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Chapter 6: Square One and lies

Booth and Johnson were in Booth's office going over the case again and eating Chinese food. They were back to square one. Everyone was pointing fingers at one another, all has rock solid alibies. And they still haven't found the rest of Cameron Newell's remains. It was like they were stuck in limbo.

"Oh!" Johnson exclaimed putting her head in her heads.

Booth looked at her. "Everything alright?'

"No, were back to square one."

"Hodgins said that he found a something that will tell us where your vic was, or the rest of the remains." Booth said digging thought his Chinese take-out box with chopsticks.

"I know, he does his buggy and slimy things. But want I don't get is rock solid alibies, something does not seem to add up. Maybe we should look a little better at them and try and find the actual errors in it." Johnson suggested.

"Good idea, I'll take the work, you take family and friends." Booth said as they started to look thought the alibis. "Johnson?"

Johnson looked up at Booth. "Yes?" She replied scrolling though the web on her phone.

"Do you like it here?"

Johnson looked at him with a puzzled face. Why was he asking her if she liked it. "Yeah, I guess. I do miss my old co-workers a bunch, but I guess I can get use to DC and hopefully build friendships here." Johnson said going back thought the alibies.

Booth actually didn't find anything wrong with Consultant Johnson, he understood why she was a bit put off. A new place, new work and co-workers she had to try and impress. And she was only 18.

"Um Booth?" Johnson asked with a bit a shakiness in her voice.

"Yes." He replied wondering what she was going to ask.

"I know your the best sniper around, and I was wonder if you could help me on my FBI training, if you wouldn't mind?"

"Oh course I'll help. I see you turning into one of the best assets the FBI will ever have." Booth told her as she smiled and went back to her file.

"It really means so much, and working here is kind of like interning a bit. So I got most of the studies out of the way. And not to mention my other college classes in taking online as a back up plain."

"A back up plain?" Booth asked as Johnson nodded.

"Whoa!" Johnson said as she read what the alibi was and what was on her phone.

"What?" Booth asked setting his food on his desk.

"Well, online it says Mr. Fiona Newell was not at the Paillettes et Glamour Restaurant; Glitz and Glamour restaurant is French at all the inter nights check out, except this one, nor what Mr. Gallivant at the Art Show." Johnson told him.

"How do you know?"

"I asked Angela to double check online and on the phone real quick and guess what else, both Mr. Gallivant and Mrs. Newell were at Fancy, that really expensive restaurant that is like the best of the best, they were both made a reservation there."

"So what was Mr. Gallivant and Mrs. Newell doing at a restaurant together and lied about where they were?" Booth asked himself.

"Maybe they were having an affair ... I man anything is possible right?" Johnson said a matter-a-factly as she put a bit of sweet n sour chicken in her mouth.

"I like that idea. It seams very passable." Booth said leaning back in his chair.

"So, do you like it here?" Johnson asked Booth as she sighed in her take-out container.

"Yes I do. My families here and I have a great job." Booth replied.

"Oh and Angela still hasn't been able to get the stuff off the phone." Johnson told Booth. "So who gonna tall to Mr. Gallivant, Mrs. Newell and Mr. Nick?"

"I was thinkin you and Sweets tall to them, Mr. Gallivant and Mrs. Newell in separate interrogating rooms. While Bones and I talk to Mr. Nick." Booth explained. "Then after it, I'll go with Sweets to Kelly, while you and Bones go Mandy."

"What does Dr. Brennan think of me?" Johnson asked.

"She actually likes you, more or less."

After they got done with lunch and calling Mrs. Newell in and having her in interrogation room #1 while Mr. Gallivant was on #2.

Sweets and Johnson walked in, and a very unhappy Mrs. Newell was uspet that they didn't let her get her daily spa treatment.

"I hope you have a good reason!" Fiona sneered crossing her arms like a child does when he gets in trouble.

"Actually it's a very good explanation." Johnson told her as she sat down in the chair, followed by Booth. "Now what was your alibi again?"

