I can hardly breathe.

Soooo...
to those faithful readers of my story (which I have finally thought of a title for; Casefile 001: Hidden. It's going to be a series.) I am very sorry I have not posted a new chapter in 6 million light years. I just hate typing. Well, I actually love typing. Just not typing something that I've already handwritten. It completely defeats the purpose, I know. But I prefer to hand write when I write stories and such. I don't know, I'm weird.
But I promise I will post a new chapter either early this morning when I can't sleep, sometime tomorrow afternoon when I finally wake up, or when I get back from Tennessee, which is the 20th (I leave this Saturday morning!).
So, for those of you that have been tearing yourselves apart in anticipation, my sincere apologies. (Ha, I don't even think anyone actually likes it, but hey, everyone's a critic.)
In other news, it is really hot in my room. Like boiling. And I'm under a blanket because the fan blows on me and makes me cold. I know, freaky.
So, now back to more Black Like Me and Dr. Gregory House. Killer combination.





DID YOU KNOW

According to spoilerfix.com, Dr. Temperance Brennan ("Bones") and FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth will finally hook up in the 4th season? I know, completely awesome :]
(Bones Season 4 Premiere September 3, 2008 on FOX)
I think.
Sometime near the beginning of September.

Les Meilleures Choses dans la Vie

I want a yellow mini cooper convetible.
Seriously, that is my dream car.
So, my mom's fiancee bought me one. A miniature one. Like, a toy.
That seriously made my week, it's sucked so far.
It's the little things that mean the most to me, they have the most meaning.








Anyways, guess who's going to see her first Broadway musical tomorrow?!
Yup, I ammmmmmmmmmmmmmm :]

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13
Josh woke up to an intense pain in is back and someone hovering over his shoulder.
"Good morning, sunshine," Aimee's voice said. He picked his head off of his desk and opened his eyes, then closed them again.
"Too bright," he grumbled and rubbed his eyes.
"It's 4:30. Murray got the results of the tox screen two hours ago; Cal had a smorgasborg of steroids in his system at various rates of absorption."
"Why'd you wake me up then?"
"Director told me to. No specific reason."
"Evidence garage! We found Valanse's car!" Director Austin's voice shouted from the opposite end of the squad room.
"Guess that's why," Aimee mumbled as the Director practically sprinted past them.
"What was that, Special Agent Rousseau?"
"Nothing, ma'am."
Josh and Aimee followed Director Austin into the elevator and then the evidence garage.
"Murray, what've you got?" Josh asked, receiving a glare from the director.
"Well, not a whole lot, kept his car pretty clean." The director looked disappointed. "But I did find this;" he picked something off of the backseat with tweezers, "the missing tooth."
"In his car?" Guthren asked.
"Apparently so."
"How was it removed?" the director asked.
"Randy said it looked like it had been removed forcefully. I can scrape it for any particulates and try for a fingerprint, but the odds of that are astronomical."
"You do that! Aimee, Josh," Guthren beckoned towards the elevator, and Josh and Aimee obeyed.
Back in the squad room, Louis Jarod sat at his desk, waiting for the phone call he was promised he would get. He was supposed to get paid for this one, his first actual success, out on his own.
The phone finally rang as Guthren, Aimee, and Josh entered.
"Whoever's calling is gonna have to wait, Probie," Guthren said, but Louis chose to ignore him. He picked up the phone but Guthren was quicker.
"DO NOT IGNORE ME, JAROD!" Guthren shouted.
"Sorry, sir," he replied.
"And don't call me 'sir'." Guthren strode towards his ringing phone. "Yeah. On our way."
He paused to grab his gear and said, "Jody Mulani is dead."

Fa la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaa

I have come to a conclusion; I do not want a sweet sixteen party.
I know, shocking, seeing as I am such a party girl and all.
Not. I really did want a moon bounce though. Maybe my graduation party.
Would you like to know how I came to this conclusion?
Well, I was watching Bones (shocker) and it was a Christmas episode. And I realized, Hey, I never had a christmas party.
And I want to.
And, seeing as my birthday is close to Christmas, having a sweet sixteen would make no sense.
Plus, I really want a car. So I think that if I don't have a party I have a better chance of getting a car, even if it is a crappy one. I would just like a car.
Wouldn't any teenage girl?
So, I would prefer to have a Christmas party. I think it would be more fun than a sweet sixteen.

Just thought I should get that out of my system.

Cutest Couples on TV!

Cutest Couples on TV (yes, this is what my life is amounting to)

1. Corey and Topanga (Boy Meets World)

2. Rory and Dean (Gilmore Girls)

3. Steve and DJ (Full House)

4. Sabrina and Harvey (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

5. Tony DiNozzo and Jeanne Benoit (NCIS)

6. Loralei and Luke (Gilmore Girls)

7. Angela and Jack (Bones)

Hope you enjoyed that.

