A/N: I just felt I should post the next chapter to help BONES withdraws. I just watched the finale and needed a pick me up to get over my depression. Anyway...ENJOY!:)

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BOOTH.

"I know Dr. Brennan can come off as insensitive, but she does care, a lot, and we will get down to the bottom of this," Booth assured Charlie as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot. Charlie nodded and then concentrated on driving through the mist. Booth didn't add any conversation as they rode across town and onward to the Newton's home. Charlie broke the silence as they pulled into the small driveway.

"This is the Newton's home. I hate this part of my job," he mumbled to Booth as he got out of the car. Booth nodded as he experienced the same emotion as they walked up the stone pathway to the door. Charlie knocked and waited until Mrs. Newton answered the door.

"Hello Chief Swan," she said with a forced smile. "How is everything going with the case? Is there anything I can do for you?" She motioned the men inside as she continued to speak. "Who is your friend Mr. Swan?" Charlie stiffened at her forced interactions and then turned to face her.

"This is Agent Booth of the FBI, he is here to investigate the crime that happened over on the Cullen's land," Charlie replied in a soft, rough voice. "There has been some information that we need to share with you." Mrs. Newton's face turned a pale white as she listened to his words. The pan that she was holding started to tremble, so she slowly sat in the chair that was next to the couch and set the pot on the coffee table.

"Ma'm, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your son has been murdered," Booth said gently as he sat across form her. Mrs. Newton quickly glanced around the room and then put both hands to her face. She let out a sob that made Charlie jump and then swiftly walked to the bathroom. After a few minutes, she returned with a handful of tissues and sat across from Booth.

"Murdered?" She asked looking down at her lap.

"Yes, Mrs. Newton. I was wondering if we could ask you a few questions so that we could find out who did this," Booth replied in a low tone. She lifted her head to match Booth's gaze.

"Of course."

"When was the last time you saw Mike ma'm?" Mrs. Newton winced as he said Mike's name but replied immediately.

"Three weeks ago, it was a Sunday. The weather was strange and there wasn't a cloud in the sky for two days. He left in the early afternoon to go hiking with some friends before he left to go back to school," she said in a shaky voice. "Did one of his friends do this?"

"Well, we believe that he was a latest victim in a series of murders that spans several states," Booth replied as he shifted he's weight. Charlie sat beside him fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket. Mrs. Newton sighed and then covered her eyes with a tissue.

"Did your son mention any odd activity at his school?"

"No, he described his first semester as going great. Why would someone kill him?" Her voice shook with agony and anger as she replied to his question. Booth nodded and then continued to ask questions.

"Did you know the friends that he was going to go hiking with?" She nodded and listed off a few names, also pointing out the name of his girlfriend. Booth asked a few more questions that consisted of the location of the hike their meeting place. Booth thanked her and moved into the foyer, leaving Charlie to comfort Mrs. Newton. Charlie emerged from the living room and opened the door, letting in a small draft of rain droplets.

"Ready?" Charlie asked as he walked out the door. Booth didn't answer as he closed the door behind him. "Poor lady." Booth heard Charlie mumble as they got to the car. "You need to go to the hospital? Or do you want to do some more interviews around town?"

"I want to talk to the friends that were there that day, something doesn't add up. He drove there so his car must be somewhere, how could no one have seen it?" Booth mumbled as the Chief drove to Jessica Stanley's house. Charlie did the routine speech about Mike and stood to the side anxiously as the tears came forward. Booth noticed his compassion, but the nervousness when crying was involved. Jessica shook as she twisted her hands in her lap.

"Are you sure it was Mike?" she asked with disbelief evident in her voice. "I know he didn't answer my calls, but when he was at school he barely found the time to talk to me. I didn't think that he was-" Jessica stopped mid sentence as she let out a small sob.

"We are very sorry for your loss Miss Stanley, but what happened Sunday, the day he disappeared?" Booth asked softly as he handed her a box of tissues that Charlie had picked up from the table.

