|The Girl in the Guitar Case
Author: girlpandagreenlime PM
This is also known as "There's No Such Thing As Ghosts." It's a crossover with Ghost Whisperer as well. Bones and Booth discover the burned body of a teenage girl, and Melinda Gordon is lucky to find her ghost. Things quickly go crazy, as they always do.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Mystery - Ember & T. Brennan - Chapters: 6 - Words: 18,274 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 05-03-13 - Published: 08-23-11 - id: 7315832
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I have no good excuses for why this is so late. I'm so sorry to all of those people who have been waiting! Please enjoy, and remember that I don't own Bones, Danny Phantom, or Ghost Whisperer. I do own Tibby though.
By the time Melinda and the children arrived at the hotel Bones and Booth were waiting by their car. As she got closer, Melinda could hear different words in their conversation like interview, picture, and 'behind our backs.' She realized that they must have been discussing the sketch that Angela had done. Booth looked like he wasn't troubled by it, but Brennan looked angrier then an old wet hen. Oh dear. "She must have found out about the sketch," Melinda thought to herself. Reluctantly she got out of her car and braced herself for the worst.
The instant Bones saw her, she began advancing. "How DARE you!"
"Whoa! Simmer down Bones!" Booth exclaimed, racing behind her. He was obviously trying to get her to calm down, but she ignored him and continued to rant at Melinda. "You had no right to go behind our backs and ask Angela to draw that sketch! I told you I didn't need it!"
Now Melinda was the one that was furious. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" She interrupted Bones by waving her hands in front of her in a way that said 'Now just hold on a minute.' "I did no such thing! For your information, Angela asked me if I wanted the sketch done. I didn't ask her anything!"
That made Bones stop talking. As both ladies stood and stared at each other, Bones looking confused and Melinda looking very indignant, Booth tried reasoning again. "It doesn't really matter Bones. I mean, that sketch actually helped us. So there's no reason to get upset about it, is there?"
There was silence for a little while longer. Then Bones said in a monotone, "No. I suppose not." She now looked like she felt a little bit awkward. After she bundled up the courage, she said awkwardly to Melinda, "I'm sorry. My behaviour was irrational."
Melinda looked like she wanted more then that, but she still said, "That's alright," knowing that Booth wanted them to forgive each other so that they could work well together on the case.
"So," Booth spoke up again, clasping his hands together and looking as if he was eager to put the matter behind them, "where are the kids?"
"Oh! Right!" Melinda pointed behind her to her car, which Tibby and Mikey had exited. They were standing there somewhat awkwardly, and everybody could tell they'd been watching what had been going on. Melinda suddenly remembered what she had been thinking about earlier. "Um," she opened her mouth, ready to try revealing it to her friends, but then she closed her mouth again. She had just gotten into an argument with Brennan, she didn't need to make her any angrier. "Never mind."
"Thank you so much for watching them Melinda," Booth said, walking over to his daughter and picking her up in his arms so he could swing her around and make her giggle.
"Oh it's no trouble at all Booth," Melinda said, finding her voice. Looking at her, Booth had the feeling that Melinda was holding something back, but he knew she wasn't the type of person to open up, so he didn't mention it. Instead an idea sprouted in his mind. "Listen, Bones and I were thinking of bringing the kids to the Nasty Burger for dinner. Care to join us?"
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to impose," Melinda declined, but Booth waved her protest away with a casual flick of his hand. "Don't even worry about that. You're part of the team now, we've got to treat you like it. Climb in."
Temperance watched as Melinda reluctantly obeyed and slipped into the back of the car with the children. She had to admit, Melinda's beliefs were ridiculous to her, but that didn't make her a bad person. On the contrary, she was wonderful to be around. Temperance just hoped she didn't mess up the case that she and Booth were working so hard on. They had never been defeated before, she wasn't about to let a superstitious high school friend change that.
Tibby caught her mother glancing back and held up the book Melinda was reading from. "Mommy, look at my new book!" She held up a paperback novel entitled, 'Boo! The Real-Life Ghosts of Amity Park.'
"It sounds like a desperate attempt to attract tourists to the area," Brennan stated. "A bored person with plenty of time on his hands using the town's irrational beliefs in ghosts to spin together lies about how he's seen them all. It's foolish! There is no way that a person could see spirits because they don't exist, as I've explained before."
After her speech, she noticed that Melinda had grown tense. She coughed uncomfortably, rubbing her throat with a hand, then spoke up. "Excuse me Doctor Brennan, but there's something I should tell you…"
But before she could say what she'd wanted to, there was the sound of crunching metal and breaking glass. Suddenly the car was wildly in the road. Cursing, Booth gripped the steering wheel and wrenched it around and around, trying to straighten the car out. "Look out!" Brennan gasped as they almost crashed into another car on the road. Luckily Booth managed to get back on the right side of the road and he immediately pulled over to survey the damage. "Is everybody alright?" he asked, looking back worriedly. "Jeez, what was that?"