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Watch it :]

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Camila sat on her beat up couch staring at her blank plasma-screen television. She wished she hadn't told Josh to leave, even though it was the right thing. Playing damsel in distress and clinging to him wasn't going to do any good.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing.
"'Milla! Hey!" her oldest and dearest friend from back home, Troian, said. Or more like shouted.
"How may times have I told you not to call me 'Milla?" Camila shouted back. "Where the hell are you?"
"A bar about twenty minutes from your house!"
"Why the hell are you in Spain?"
"Visiting you, duh! Why don't you come on down and live a little?"
"I feel more like staying in, Troian. Could you come over?"
"Sure. Is everything okay?"
"No. For once, it's not all gonna be okay, Troian. Please?" Camila snapped.
"Is it that playboy partner of yours? You said something stupid, didn't you?"
"No, Troian, it has nothing to do with him. Well, for the most part. Could you please just get your skinny little ass over here?" she raised her voice to a yell.
"Okay, okay," Troian surrendered, the background noise dying down. "I'm on my way."
"Thank you," Camila said, hanging up the phone.
About an hour later, after spilling her guts to Troian, Josh called.
"Hey!" he said enthusiastically. "What's goin' on?"
"My friend Troian stopped by. Even though she lives in Minnesota, she spontaneously bought a plane ticket to Spain. What about you? Did you find Cal Valanse?"
"Uh, yeah. Dismembered along the side of a road. Now we're waiting for the tox screen report to see if there were steroids in his system."
"So you're still at work? It's past one."
"Yeah, Guthren told us to do something productive until the tox report comes back. Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm better, but not fully okay. I talked to Troian, which helped."
"What, my shoulder isn't good enough to cry on?"
"Oh, it is, but it's not exactly easy to talk to you about...certain things."
"Like me?"
Camila, taken aback, said, "Wouldn't you love to know?"
"Yup. Look, Guthren's giving me that look that suggests he would kill me if it was legal. I'll talk to you later."
"Adios, amiga."
"Si, novio."
Camila was about to ask him what he meant by calling her sweetheart, but the line went dead.
"What's wrong?" Troian asked. "What'd he say?"
"He called me novio," Camila stated, staring blankly ahead.
"Which means...?"
"Sweetheart."

Chapter Onze (eleven) :]

Chapter 11

Aimee stood alongside the road, knee deep in mud. Petty Officer Cal Valanse lay a few feet from her, completely dismembered. The poor girl that called the police sat in her car, door open, talking to the probie. She was instructed by the Director to secure the scene until Guthren and Randy arrived.
"How ya doin' there, Aimee?" she heard a famliar voice say behind her.
"Josh?"
"Yup. Having fun?" he asked, looking down at the Petty Officer with disgust.
"Yeah, because I want to spend all of my Friday nights staring at dismembered corpses. How's Camila?" she asked curiously.
"Okay, I guess. Coping. She literally made me leave. She told me to 'go find Cal Valanse'. You guys took care of that, I see."
Aimee nodded, and he continued, "Aren't you supposed to bag and tag or something...?"
"The director instructed me to only secure the scene until Guthren and Randy arrive. And to tell the probie to take her statement," she nodded towards the girl who called 911.
"I'll go introduce myself to the probie," Josh said, then trudged through the mud.
She finally saw the NCIS truck and the Medical Examiner's truck pull alongside the police cars.
"Aimee, bag and tag. Josh,"Guthren said, throwing the camera at him," how's Camila?"
"Coping. She forced me to leave," Josh replied, photographing the dismembered corpse.
"Sounds a lot like your last girlfriend, Anita, yes?" Guthren asked with a chuckle.
Josh grunted and continued photographing Cal Valanse.
For the next half hour Aimee put every single piece of anything within ten feet of Petty Officer Valanse's body in evidence bags. Finally, Guthren ordered them all back to the squad room to get the evidence to Murray.

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Standing at the ladies' room sink trying to scrub the mud out of her pants, Aimee was nearly falling asleep. It was almost midnight and Randy still hadn't finished Cal Valanse's autopsy.
The door burst open and Murray's voice said, "Randy wants to see you."
"This is the ladies' room, Murray," she retorted.
"Yeah, and I've been looking all over for you, get down to autopsy," he said angrily, then left.
She dried off her pants, slipped back into her shoes and marched to the elevator.
When she got to the basement and slipped "booties" over her shoes, everyone else had already arrived.
"Nice of you to join us, Aimee," Josh said with a smile.
"Shut up," she snapped, then nodded at Randy.
"Time of death was about nineteen hundred hours, cause of death was a single gunshot through the chest. The body was cut at each joint; ankle, shoulder, knee, wrist, et cetera. Also, you might want to see this," Randy explained, opening Valanse's mouth. "One of his canine teeth has been removed."
"Removed? Surgically?" Guthren asked.
"Nope. Yanked out, post-mortum."
"Any steroids??"
"I'll have to wait for the toxicology screen from Murray, but I wouldn't doubt that there was some in his system."
"Excellent. Can we leave now?" Aimee asked.
"Nope. We're waiting for the tox report," Guthren said.
"The results won't be in for a few hours, Troy," Randy said.
"I know. Do something productive," he said to Josh and Aimee and left autopsy.
"I'm assuming I'm not the only one who can't wait for the director to leave?" Randy asked, and was answered with identical 'duh' looks from both Aimee and Josh.