Chapter 6. So I finally figured out the case I was going to use. That was a little plot element I hadn't quite figured out…anyway. Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camille or Sweets.

Spoilers: None that I can think of.

"Friends are helpful not only because they will listen to us, but because they will laugh at us; Through them we learn a little objectivity, a little modesty, a little courtesy; We learn the rules of life and become better players of the game"

~Will Durant~

"I am so glad that I can work with you," Sweets said enthusiastically. "I think I can really help your team iron out their problems."

"I am so glad that you decided to help," Camille replied carefully, "Because two of the people I hired knew each other in high school and apparently hate each other with a rather fierce passion. Would you be willing to talk to them?"

"Of course," he replied, "that is what I am paid to do. I am paid to help people with their problems. What are their names?"

Camille shook her head. The young psychologist was so happy to be working with the Jeffersonian team that he was willing to do anything to make himself useful. "It is my new artist, Elise Dogood," Camille paused then continued, "and Katharine."

"And Katharine," Sweets repeated slowly. He was willing to help people with their problems, but he was also pretty sure that Katharine would not be either a cooperative patient or a nice one. He knew her well enough to know that she was stubborn enough to make any psychologists life difficult, and that was before you factored in the psychology degree.

"You still want to do it?" Camille asked knowing from his expression that he did not want to do anything of the sort.

"Well," Sweets said slowly, "I would love to help you except I don't really think that…"

"You want to deal with Katharine," Camille finished for him. She could understand his feelings because she did not really want to deal with Katharine and Elsie problem either.

"Well," Sweets opened his mouth to deny it, but Camille's look changed his mind, "Yes."

"I told them that they needed to work it out or I would fire both of them," Camille told him, "Does that seem like an appropriate tactic?"

"That is exactly what I would have done," Sweets said enthusiastically. "I mean, that is exactly what I would have done if I had the ability to fire them. It encourages them to work together for a common goal, which in turn causes them to realize they have more in common that they originally thought. It is a really amazing process and many psychologists have done studies on it."

"Which is really all just shrink speak for the fact that people will do amazing things for self preservation," Katharine told Camille from the doorway. Both Sweets and Camille turned to look at her.

"How long have you been there, Katharine?" Camille asked. Then there was a pause, and she shook her head. "You know what . . . never mind. Why are you standing there?"

"I am here because our much beloved Agent Bennett just brought us a bloated, rotting body," Katharine replied without missing a beat, "and she would like you to be there when she briefs the team."

"Alright then," Camille replied as she rose. "Thank you for your advice Dr. Sweets. I will be in touch with you, and I will recommend your services to the members of my team should they need assistance of that sort."

"I will see you later Dr. Saroyan," Sweets said as he to rose and followed her to the door. He headed off down one hallway, and Katharine and Camille took the other hallway back toward the platform in the center of the lab.

Camille smelled the body before she saw it. There was a putrid smell in the air that could only come from that of a rotting corpse. Camille swiped her ID card, and she and Katharine walked up the stairs to where the others were standing.

"Oh my God," Camille said as she looked at the body on the table. She was looking down at a grossly disfigured corpse. It had likely been submerged in water for several weeks before it was pulled up. In fact the figure barely looked like a human being.

However none of that was really what bothered Camille. She had worked as the coroner in two states and a cop in two more. She had seen bodies in all shapes, sizes, and conditions. Over time she had, if not gotten used to, then at least no longer become horrified at the sight of a body.

"She's just a teenager," Camille said looking down at the girl at the table. "I would guess sixteen or seventeen." She hated working cases that involved kids. She always had because it was tragic to see a young life cut short. She also knew that when a child was involved the investigation became twice as complicated because it was harder for people to be objective.

"Sixteen," Dr. Cramer told her flatly. It was much easier to the age children's bodies because they were still developing. "She's also Caucasian."

"Would you like me to brief you on the case?" Agent Bennett asked casually. If these people could figure those things out in a matter of minutes when it had taken the FBI days, she thought, then maybe they were worth a shot.

"Yes, please," Camille told the agent politely and the team turned to face Angeline.

"Well," she started looking down at the body, "the body washed up early this morning on the shores of the Potomac. One of our agents found it when he was out jogging."

"How is this your jurisdiction?" Katharine asked curiously.

"We have jurisdiction over crimes against minors," Angeline replied coolly and Katharine nodded.

"Do you have an identity?" Camille asked.

"No," Angeline replied knowing that the scientists were not going to be happy with the information she had because they had already figured all of it out.

"What do we have?" Dr. Cramer asked a little rudely.

"We know that she is sixteen, Caucasian, and female," Angeline said, pointedly ignoring his tone.

"And dead," Katharine muttered sarcastically, "It's practically a plethora of information."

Did you like it? Please review it. I would love it.