Bring in the FBI Chapter One
I don't own Bones or Pretty Little Liars. So don't sue me.
New In Town
The petite brunette girl tilts her head in curiosity as her tall best friend approaches her in a rush. The second girl flings her arms around the hazel eyed beauty and squeezes tightly. Chocolate brown eyes stare into hers.
"Thank God you're okay!" she exclaims.
"Spence? Why wouldn't I be?" Aria asks, shocked.
"I saw the cops knocking on your door on my way to school and then I heard a man say he's with the FBI! I thought something happened to you, Aria," Spencer replies, slightly breathless.
"The FBI was at Aria's house?" their blonde friend practically shrieks as her and the half-Asian girl join the other two.
"Hanna! Not so loud," Emily scolds, making the blue-eyed girl shrug.
"What's going on?" Spencer demands.
"Guys, relax. The cops finally realized they can't handle Ali's case, so they called in the FBI," Aria says, "My dad just text me, and said the agent will be coming in to question us
Bring in the FBI
I thought it would be fun to bring Seeley Booth into Pretty Little Liars. So I'm going to I don't own Pretty Little Liars or Bones. Enjoy
(I know it's short but it's just the prologue. The chapters will be much longer once I really get started.)
Bring in the FBI
I stare down at the file on my desk and sigh. I hate when young people are kidnapped and/or murdered. This girl was fifteen years old. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was adored by her parents and friends. She had good grades. And someone killed her. She will never see her sixteenth birthday. Never graduate from high school, college. Never get married. Never have children.
"Booth," Bones asks, poking her head in the open door.
"Hmmm?" I ask, not looking away from my papers.
"Something wrong?" she replies, obviously confused.
"I'm being reassigned," I tell her, finally looking away from the picture of the smiling girl, "To Pennsylvania. A girl went missing over a year ago. Her body was found two
Sad, Beautiful, Tragic Chapter One
Richelle Mead owns VA.
I sigh deeply and grip my guitar tighter. Why the fuck can I not write this song? I let out a slight scream of frustration and set my guitar aside. I stand up and punch the wall. Jules whimpers and paws at my leg. I look down at her and smile. She has her leash in her mouth. I take it and clip it on her collar.
"How is it that you remembered our meeting with Dimitri and Malysh and I didn't?" I ask my dog, knowing I won't get a response and feeling a little crazy for talking to an animal. She just gives me a doggy grin and wags her tail. I laugh and walk out the door of my small apartment, that thankfully allows animals over ten pounds. I hum to myself as I walk the familiar streets of NYC.
I stand in the middle of Central Park and breathe in the sweet smell of freshly cut grass. I smile and give Jules a little leeway to run. I feel someone walk up behind me and turn around. I grin at Dimitri.
"Well, hey there, cowboy!" I exclaim, happily as Malys
Sad, Beautiful, Tragic
So, I'm starting a new story because my sissy, Julia, is mean and put ideas in my head. Her penname is Fifty . Shades . of . Excellence (take out the spaces) and she's an amazing author so check her out. I don't own VA but enjoy my stuff anyway
"Malysh!" the tall, brunette man calls, running after the small husky dog, "Come back here!"
"Whoa, there, little guy!" a petit, dark haired beauty steps on the husky's leash while pulling on her own dog's leash to halt him. The small collie sits immediately and looks back at her owner, wagging her tail.
"Good girl!" she exclaims, proud her dog was learning so quickly. The tall man reaches the girl and sighs.
"Thank you so much!" he says, relieved, "I don't know how he got away from me." She smiles and hands him the leash, their hands brushing each other's. They pull their hands away quickly, shocked at the electric current that flowed through both of them at that small touch.
"I'm Rose and it looks like our dogs are going to be good