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 5: Lawyerin' up.
Booth and Johnson went into the Big Money company.
"I still don't know what they do here?" Johnson asked herself. "Do you know?"
Booth looked at her. "I think they sell a camera or something like that, something that makes billions of dollars.
They walked inside. The carpet was a soft blue, with tan suede couches and loveseats and some beige marble tile. Glass chandeliers with gold trimming. Real flowers on the information desk. It looked like the inside of Buckingham Palace.
Booth and Johnson walked up to the information desk.
"Hello, welcome to Big Money Company, I'm Valerie Beria, how may I help you." She smiled pushing up her glasses.
"Hello, we're here to see Mr. Frank Gallivant." Booth told her.
"Hold on a sec." She told him as she went to the phone and dialed the number for his office. "Yes, is Mr. Gallivant open?"
She turned to them. "He's in a meeting right now."
"Tell him its the FBI." Booth said flashing his badge.
"Uh Patricia, the FBI is down here wanting to talk to him." She told her. "Patricia is going to get him now." A few minutes later she said. "Its the 15th floor, he'll be waiting for you."
"Thanks." Booth smiled as he and Johnson went to the elevator.
"You know what?" Johnson said as she hit the button up and continued. "I hate rich people that think because they have so much money that they can do whatever and have no consequences for their action!"
Booth looked at her. "Clam down Johnson, why do you care so much?" Booth asked in a soft and mellow voice.
Johnson was reluctant to tell him but she had to explain, she was raised lying is wrong. "One of the big companies in LA, the CEO crashed into my friend's cousin's car, killing her, of course he was driving drunk. He thought money would be the solution, but it wasn't." She sighed.
"What happened?" Asked Booth as they had one more level to go.
"Nothing." She said flatly.
"Nothing?"
"Yep, he donated a huge amount of money and they just bypassed it! He murdered my friend's cousin and nothing happened!"
The door opened and they exited. Johnson felt horrible for telling Booth this, when she didn't even know him that well.
"That's the one thing that's wrong with the justice system." That was all Booth said before they were greeted by Patricia and shown to Gallivant's office.
"Never did I think that the FBI would visit. What may I help you with." Mr. Gallivant, a tall, muscular built man in his early 30s said all smugly then ran his hands though his brunette hair.
"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my colleague Special Consultant Claire Johnson." Booth introduced to him flashing both their badges.
Mr. Gallivant was getting ready to kiss Johnson's hand when she pulled it and crossed her arm.
"Apparently your not for a nice greeting for a gentleman to a lady." Gallivant said as he went back yo his chair.
"I'm not a lady! ... well in a since, but not that type." Johnson snapped as Booth looked at her them to him.
"We're here to talk about your associate Cameron Newell." Booth told him as he sat back in his seat.
"Aw yes. Good old Newell, a good associate, what about him? Did him Mommy call and tell us we were being mean to him?" He mockingly said with a chuckle.
"No, he's dead!" Johnson said putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh." Mr. Gallivant said with not so distraught tone.
"So your not sad about his death?" Johnson asked with wide eyes. 'Typical CEOs' She thought.
"Well, I am, I just don't show it." He replied nonchalantly.
"Do you know of anyone how would have wanted him dead?" Booth asked as Mr. Gallivant sighed.
"Not really, you should ask Barry Moore, they have been friends for as long as both of them had started. All I knew was he was a good worker." Mr. Gallivant shrugged taking a foam basketball and tossing it back and forth in his hands.
"So, you know of no one who would want him dead?" Johnson asked perturbed.
"Not realm, unless his mother ... no, that would be Riley." He stopped himself and then continued.
"His mother? What are you even talking about?"
"I'm saying that his mother could have possibly killed him, but then I remembered his mother didn't hate him, he hated his girlfriend Riley." Mr. Gallivant said with a smile.
Booth looked at Johnson, who looked back at Booth. This guy was impossible to deal with! He was arrogant and up tight. And thought he was God's gift to women too!
"I wish I was more help, is there anything more you need?"
"Can we see his desk?" Johnson asked.
"Oh sure, I'll let Patricia show you to it, while I finish my meeting." He said as he informed Patricia what to do. He went on to his meeting while Patricia showed them to the victim's desk.
"Here you go. And Mr. Gallivant will join you shortly." She smiled.
"Thanks." Booth said as she walked off.
They started to look, Booth took the top of the desk and Johnson took the drawers of the desk. They looked at everything. Then at the bottom of the last drawer, Johnson found the vic's cellphone.
"Look what we have here?" She said holding up the phone and waving it.
"Okay, check to see what's on it." Booth told her as she flipped it open.
She pressed and held the on button and nothing happened. She pressed the on button again, and still nothing happened.
Johnson looked at Booth as she stood up. "Its dead! Its not coming on whatsoever!" She said with a sigh.
"I'll send it to Angela and see if she can recover anything off of it." Booth said as he looked thought a pile of documents.
One them caught his eye. She opened it and looked at the pages. It was a file on Kinderman and Markham real estate company.
Johnson looked at Booth and joined him on the file.
"What is a business man having a file on a real estate business?" Booth asked skimming thought the pictures and letters.
"Well I can tell you one thing! This is not just a document, this is a file of dirt on them." Johnson told Booth pointing the yellow sticky note with the words: KINDERMAN AND MARKHAM DIRT.
"Well, I wonder what our victim was in?" Booth pondered as Mr. Gallivant walked up.