Brennan started giving a rational explanation, but this time Tibby wasn't paying attention. She was staring through the window up into the dark night sky with her green-blue eyes scrunched up. Mikey was leaning beside her and trying to see too. Melinda noticed them both staring. "What do you two see?" she muttered to herself. Curious, she opened her door, stepped out into the street, and looked up.
Above them two ghosts were battling. The older ghost wore a metallic battle suit in shades of black, grey, and the same color blue as Ember's flaming hair. His hair was a pile of flames as well, but his was styled into a Mohawk, and he had a tiny beard. His hair was a different color then Ember's as well. Instead of being electric blue, it looked mint green. His entire body seemed to glow. The second ghost was younger, and a male as well. If he were alive, Melinda would have guessed he would be in high school. He wore a grey and black jumpsuit with some sort of logo on the front. His hair was powder white and his wide eyes were neon green and glowing. In fact, his whole body was glowing just like the other ghost. Both ghosts seemed to have extraordinary powers, sending various coloured rays and explosions back and forth from different parts of their bodies. They even were able to create defensive force fields. Melinda was quickly mesmerized by the fight going on over her head. She had never seen anything so amazing in all of her years as a medium.
"Give up ghost child! In ten seconds I will have your pelt to lay at the foot of my bed!" Melinda heard the bigger ghost who was wielding weapons holler threateningly. She could see now that he seemed more experienced with his abilities. Every shot he fired now seemed to hit his opponent, who was quickly tiring. Melinda was sure that the young boy was going to lose.
Which is why she was surprised when the teenage ghost cried out in defiance, "Oh yeah?" Immediately afterwards his hands began glowing green; with a loud grunt, he produced the strongest blast of light that Melinda had seen so far. It flew straight towards the large ghost and hit him in the chest. After being pushed backwards and slamming painfully into a tall brick building, he tried to keep fighting. But his battle suit was destroyed, and he was too weak. So he couldn't stop the teenage ghost boy from sucking him into what looked like a vacuum cleaner. Then the victorious ghost sped away from the scene, almost as if he didn't want to be seen there.
"Mikey, didn't that boy look like Dani? They were exactly identical!" exclaimed Tibby, wonder evident on her face. She was grinning quite broadly, surveying the action and looking unafraid. The shock of what had happened the car was long forgotten.
"Melinda, who is Dani, and why is Tibby saying that she could see somebody who looks like her in the sky when there's nobody up there?" The voice of Temperance Brennan reminded Melinda of what she'd been trying to say before the accident. Grimacing, she turned to Brennan. "That's what I was trying to talk to you about…"
Now that the fight was over, Melinda was shocked to see other people there. She had been watching so intently that she hadn't even noticed that a crowd had been gathering. Firefighters, policemen, an ambulance attendant, and several city dwellers were now around. Melinda even spotted a van with the words, "Ghost Hunters" painted on it. Many of the people had been watching the fight as well and were now talking to each other about it. There was a range of emotions flying around: fear, joy, wonder and worry just to name a few. One name seemed to be popping up everywhere: Danny Phantom.
A news reporter was already doing a story. "I'm Zoë Spirit reporting live from Spook Street where a fight between infamous Danny Phantom and another ghost has just occurred. While fighting, Danny Phantom flew into this vehicle, causing it to spin out of control. Luckily, everybody inside appears to be unharmed." She then faced a tall man wearing a suit. His greying hair was pulled back into a very tight ponytail and he had a grim look on his rectangular face. "Mayor Masters, what do you think about Danny Phantom and what he has done to this city?"
The mayor faced the camera and began to speak in a calm and determined voice. "Danny Phantom is the scourge of this town. He has been the cause of destruction and chaos for too long. I swear that I will do everything in my power to get rid of him once and for all."
Zoë faced the cameras as well and spoke in her perky voice. "That was Mayor Masters speaking out on behalf of the town of Amity Park. That's all for this news broadcast. Join us tomorrow at six for more news stories. Good night."
After the cameraman called out that they had stopped rolling Brennan marched over to the reporter. "How can you tell such lies to the people of this town?"
Zoe gave her a confused look. "I'm sorry?"
Quickly Booth stepped in trying to stop Brennan from angering anybody. Holding up his badge, he said, "FBI. I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, this is my partner Temperance Brennan. Are we still needed here, or can we leave for dinner?"
Before Zoe could answer, Brennan butted in again. "She can't go around telling everybody that ghosts are terrorizing the town! It's false information, she could cause a major panic!"
"Excuse me?" Zoe asked, anger appearing on her face. "My news stories aren't false. They're one hundred percent accurate. A ghost hit your vehicle. There are witnesses. It wasn't anything else."