Fiona looked at Johnson. "I told you already I was Paillettes et Glamour Restaurant! What more do you want from me."

"According to what's online you never were there." Sweets told her.

"That's impossible! I was there with my girlfriends!" Fiona countered back.

"But on the contrary, you were at Fancy with Mr. Gallivant on last Wednesday." Johnson told her showing the phone reservation and the one online.

"Thanks impossible, it must be a error in the waitress's part." Fiona told them.

"Its very easy to blame someone else, but we talk to the people who were on shift and they never saw you are your friends there."

"Oh give me a break, I'm sure there's something that's left out."

"You know Mr. Gallivant's in the other room, all we have to do is go ask him." Johnson said as she keep quiet. "Okay, well talk to him ..." She said as she started for the door when Fiona spoke up.

"Fine, lied about my alibi, I was with Mr. Gallivant, but it was purely for my sons work. He wouldn't tell me anything so I set up a little supper for us to talk, I told Gerald that I was going out with friends. But I didn't kill my own son!" Fiona told them.

"Were not saying you are, we just want the facts." Sweets told her and he and Johnson sat back down.

"All I wanted to know is how Cameron was doing at work. And Mr. Gallivant said he was doing the best out of any worker he had!" Fiona sighed telling them the truth.

"So you weren't having an affair?"

"Heavens no! I love Gerald in spite of our differences." Fiona said.

"So if we ask Mr. Gallivant he will collaborate your story?" Johnson asked her.

"Yes." Fiona said a matter-of-factly.

"Okay, what else did you tall about?"

"Well, he asked if I talked to Cameron lately." Fiona said.

"What did you tell him?" Asked Sweets.

"No I haven't, he wasn't speaking to me at all. And then he asked why I didn't like him girlfriend and I told him that she was a foster lowlife that's all."

"Was he upset about your answer?"

"Oh yes, he was defending Riley about everything. It was making me sick to listen to him go on and on about who much of a wonderful girl she was." Fiona cringed at the thought of Riley.

"We get you didn't like her, but why would Mr. Gallivant be upset about it?" Johnson asked.

"His father was adopted, and his step-bother was like am adopted brother to him."

"So your not to up on adopted people, are you?"

"Oh no!" Fiona exclaimed. "Can I go? Are you done?"

"Yes you may go." Sweets said as Fiona got up and walked out.

"Good afternoon Mr. Gallivant," Johnson greeted as Sweets closed the door.

"Good afternoon to you to agents." Mr. Gallivant said.

"Correction, were not agents, I'm a consultant and Sweets is a physiologist." She corrected him and he replied."Okay."

"According to your alibi you were at Art Show is that corrected?" Sweets asked.

"Yes. I find art work worth a thousand words." Mr. Gallivant replied to het question.

"But according to the roster you weren't there, they never saw you." Sweets told him.

"Oh boy, I was there..."

"Cut the crap, we know you were at Fancy with Mrs. Newell!" Johnson scoffed cutting him off before he could say anymore.

"She told you everything didn't she?" Mr. Gallivant sighed.

"What do you think she told us?" Sweets asked.

"She came by to talk about her son and talk trash about his girlfriend, I told her I didn't want to here anything she had to say about foster kids. I told her he was doing fine and was the best worker I ever had." Mr. Gallivant told them.

His answer what similar to Mrs. Newell's answer. So they were telling the truth. Both answers line up with the alibi that was the truth.

"So, I guess that was all we needed to know." Johnson sighed.

Mr. Gallivant got up. "You know, next time just call and I'll come, no need for an government transport." He said giving Johnson a smile as he pulled his information card.

"I'll be sure to." She said taking the card from him and followed, by Sweets out of the room.

"So, all that lying was just for so no one would think they were having an affair." Johnson shook her head. "But he's still not telling us something?"

Mean while Bones and Booth was on their way to Mr. Nicks house

"I was wrong, Johnson is what they say. She's good at her job."

"See it never pays to jump to conclusions, Booth." Bones told him.

"I know, I was being irrational."