"You can take anything on the desk or in it that will help." He said giving a charming smile.
"Oh, now we won't need a warrant." Johnson smiled sarcastically.
"Now, there's no need to do that. Just ask and you can have it." Mr. Gallivant said as Johnson rolled her eyes in her head.
'Yeah, you want us to think your helping us so we don't have you as a target for the vic's murder.' Johnson thought as she looked over at Booth.
"Actually I would like to speak to Mr. Gallivant alone." Booth said it a look of What-Do-You-Know. He turned to Johnson. "Go talk to Barry Moore, okay."
Johnson knew that something was probably going to happen and went to find Barry Moore.
"Mr. Gallivant? Where's Barry Moore located?" Johnson asked as he told her in the lunch room. She made her way to there as Booth was lead by Mr. Gallivant to his office.
"What did Mr. Newell really do for you?" Booth asked bluntly.
Mr. Gallivant looked at him. "What makes you think that he want just a worker?" He challenged back.
"Were you aware that he was digging up dirt on Kinderman and Markham?" Booth asked.
Mr. Gallivant raised his eyebrows. "He ... was ... what?" He asked in shock and not faking the shock either.
"So you didn't know why he was digging dirt up on them?"
"No, Kinderman and Markham was ... is our sister company, my brother owns it. Why would he be digging up dirt on them is my question?"
"So you didn't know?"
Mr. Gallivant walked behind his desk and sat down. "No! I didn't know! What is it with Feds that thinks if they keep asking the question they'll have a different answer! No means just that NO!"
"All I'm trying to do is get the facts!" Booth said. "I just want to make sure of it then if someone happened to say something contrary to your answer, you have solid proof of it."
"Do what ever you want to that file, but I knew nothing about it!"
"Okay, know what's out of the way, did you see anyone hovering or talking to Mr. Newell everyday?" Booth asked as Mr. Gallivant squeezed his stress -relief-ball.
"Other than Barry and Kelly ..." He was interrupted by Booth.
"Who's Kelly?" Booth asked.
"Kelly David is Mr. Newell's co-worker, she, Barry and Cameron were like little mice at lunch. Always talking about who-knows-what." Mr. Gallivant told Booth setting his stress-relief -ball down.
"So is she at work today?"
"No, she hasn't been for a few days, she called in sick about three days ago."
"So two days before Newell was murdered."
"I tell you, Kelly was a bit jealous of Riley. He would talk no stop about her to everyone. And we could all tell she was perturbed by it."
"So Kelly had a crush on Cameron?" Booth asked glancing at his watch.
"Oh yes, anyone will tell you that."
"So Kelly David, and she hasn't been to work in three days?"
"Affirmative." Mr. Gallivant said matter-of-factly.
"Is there anyone else?"
"Nope."
"Well thanks you, we'll be in touch." Booth said giving him his card.
"Like wise Booth."
Mean while Johnson found Barry Moore, a tall man with sandy blonde hair looking at a microwave.
"Ate you Barry Moore?" Johnson asked as he looked up.
"Yes." He said looking her up and down.
"I'm Special Consultant Claire Johnson, I would like to talk about your buddy, Cameron Newell?" Johnson asked looking at him.
He took out his TV dinner and set it on the counter top. "What about him?"
"Um ... did Mr. Newell have any enemies?" She asked walking around to the other side of the counter.
"Not really, unless you count Mr. Gallivant and his huge ego than no." Mr. Moore said digging into his macaroni and cheese.
"Mr. Gallivant? I don't understand?" She asked as he chuckled.
"Oh, Miss Johnson, its a joke around here. Everyone know he has a temper, but won't hurt a fly." He said with a smile.
"Okay, so did you know he had a file on Kinderman and Markham?" Johnson asked as he looked up.
"Yes, so did Kelly. Actually we were put on it by Mr. Gallivant's boss, Mr. Charles Nick."
"So Mr. Nick put you on it? Why? How is he?"
"Yes he did. He is Mr. Gallivants grandfather is Mr. Nick, who is his stepfather's father. He took his real father's name. And back to why, is because he didn't trust his grandson."
Johnson blinked several times. "Grandson?"
"Yes, Mr. Gallivant's brother, well step brother is Mr. Kyle Kinderman." Mr. Moore said.
"So is Mr. Kinderman in competition with Mr. Gallivant?" She asked as he took a bite.
Mr. Moore nodded and swallowed. "Yep, Kinderman hates and is jealous of Gallivant."
"How do you know this?"
"Kelly's sister, Mandy is a spy for Mr. Nick and is helping us." Barry said. "But you can't let it out, I don't want to lose my job."
"I wont tell, but I will tell Booth, my partner it." She said. "Oh, and back to, did you know of anybody who had a vendetta against him?"
"No, not really, unless Mr. Kinderman found out, but I think Mandy would be the target no Cameron." Mr. Moore said.
"And where is Kelly?" Johnson asked.
"She's sick, it think with the flu." Mr. Moore shrugged taking a sip of soda.
"Oh, okay." She sighed and added. "Thanks for your time."
"Your welcome." He replied taking Johnson's card.
She walked out of the lunch room and met up with Booth. They walked to the elevator and got in.
They told each other what they found out. About Mr. Kinderman being Mr. Gallivant's stepbrother, when he told Booth that he was his brother. About Mandy, Kelly's sister being a spy. And about Mr. Nick being the grandfather and the one to have them get dirt on Kinderman. And how nobody knew of anyone who could have wanted him dead. They were back to square one.
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