The partners stood side by side as the door opened. The house was one of your typical large houses, just outside the city area, which had a large front garden and a swimming pool in the back. Brennan's thought immediately turned to Booth; he would have scoffed at their house. Brennan felt someone nudge her shoulder and turned to see Harry pointing at their car, which was parked on the drive besides the house. Brennan changed her position, showing signs of wanting to search the car for evidence, although Harry laid a firm hand on her shoulder and told her to be patient.

Brennan huffed. She turned her attention back to the front door and knocked again, wondering why no one had answered them yet. Finally, a few minutes later, Mrs Hughes answered the door. Her smile faltered when she realised who it was and turned back down the hall.

'George!' she cried.

Her husband rushed towards the door in a matter of minutes. Questioning looks sprung upon his face as his eyes observed Brennan and Harry.

'Can I help you?' asked Mr Hughes.

'We have a warrant for your gun, Mr Hughes,' said Brennan, flashing Harry a look.

Harry pulled the warrant out of his coat pocket and unfolded it, straightening out the creases, before passing it to Mr Hughes. Mrs Hughes leaned forward and read over her husbands shoulder, her eyes widening as she finished the end of the warrant.

'What is this about?' questioned Mrs Hughes, her eyes straying between her husband and the two partners.

Brennan looked at Harry who quickly began to explain. Brennan wondered how long it would take before she would be able to return to the lab to see Booth and Summer; also she was rather impatient to find out whether Mr Hughes gun matched the bullet in their victim.

'It wasn't that type of argument,' declared Mr Hughes.

'Then what were you arguing about?' said Harry, raising his eyebrow.

Brennan tightened her coat around her frame, wondering why they hadn't been invited inside their home. However Brennan didn't want to seem rude and was grateful for Booth teaching her 'social skills'.

'Belinda wanted to abort her baby; I just couldn't let her do it. We argued about whether it was best for her or not,' stated Mr Hughes.

'Did you see Belinda after she left for her sisters?' asked Brennan, wanting to include herself in their discussion.

'No, I never saw her again,' said Mr Hughes, rubbing the back of his neck.

Harry nodded, although the suspicion never left his blue eyes. He rearranged his scarf before placing a small smile upon his face and nodded towards the warrant.

'Would you please fetch us your gun, Mr Hughes,' said Harry.

Mr Hughes nodded before returning down the hall to get his gun. Mrs Hughes kept in position at the door, her eyes never leaving the ground. Brennan decided to deepen their trail of evidence by asking Mrs Hughes a personal question.

'Do you have a dog?' questioned Brennan.

Mrs Hughes jumped up, looking nervous by their question, however she nodded her head.

'We've had Scooby for three years now. A chocolate Labrador,' elaborated Mrs Hughes, returning her gaze to the floor.

Brennan nodded.

Mr Hughes returned with a wooden box in his hands. G.H was engraved on the top of the box, which Brennan worked out was his initials. He passed the box to Harry, who opened it and looked at the gun lay in its presence. Harry closed the lid and passed it to Brennan, who pulled out an evidence bag from her briefcase and placed it inside.

'Mr Hughes, the warrant also states that we are able to search your car,' said Brennan after placing the gun in her briefcase.

Mr Hughes nodded and pulled a pair of keys out of his car. He stepped out of the door and positioned himself in an angle which would allow him to open his car. He pressed a button on the key and the front lights of the car flashed.

'Thank you,' smiled Harry, placing a hand on Brennan's shoulder.

The two partners walked down the path and headed towards the drive. Harry held onto Brennan's briefcase as she pulled on some rubber gloves. She stood in front of the boot and looked up at Harry, who nodded. She carefully opened the boot of the car and stepped closer.

Firstly, she ran her hand across the floor of the boot. She looked back at her hand and wasn't surprised to see dog hairs stuck on various places of her hands.

'What do you have?' asked Harry, leaning closer.

'Dog hairs,' stated Brennan. 'Could you pass me an evidence bag, please?'

Harry nodded and opened her briefcase. He pulled out an evidence bag and passed it to Brennan. Brennan slowly peeled off her glove, which was covered in dog hairs, and dropped it into the evidence bag. She placed it beside the bag with the gun in and grabbed another rubber glove.

'Hodgins will be able to tell us if the dog hairs are a match by the root,' said Brennan, noticing the glance from Harry.

Harry nodded. Brennan turned her attention back to the boot whilst Harry observed. She ran her hand across the bottom of the boot; however she wasn't looking for dog hairs this time. When her hand didn't come in contact with anything hard, or which was made of metal, she sighed. Brennan sat on the edge of the boot and squinted. A sudden hole pierced into the back of the seats caught Brennan's eyes.

'Could you pass me my tweezers, please?' said Brennan.

'Sure thing, Tempe,' replied Harry.

He passed her the set of blue tweezers and stepped back once more. Brennan dug the tweezers into the firm cushion-y material of the seat and smiled when the tweezers came in contact with something reasonably hard. She gave a quick pull and was greeted by a bullet caught between the tweezers. Harry was already waiting with an evidence bag this time as she dropped the bullet inside.

'There should be one more,' stated Brennan.

Harry nodded.

Although ten more minutes later, Brennan was unable to find another bullet in the boot. She jumped out and strutted towards the back door of the car. She pulled it open and stepped inside, her eyes squinting for anything metal. She found the bullet immediately. It was just visible from underneath the driver's seat and shined in the light. Brennan leant down and snapped the tweezers around it. She jumped back out of the car and turned to Harry, holding up the second bullet which was clasped in her tweezers.

'Found our evidence,' she grinned.

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