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Chapter 4: A Second Interrogation
Booth pulled up in front of a old fashioned, white stately home, then reached over and shook Brennan awake,
"Wakey, wakey Bones, we're here." Brennan slowly opened her eyes, readjusting to the light,
"What time is it?" She questioned, groggily.
"10am." Booth answered, "I told you setting off earlier would be a good idea." He smiled,
"Yeah whatever, I would've preferred an extra hour in bed." She commented whilst climbing out of the car,
"Well, my gramps always says the earlier bird catches the worm." stated Booth as they walked up an extremely long path to the front door. Brennan rolled her eyes and strode ahead. She swiftly knocked on the door and waited for a response just as Booth caught up with her. A middle-aged woman opened the door wearing a flowery apron. Her greeting smile soon faded from her face when Booth flashed his FBI badge.
"What has Greg been up to this time?" She enquired looking a concoction of worried, annoyed and upset.
"I think it's better if we come in." Booth said compassionately.
A few moments later, the three were sat around the kitchen table and Mrs. Nolan was brewing some coffee for her new guests. Booth and Brennan had pretty much remained silent which, Mrs. Nolan assumed, meant that something very bad had happened, worse than the other things that had happened to her husband. She sighed, contemplating the extremities of the situation. Maybe she was over thinking it, maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be fine.
"So, where is my husband? I presumed that when he didn't come home last night it was simply because Dr. Brown had asked for his assistance with some new fangled technology... again." Mrs. Nolan questioned, solemnly.
"Well, Mrs. Nolan..." Booth started but Mrs. Nolan interrupted,
"Please, call me, Margaret" She added,
"Your husband is dead." Booth said, matter-of-factly. Margaret froze; unintentionally releasing a mug she was holding causing it to plummet to the floor and broke down into sobs.
"I think you were a little harsh." whispered Brennan, quietly. Margaret composed herself and turned to face them again,
"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting that." She said, wiping away the tears, "I'm not sure whether I want to know, but how did Greg die?" She asked, sombrely.
"Your husband's body was found in the parking lot of the building in which he works by Dr. Emmett Brown." Booth explained, "We currently trying to find out how it happened, however, it is more complicated than that; his body was burnt badly."
"And the FBI are here because you think its murder?" Margaret queried.
"Unfortunately, yes. Is there anything you could tell us about your husband's life that could be useful?" Brennan enquired.
"Useful? Well, there's not much to tell really. He lived your basic 9 to 5 lifestyle, comes home spends time with his family, the usual." Margaret explained.
"We've reason to believe that your husband's death is linked with a company or a club run by Dr. Emmett Brown." Booth added.
"Now that you mention it, him and Emmett are quite good friends, however, Emmett took him on a holiday a few years back and he came back a different man." Mrs. Nolan clarified.
"What do you mean different?"
"He changed," she murmured, a few tears escaping from her eyes. "I think you're better off talking to Clara if you want to know more about this club, she is married to Doc after all."
"Do you know where we could find this Clara?" asked Booth.
"She's in the garden playing with the children; I'll go and fetch her for you. Help yourself to more coffee," she announced before walking out of the kitchen at which point Booth's cell phone rang. He sighed as he saw the caller ID and swiftly answered,
"Hi Rebecca," he paused as he listened to her talk on the other end of the phone. A smile slowly spread across his face,
"That's fine I'll pick him up tomorrow at 10am." He replied and hung up the phone.
"What's up Booth?" asked Brennan noticing the huge smile still on his face,
"Rebecca's going with Drew to see his family in Florida and I get Parker for the next two weeks." He announced, happily. Before Brennan had time to respond Margaret returned along with Clara,
"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan this is Clara Brown." Margaret informed gesturing to Clara, who was stood nervously to the side,
"Mrs. Brown, if you had the time we would like to talk to you about your husband and the club that he runs," Booth questioned as Clara sat down at the table across from them.
"I just have one question; why are you asking questions about my husband when it was Greg that died?" she asked defending her husband.
"We have reason to believe that your husband's club was the reason behind Greg Nolan's death," said Booth getting annoyed that they were receiving no real answers.
"Well I don't know anything about a club. Even if he did run a club he wouldn't tell me about it, the best person for you to talk to about it is his friend Marty."
"Where could we find this Marty?" asked Booth taking out his notepad so that he could write the information down.
"Marty McFly, he lives in Hill Valley, California with his family, although you might find him with Emmett; there was a problem in the Californian office so he had to leave." Clara informed them as Margaret began to sob gently. Clara hugged her, empathetically "Leave." Clara commanded, "Now." Booth and Brennan stared at each other and stood up in unison.
