The Same Face
A/N: This just popped into my head and my friend said it was a good idea. Please tell me if I should continue or not.
Summary: A new case is brought in for the Dynamic Duo, but what happens when the face Angela draws is her own? HA with maybe a bit of BB.
Disclaimer: Bones is still not mine. I do own Kristy.
Chapter 1: Same Old Story
Special Agent Seeley Booth walked through the Jeffersonian Institute with his eyes fixed on something that was on the platform. It was 9:00 am and already Bones was bending over and squinting at a very old skeleton. He saw her point things out to her grad student, Zach. He shook his head as he swiped his card on the reader and marched up the steps.
"Bones, you busy?" asked Booth walking to her side. She turned to him.
"Yes, Booth, I am busy, in case you didn't notice," she replied. She turned back to her ancient bones. "And don't call me Bones."
"Okay, fine, but we have a case."
"Where?"
"Just on the Virginia side of the border. So hurry it up Bones."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means that we need to go and you're taking too long."
"All right, all right, already. Just let me get my kit, and we'll go." Brennan turned, collected her kit, and gave instructions to Zach, before she was pulled down the stairs by Booth. Booth's hand immediately went to the small of her back when it let go of her arm.
"You know Booth, I am perfectly capable of walking by myself," said Brennan.
"I know, but it's a reflex," answered Booth carefully. He would never admit that he liked the reflex. He daren't even imply it, or show it. When they got into Booth's black SUV he gave her the case file to look over. She opened it and a confused look crossed her face.
"Booth, where's the rest of it?" Brennan asked.
"That's all there is," replied Booth. "I know, it's not much."
"This is it?" she said. "There's nothing else to go with?"
"No, Bones. There's not." Booth took a turn off the freeway and pulled up to a gas station.
"It's here?" asked Brennan, watching Booth get out of the car.
"No Bones, but I need gas to get to it," answered Booth.
"Oh, okay then." Brennan watched as he put gas in the SUV and went into pay. She watched as he reached back to get his wallet, and she heard the girl at the cash register scream, and…wait. She heard the girl at the cash register scream!
"OH MY GOD HE HAS A GUN!!!" she screamed. Everybody screamed and knelt down on the floor. Booth raised his hands to quieten her down.
"It's okay!" he said. "I'm not going to hurt anybody. I'm FBI." He held up his badge for everybody to see. "See? I'm one of the good guys. I just needed to buy some gas."
The girl, her name-tag read 'Kristy', was quiet again as she gave Booth his change.
"Have a nice day, sir," murmured Kristy. Booth thanked her and walked back out to the SUV.
"What happened? Are you okay?" Brennan bombarded Booth with questions, as he started up the car
"Relax okay? The girl, Kristy, saw my gun and she thought the worst."
"Oh, ok."
Booth pulled up to the crime scene and Brennan was practically out of the car before it was parked.
"Special Agent Booth," said Booth flashing his badge. "This is Dr. Temperance Brennan."
Brennan had already snapped on a pair of gloves and was starting her exam.
"What have we got Bones?" asked Booth.
"Female, mid twenties to early thirties, most likely Caucasian, no obvious COD," Brennan paused. "She looks familiar to me."
"Bones, it's a skeleton. To me, they all look the same."
"No, I'm talking about the facial structure. It looks like she's related to someone I know." She paused again. "She's not completely Caucasian."
"Well, we should probably get her back to the Jeffersonian," said Booth.
"Yeah, just let me get some soil samples for Hodgins," Brennan answered. She spotted a beetle crawling around on the rib cage. She picked it up and put it in a container. Then she went to supervise the transportation of the skeleton.
"Come on Bones!" called Booth. "We have to get back before the body does!"
Reluctantly Brennan seated herself in Booth's car. The ride back seemed to be much shorter. As they pulled up to the Jeffersonian, Brennan went right back into work mode. She walked into the Jeffersonian and called her team together.
"We have a young female coming in," she said. "Zach I'll help you clean the bones, and then we want tissue markers on the skull for Angela. Hodgins, I got you some soil samples and there was a beetle on the rib cage."
Zach nodded and went to the closest table to await the delivery. Angela nodded and went back to her office. Hodgins muttered: "Wow, a beetle? And it's not even my birthday" and returned to his microscopes.
A/N: Okay, so how was it? I know it was all about Booth and Brennan, but I promise there will be HA in later chapters.
