Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Hart Hanson didn't get the memo that it was my birthday and that ownership of Bones would be the perfect gift. So I don't own them, I just take them out and let them have a little fun.
A/N: I'm not sure if I really like this so far, so please tell me what you think. If people like it, I'll continue it, but otherwise… I apologize for the shortness; I'm not used to writing long stories yet. Enjoy!
Chapter 1:
"No. Absolutely not."
Dr. Temperance Brennan spoke as she marched up the steps to the lab platform, swiping her card on the way up. A distinctly annoyed young woman with curly red hair and an air of stubbornness followed her up the stairs.
"Dr. Brennan, I don't like the idea any more then you do, but that's not what's important. You have a responsibility that you need to fill without regard to your personal feelings!"
Brennan whipped around and glared at the young woman
"Well, it doesn't really matter that you don't like the idea, now does it?! Because you wouldn't be the one with a camera crew following you around, documenting every detail of your life for 24-hours!"
Brennan glared at the young women who, much to her credit, glared right back at her.
Deciding that it was time to interrupt, Angela Montenegro walked over to break up the staring contest that had developed between Brennan and the young woman.
"Sweetie, what on earth is going on? What's this about camera crews? And you are you attempting to stare down?"
Sighing, Brennan broke her gaze with the curly-haired woman and turned to face her best friend.
"Ange, this is Ariana Granger, my new publicist."
"Hi." said Angela, "I'm Angela Montenegro. I'm a forensic facial reconstructer here at the Jeffersonian."
Ariana, who had sunk onto the steps and buried her face in her hands, looked up at being addressed. "Call me Ari" she replied, "and you already know what I do." She sighed and placed her face back in her hands.
Angela turned an accusing glance on her friend, "Brennan! What have you been doing to the poor thing?" "Nothing!" defended Brennan. Angela rolled her eyes and said
"Well, obviously you did something, or she wouldn't been in this state!"
Brennan was opening her mouth to reply indignantly when the sound of someone running caught their attention. Three heads turned to see Special Agent Seeley Booth running down the hall.
"Bones! Whatcha doing?!? We've got court in like, *checks watch* in two minutes!"
Brennan gasped, grabbed her coat, and sprinted after him, yelling that she wasn't his to order around, and unaware of the two pairs of eyes following her and Booth down the hall.
I already have Chapter 2 written, so I'll post it (or not) as soon as I hear whether people like the story or not.