"Thanks for the information. We'll probably be seeing each other again in the future." Booth announced stepping out the door followed by Brennan.
"Or in the past," Clara muttered under her breath as she slammed the door shut and returned to comfort Margaret.
"How much do you think they know?" Margaret whispered to Clara as if Booth and Brennan were still in the room,
"Hopefully not much, but something tells me they're about to find out a whole lot more than they bargained for." Clara replied as they strolled back through to the kitchen.
"How much do you think they know?" asked Brennan to a rather aggravated Booth,
"More than they're letting on. We're going on some wild chase to find one murderer. I mean California, c'mon." He sighed, fed-up of this case already, "I guess my two weeks with Parker is gonna be cut short. We'll have to find a babysitter in California."
"Maybe Parker will enjoy being in the sun. I mean we won't be catching murderers 24/7. You could spend some time with his on the beach at night."
"You too, Parker loves you. He thinks you're awesome." Booth smiled as they entered the car and drove off.
The next morning, Brennan and Booth arrived outside Rebecca's house at 10am sharp. Booth had already picked up Brennan earlier and they stopped at the shop to get some food for the journey. Booth went over and knocked on the door whilst Brennan stayed in the car. Drew answered the door in just pyjama bottoms. Normally, Booth would have been angry, however, Parker came running to his daddy for a hug pushing the anger aside. "You all ready, buddy? Have you packed you're suitcase?"
"Daddy, are we really going to California?" Parker asked,
"Sure thing bud, Bones is coming along too." Booth informed him entering the house to see Rebecca sat in the living room, "Hi, Rebecca, we should be back in about 2 weeks." Rebecca acknowledged him and handed Booth Parker's luggage as Parker ran to grab his backpack. They said their goodbyes and left to get in the car. Parker ran ahead, clearly excited about this suspected vacation to California. He climbed into the car greeting Brennan pleasantly,
"Hey, Bones! I can't believe we're going to California!" She smiled back as Booth fastened his son into the car.
"Hi, Parker," Brennan replied, still smiling as Booth entered the car. He backed out of the driveway and sped up the road,
"Yay! A road trip." Parker announced, still excited about this trip to California. Booth and Brennan intently and rolled their eyes,
"That's certainly one way to look at it." Brennan replied rolling her eyes at Booth who had obviously not told Parker they were going for business rather than pleasure.
About 4 hours into the 10 hour journey, Parker was getting restless; as any normal child would. Brennan had fallen asleep after drinking a supersized cup from McDonalds. Booth was driving quite happy to be in silence but his perfection was soon interrupted,
"Daddy, are we there yet?" Parker questioned, bored.
"No, we're not even half way there yet." Booth informed him looking through the overhead mirror to smile at his son. Parker sighed and picked up his handheld game. A few minutes past when Parker repeated,
"Daddy, are we there now?"
"No, I'll let you know when we're nearly there bud." He smiled and put his full attention back onto the road ahead,
"Well, what about now?" Parker asked again,
"No." Booth responded getting quite annoyed,
"Now?" Parker repeated,
"No." Booth also repeated, now clearly annoyed. Parker folded his arms in boredom and sighed once again just as Brennan awoke. She stretched slightly and looked around,
"Are we there yet?" She asked having been asleep during the previous conversation. Booth and Parker replied in unison,
"NO!"
"Alright, sorry I asked." She turned around to stare out the window, "Erm, any chance of stopping Booth? I really shouldn't have drunk that coke."
"I promise at the next gas station we'll stop." Booth complied. Some more time passed as they turned onto an empty road, "Guess you're gonna have to hold it." He shrugged as Brennan smiled,
"Booth, are we there yet?"
"Yeah, daddy are we nearly there now?" Parker questioned as bored and aggravated as Brennan,
"No, we're not there yet. Do you see any trees or sun or damn Californians?" Booth responded,
"There's a tree and the suns behind that cloud." Brennan explained, "So we might be there? You sure you know where we're going?"
"Of course I'm sure. Now go back to sleep and we'll be there before you know it." He suggested,
"I think I might take my chances. I don't mind driving for a while though." She proposed,
"Alright, at the next gas station we'll swap."
Booth pulled into a gas station about thirty minutes later. Booth pumped gas into the car, Brennan went into the bathroom and Parker ate a chocolate bar that Booth had bought for him. They all re-entered the car but Booth and Brennan swapped places,
"Bones, are we there yet?" He asked, childishly and she responded by smiling at him, not dignifying his remark with an actual answer.
That's it for now, maybe we'll post some more soon. Who knows?
- Beth and Emma x