing here?" Harold Wainwright asked as his wife came over with his coffee. He was relaxing in his recliner.

"There here to talk about our neighbor boy." Mr. Wainwright said.

"Which neighbor boy, we've got tons of them?" He asked.

She shook her head at her husband. "The Newell boy, how else would they be wanting to know about. The ones who hasn't been here is over a week." She told him.

"Oh, isn't he with the real pretty girl?" He asked as Mrs. Wainwright slapped him on the head.

"So, how long have you known him?" Booth asked.

"Ever since he movies here! He was gone a lot, so he had me or Harold look after his place." She told them.

"Did you know where he went?" Sweets asked.

"Yeah, over to his girlfriend and he worked late at work all the time." Mr. Wainwright added.

"Oh and his mother, a nasty price of work came over here a couple time with her high and mighty self, wanting him to get rid of his ... I'm gonna spare you the words she used." Mrs. Wainwright told them.

"So, his mother came over here?" Booth asked making sure he hear them right.

"Yes, she would go on forever with him about his girlfriend! I tell you, she was yelling and words flying and at one point she slapped him."

"You didn't do anything?" Booth asked.

"No, we didn't want to get in it with here. We might get bones broke with her." Mr. Wainwright smiled with a wink at his wife.

"Oh Harold, were not that old! We still go for 5 mile walks every morning." She told him.

"So what about the boy? Why is the FBI wanting to know about him?" Asked Mr. Wainwright.

"He was found dead early this morning." Booth told them as they felt bad.

"He was a nice boy, I can't believe anyone would want him dead!" Mrs. Wainwright sighed glumly.

"Did you know of anyone who wanted him dead?" Sweets asked.

"Except his Mommy Dearest, no one!"

Sweets being a Physiologist said. "He was like a son to you wasn't he?"

Mrs. Wainwright looked up. "Yes, unfortunately we couldn't have kids, any kid we knew was like our grand kid in this apartment."

"It's a shame he was murdered, you find out how didn't this and make them pay." Mr. Wainwright told them.

"No doubt we will." Sweets reassured them. "Thank you for sharing with us, we will find who did this."

"And tell them we'll be haunting them when we go for the rest of there lifes!" Mr. Wainwright said as Booth a d Sweets went out.

Okay, I hope ya'll liked it. And who doesn't love a nice elderly lady and her husband? Especially one who calls Sweets a baby face. And Booth dashing, isn't she a peach. LOL!

So if would be kind enough to review, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks, bye-bye peps!