"There are no such thing as ghosts!" seethed Brennan, waving her arms in exasperation. "Is this entire town insane? Ghosts are just creatures of fantasy, just like vampires or werewolves, or anything else of the sort!"
"That's not true," Melinda came up behind them to confront Brennan. She figured that she may as well just tell Brennan what she needed to while she had the chance. "Ghosts do exist, and your child has seen them. So has Mikey. I would have told you earlier, but you were furious and I didn't want to make you angrier with me. Though now I see that any time I tell you this it will make you angry."
"You're obviously still in shock from the accident," Brennan said, pushing Melinda's words away breezily, as if they were of no use to her. "So I'm going to forget that you said that. But I don't want to hear any more talk about ghosts, or I'll ask Agent Booth to remove you from the case. Is that clear?"
Melinda's mouth dropped open. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She needed to be in this case, she needed to find out what had happened to Ember. But what could she do if Brennan wasn't allowing her to even speak the word 'ghost' anymore? Ghosts were a part of her life, they always had been! She couldn't just drop everything and forget all she knew!
"Bones, I'm not going to remove Melinda from the case." Now Booth was in the conversation, and he didn't sound very happy. "I know that you don't have the same beliefs as she does, but if this town really does believe in ghosts then we need her. She can relate to the people here in ways that we can't. If you make me force her to leave, we could be losing an incredible amount of information on the case. I mean, look at what she's already given us."
At this point Zoë had left the scene with her camera crew and the crowd of witnesses had dispersed. "Can you imagine what would have happened if she hadn't told us to look for a person named Ember McLain?" Booth whispered to Bones, knowing well that he couldn't let anybody who was still there hear any information about the case. Bones didn't speak a word. Instead, she glared appalled at his decision. When he was finished speaking she flounced off, gathered up the children, and began leading them down the street so that they could get something to eat. Booth sighed wearily. Brennan would get over it eventually.
"Excuse me, but did I hear that you are with the FBI?" The mayor, who looked older then he should have for his age, approached the trio with an interested look on his face. "Does this mean that you're the ones that came to solve the case involving the corpse in the music store?"
"Yes, we are," answered Booth, reaching out to shake the mayor's hand. "I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, ands is my friend Melinda Gordon who has been helping out on the case. I'm sorry sir, but I can't release much information at this time."
The mayor nodded solemnly. "I understand. Can you at least tell me who it was that died?"
"Her name was Ember McLain," Melinda spoke softly after receiving a nod of approval from Booth.
Hearing the name made the mayor sigh deeply. He instantly looked even older then before. As he spoke he placed a hand over his heart. "Oh that poor child. She was a remarkable girl."
"You knew her?" asked Booth, instantly pulling out a notebook and pen.
Mayor Masters nodded. "We only knew each other for a short time, but I knew her better then her parents did. The first time I met her she was performing in a concert at my mansion. She was in the opening band. Afterwards, I spoke to her about having her own concert. I offered to fund the entire thing."
"Really? That's awfully generous of you," Booth said with a hint of suspicion in his voice. "Why did you do that?"
Mayor Masters said, "She had an incredible amount of talent. I just didn't want it to go to waste. Also, I felt so bad for her. Her relationship with her parents was strained, and she was hanging out with some very bad kids. Kids that are known for getting into trouble."
"Really?" Booth repeated. This was getting better and better. "Could I have their names?"
"Why of course. Anything to help your investigation." At this point Melinda thought she saw a wicked smirk flash across Mayor Masters' face. But she blinked, and when her eyes were open again the smirk was gone as quickly as it had come. She wasn't even positive that she had seen it.
"The names are Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, and Daniel Fenton," the kind mayor told the investigators. Booth wrote down the names quickly, then tucked his notebook and pen away. "Thank you very much Mayor Masters." As he shook the mayor's hand again, the man said, "Oh please, there's no need for formalities. Just call me Vlad. And once again, don't worry about it. I want to help your investigation as much as I can. That way the poor girl can be put to rest." Suddenly his midnight blue eyes lit up. "That reminds me. Have you seen her ghost around here since you started the investigation?"
Melinda couldn't lie. She nodded slowly, getting Vlad's attention. "Once. At the crime scene. They couldn't see her though. Doctor Brennan doesn't believe that ghosts exist."
"Is that so?" Vlad mused, suddenly going quiet. There was a moment of silence, then Booth said, "Well, we better get going. We still haven't had dinner yet."
"Oh, of course. I wouldn't want to stop you from eating," Vlad chuckled. "It was a pleasure to meet both of you. I hope your investigation goes well Agent Booth."
Melinda and Booth thanked him, then turned to walk in the direction that Brennan, Mikey, and Tibby had left in. So unfortunately, they didn't see Vlad's evil smile or see him turn into a ghost and fly off to his home.
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