"Well we all went for a hike, Mike drove me to meet the others. We met at his parent's store and then Mike led the way to the camp grounds. He had to drive because he had to go back to school that night. Around five he said he had to leave and he did. His car was gone when the rest of us hiked back to Tyler's car," she explained as she dabbed her eyes. "I didn't think anything was wrong." Booth nodded and then scribbled some notes on his pad.

"Well thank you for the information," Booth said as he stood. Charlie stopped and conversed with the parents before he led the way to the car. "Thank you for driving me, you know the people and that helps me a great deal." Charlie nodded but didn't reply as he started the car.

"That's a good starting point for our investigation. If we need more details we will talk to the other teenagers," Booth said as Charlie pulled out of the driveway. "I guess just bring me back to the hospital." Charlie was silent as he began to travel towards the hospital. Booth cleared his throat and then turned to him. "You know the Cullens, um, what would you pinpoint them as? I mean they are just difficult for me to read for some reason." Charlie tensed and then turned his head.

"They are a wonderful family, my daughter was immediately drawn to them. They are good for her though," his voice grew soft as he spoke of Bella. "They mostly keep to themselves, but they are very kind." Booth nodded and didn't push for more information. They arrived at the hospital where Booth thanked Charlie again. Their tiny rental car was parked in the parking lot, so Charlie drove back to the station. Booth joined Brennan in the makeshift lab.

"I asked Hodgins to join us here," Brennan said as Booth walked in.

"Why are you calling in the squints?" he asked.

"Not all the squints, just Hodgins. I'm finding it extremely difficult to categorize the particulates. I would rather have Hodgins come in than risk contaminating the evidence because I lack the proper tools and techniques. I've asked him to bring several things and he offered to bring everything on his private jet."

"Hey, do you think Hodgins could bring Sweets on his jet?" Booth asked.

"Why? Do you want to resume our sessions with Sweets when we're in the field?" she asked.

"No, but I would like his help with profiling. I can't get a good read on the Cullens. I don't know if they're involved in this. Sweets could catch a ride with Hodgins, the FBI wouldn't have to dish out the cash for a ticket out here, and Sweets gets time out in the field. Everybody's happy."

"I could ask Hodgins, but I can't make any promises. Hodgins has taken this upon himself at his own expense and I won't ask unless he offers."

"What!? Where did you learn that rule? That's ridiculous. Just ask him, he probably won't mind, and besides, he's as rich as King Solomon."

"Just because he has money doesn't mean that we should take advantage about that," she argued.

"Fine," he said, "You do that then, and Sweets will never get here. Let me call him and I'll ask." Booth reached for Brennan's phone until she jerked it away.

"I'll ask, but it's only because of the urgent necessity for Sweets that might be compromised because of the FBI's budget," she said as she dialed Hodgins' number. Booth ushered her out to the car as she requested in a low professional tone if Sweets could join Hodgins. As she pushed the end button on the call, Booth opened the car door for her. "Thank you Hodgins, I wouldn't have requested this except that it is urgent."

"I can't believe of all cars, this is what we end up with," he murmured as the car door squeaked. "It's probably an antique! This is not a car I want to be seen in, it's not a manly car." Brennan let out a chuckle as she squeezed into the front seat. The 1980 Volkswagen Rabbit was a compact car that left little room for them after the luggage was assembled in the back. The little car whined as Booth gently sat in the driver's seat with his shoulders hunched. "I bet we are going to run out of oxygen in a couple of miles."

"Now Booth, this car is not only safe for the environment, but it also has accessible abilities that your usual SUVs don't possess," Brennan assured Booth as he started the car. As they clunked out of the parking lot, Booth gave a grunt and tried to lean farther back in his seat.

"Well not only does the car suck, but The Family Forks Inn doesn't sound very appealing either. Isn't there some sort of motel chain here? There better be a good breakfast or something. Speaking of food, do you want to grab some dinner?" Booth asked as he shot a glance at Brennan.

"Sure, I think there is a satisfying diner on this road that Chief Swan verified as pleasant," Brennan replied pointing at a small line of shops. Booth rolled his eyes, but didn't protest as they chugged in the direction of the diner in their fashionably small car.

A/N: The next segment shouldn't take too long to post. I'll update as soon as I can. What did you think of the season finale of BONES?