"You learn from mistakes. Many people in history made mistakes and learned from them ..." Bones was getting ready to tell him a bunch of people that made mistakes and he told her he already knew most of the..

"Yes and she asked me to help her with her FBI training." Booth told Bones who looked at him.

"She looks up to you Booth. They only reason people ask others to help them is because they look up to them and hope they will help give them advice." Bones told Booth.

They arrived at Mr. Nick's house. Booth pulled into the driveway and turned off the SUV. They both got out and walked up to the door. Booth knocked and a tall man with gray hair and glasses answered the door.

"Yes, how may I help you?" He asked.

"Mr. Frank Nick, Special Agent Seeley Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan, were here to talk about the file you have on Kinderman and Markham?" Booth said as Mr. Nick's eyes widened.

"Come in." He said leaning out the door and looking around then letting them come in. "Let me guess you found the file on Mr. Cameron Newell's desk?" He asked.

"Yes, why did you have a file on your son?" Booth asked as they sat down.

"Hello, I'm Marie Nick, would you like anything?" She asked as Booth and Bones introduced themselves.

"I'm fine." Booth said.

"Just glass of water." Bones told her as she went to get it.

"Camerons dead isn't he?" Mr. Nick asked.

"Yes, he is. But how did you know?" Booth asked shocked that he knew he was dead.

Mr. Nick got up and walked over to a drawer and opened it, grabbing out and envelope. "Here, this is going to explain my hunch." He hands Booth the note and Booth read it.

'MARK MY WORDS MR. NICK, ON OF YOUR SNITCHES WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T DROP IT.' Was what it said in Rockwell Extra Bold font in red.

"So this was a death threat." Mr. Nick told then after Bones looked at it. "Keep it, your gonna need it to put away the person how did this."

"How do you know that whoever sent this note is behind Cameron's death?" Booth asked.

Mr. Nick sighed. "I might be old, but I know half the time the people that send out death threats are the ones who killed them."

"So do you know who sent them?" Booth asked as Mr. Nick have Bones to glass of water she asked for.

"Thanks" Bones told her as she nodded.

"Yeah, David Markham, maybe he found out what we were searching for and killed him" Mr. Nick concluded.

"But Mandy Wilkinson was the one passing information to you, why was he killed and she wasn't?" Bones asked.

"Look, I don't have all the answers for everything, I don't know why he was and she wasn't." Mr. Nick told them as he sat back down.

"Why do you think David Markham killed him?" Bones asked as she studies him.

"Because, Kinderman was in one it to! He was wanting someone less obvious to do digging on his parted. He didn't trust him. If you want to know more you should ask him."

"We will, but why did Cameron get hurt and Mandy or Kelly didn't?"

"I don't know, all I know is Cameron was poking around more than he was supposed to." Mr. Nick replied to him.

"So that's why you thought he got killed?" Bones asked.

"Oh yes, Markham doesn't like ... how should I put it, bad publicity."

"But how would he find out?" Booth asked.

"He might be obvious to most things, but when it comes to a lot of late nights and whispering on the phone alot, he starts yo wonder what the heck is going on?" Mr. Nick told him.

"So did he say something to you?"

"He said one of his workers was making a lot of mysterious calls, but he didn't name names. And that's about all I know."

"Okay, thanks for you time." Booth said as he and Bones for up and walked out the door.

After the traded people (lol) Bones and Johnson went to talk to Mandy Wilkinson

"So, Mandy's the squealer." Johnson said a loud. "But that still doesn't make since that Cameron was killed and she wasn't?"

"Most things in life never make since. Maybe the person we least think could be the murderer." Bones said as the walked up to Mandy's house.

They knocked on the door and a brunette man answered the door. "May I help you?" He asked.

"Does a Mandy Wilkinson lives here?" Asked Johnson.

"Yes, but she's out of town, visiting her mother in in hospital and I'm sure you can always call her. Sorry I'm no help. And I don't know anything about her work. Work and personal lives we keep separate." He told them as they told him thanks for telling them.

He closed the door as they walked down the steps.

