Funny the twists of fate that happen in life. I watched my mother die and was arrested, taken straight to the hands of a father I never knew was alive. I watched the agent with amusement as he swallowed and stuttered like somehow he felt he had betrayed his partner.
"Will you object to a D.N.A. test?" the agent asked.
"I can't pay for it." I replied. "But I don't mind. I would actually like proof before I start calling you dad."
He laughed. It was a rather pleasant sound, and if he was my father, it would be nice to here. My mother had rarely laughed. She was more involved in drugs and pleasing all the men in her life. That's what got her killed. Getting mixed in with the wrong crowd.
"Alright then why don't you come with me? I'm going to take you to a place where you can shower and get that test done all at once." Agent Booth said standing up.
"Hopefully not at the same time, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to shower then do whatever is needed for the test." I said standing and looking down at myself in disdain.
"I was going to suggest that you do it that way. Bones you've been quiet." Agent Booth said to his partner.
She looked like she was amused by something.
"I was just letting you and your daughter get to know each other." She said simply.
"We already decided a D.N.A. test first. Wait a minute, what do you see?" he asked her.
"Her bone structure of her face is a mixture of yours and Jared's. She has the same phalanges as you do. If she were a body I would be identifying I would be confident claiming that she is indeed your daughter at the very least. At the most she would be your niece. Either way you are related." The doctor said calmly.
"Guess we don't need that test after all." Agent Booth muttered to himself.
I was a little confused. How would he take the word of this woman over everything else?
"Why do you take her word over some test? And also what am I supposed to call you?" I asked Agent Booth.
"Booth is fine for now. It's her job. She identifies bones for a living. This is the great forensic anthropologist, New York's best seller. You do read don't you?" Booth said as he herded me and the doctor out of the interrogation room.
I nodded, trying to not pay attention to all the people staring at me.
"Can I ask you something? Why are you not freaking out about all the blood and brains?" Booth asked leading us to the elevators.
"It wasn't the first time someone close to me had their brains scattered all over me. I just hope I don't have to watch you end up like them, you seem like a nice guy." I said shrugging my shoulders.
Booth looked shocked at my slight confession.
"How on earth have you survived?" he asked gently.
"The only way a girl like me survives." I replied a cold fury rushing through me at all the things that I had to do to survive. My eyes met his squarely and I wasn't at all surprised when he shrank away from me in realization.