"Well, I guess we have to tell Booth so we can do a call or video chat." Bones told Johnson as they went to the SUV.

Mean while Booth and Sweets went to talk to Kelly David.

"I like Johnson, she's good at getting a confession." Sweets told Booth.

"I wouldn't doubt it. The LA Violent Crime Squad was sad to see her go. They said she was the best consultant, and even her age." Booth said. "But of course she was an intern like she is here until she turned 21 and passes her FBI training."

"I can see that, but the D.C. FBI gained a very valuable asset." Sweets said with this wonderful smile. (Who doesn't like Sweets smile?)

They walked up to Kelly's apartment and knocked on her door. A blonde haired girl, holding a Chihuahua in her arm.

"Hello, may I help you?" She asked rubbing her dogs head.

"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is my colleague Dr. Lance Sweets. Were here to tall about you and the Kinderman and Markham file." Booth told her as her eyes widened.

"Come on in." She said as they come in she closed her door and locked the bottom lock. "Let me guess, Mr. Nick told you, and Cameron is dead."

"How do you know ..." Booth said as he was cut of my Kelly.

"Barry told me. So that's why I put this together." She said handing Booth a thick file.

"What this?" Booth asked as he looked at it.

"Its all the dirt we have on Markham and other things that might say why Cameron was killed." Kelly said setting her Chihuahua. "Stay Taco!" She told the dog as she lay at her mistress' feet.

Booth just looked at the dog. Everyone knows that a Chihuahua can not be a dog, because it looks like a rat, as some people say.

"I was told you were sick?" Booth asked.

"I was, but I'm better know, I just don't feel like going, now that Cameron's dead, I could be next!"

"So why were you digging up dirt on Markham?" Sweets asked.

"Because, Mr. Nick though he was nothing it trouble. And I could flirt with him to get into his office to look around." Kelly said nonchalantly as she added. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks."

"No, I'm fine." Said Booth. "So what did you find out? Would it have anything to do with Cameron's death?"

"So far I only found out that Mt. Markham was getting a whole lotta money eyes week, apart from his weekly salary." Kelly told them.

"How well did you know Cameron?"

"I knew him because he's my step-cousin! I was able to get him the job. He really liked it, but my step-aunt hates me, just because I'm her sisters adopted daughter by marriage, along with my sister Mandy. She called me a blonde bimbo dummy. Real nice huh?" Kelly told them sarcastically. "And Mandy a no live slut."

"We already know she hates all people that are adopted, do you know why?"

Kelly thought about it for a minute and then answered. "Not really, but I think she was adopted people because her mother adopted her and abused her, or something like that. I don't really know."

"So Mr. Newell is adopted?" Asked Sweets.

"Was." Kelly reminded. "After that the stated took her away and she got put back with her real family after her father got back from jail and her mother drug rehab."

"Do you think Mr. Newell would be able to murder someone?" Booth asked.

"I don't know, I really didn't see her alot. I only saw her on holidays." Kelly told them.

"So why would someone want Cameron dead?"

"I don't know, he was a really nice person, wouldn't hurt a fly. He loved his girlfriend, Riley. Talked about her all the time!" Kelly said.

"Okay, so what would be in this file that would lead us to Cameron's killer?" Sweets asked.

"It had most of the people that were in cahoots with Markham, and wanted to know what we were doing. Barry, Cameron, Mandy and I only told each other, and on burner phones that if someone got specious about us, we'd smash the phone and throw it away."

"So, was there anyone who was suspicious?" Asked Sweets.

"No, not that I know of, but that's about all I know." Kelly told them.

"Thanks for your help, we will call you if you have any more questions." Booth said as he and Sweets told her goodbye and went out the door.

Hi, sorry its soooo late. I've finally got all my books done and I'm working over time one these so I can get them done by 2016 hopefully! And the next chapter will have more squinterns, just so you know!

I'm so happy because Dec. 21 is my birthday, I'll be seventeen! Yay! One year old to death (LOL) *coughs* one year old to go to college and be a fashion designer and a few of things as back up, those are my back up plains.

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