AN: Hey guys I discoved bones about 3 weeks ago and fell in love, with the series and most definitely with Sweets so I began writing a story and I really hopes it takes off. There will be bashing of an OC because I don't oppose Daisy, but I like my OC character better.
"Oh my god, how can any one person commit their only one life to such a terrible topic as psychology. I mean everything is suggestion nothing is ever definitive in this subject it should not even be allowed to have the -ology at the end it does not deserve it, and then why the hell I am I standing in front of Dr. Lance Sweets office the FBI physiologist, oh yeah my boss made me. God I am going to kill the director when I get back to the headquarters in London, but for now I am a liaison at the Jeffersonian Museum. Yeah, you heard right I am liasoning (I am not sure if that is even a word) at a Museum, well at least in the crime solving department. But why the hell psychology? Why did my boss whom I adore send me off to be partnered with a psychologist? Psychology is as soft science, it shouldn't even be considered a science, but I should stop my rambling I am Agent Dr. Elizabeth Swan at MI-6. I grew up in London and went to Oxford College and then went onto medical school to study emergency medicine." I took a breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in" I heard a voice call from inside. I entered the room. It looked exactly like a doctors office should look there was a big desk on one end of the room in front of the desk was a couch and two chairs so the good doctor could get emotionally close to his patients and to reassure them. The windows were opened to the fullest extent which made artificial light superfluous, it looked sterile no pictures no paintings, detached somehow.
"Great, here is your next patient Sweets, so we can go we wouldn't want this troubled teenager wait any longer her problems are more important that our underlying sexual tension, don't you think Bones" said the man in one of the chairs facing the nice couch.
"Number one, I am 20 years old and I am a certified Doctor and MI-6 agent. In other words I can kill you discard your body and walk away with out a scratch." I said.
"MI-6?" asked a light brown haired lady next to the man in the chair said, I immediately as Dr. Temperance Brennan.
"Yes it's a nickname for the SIS which is the cooler, better more resourceful, and English and in any way more awesome than the CIA." I said cheerfully
"and she is my new partner" said a man I supposed to be Dr. Sweets, to my surprise looked as he was only 23 years old I had expected an old geezer telling me to get him coffee. Dr. Sweets had dark brown curls atop of his head, and light brown eyes to match that, and surprisingly enough I found him attractive hate, you are supposed to hate him not find him attractive, he represents all evil in the name of psychology I told myself sternly.
"Grudging partner" I corrected.
"How can you be a grudging partner?" Dr. Brennan asked.
"Well easy my boss head of MI-6 said I have been over working myself and that I need some civilian work, and even though he knows how much I despise psychology, he put me here" I said plainly.
"You know I am here I kind of spend my whole life dedicated to psychology" said Dr. Sweets.
"Yeah I know I still think it's a soft science and there is absolutely no value in it" I said not feeling a bit of remorse for hurting his feelings.
"Oh kid she owned you," said the man from earlier that had called her a teenager, he was wearing a belt buckle that had COCKY written on it.
"Who exactly are you?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth FBI" he replied coolly.
"We officially can not be friends" I said quickly.
"Why?" he asked as if I had proposed that I wanted to achieve world domination with a lightning bug.
"You work for the FBI" I said stiffly
"And that's bad because…?" he asked clearly not grasping the concept.
"I hate the FBI" I said plainly.
"Wow Wow Wow rewind why do you hate the FBI" he asked still looking like he'd rather believing in the lightning bug theory.
"Because saving their asses is the number thing we have to do of joint-ops and it is not fun" I said.
"Name me one time" he challenged.
"Guam, Tokyo, Beirut…." I said but he cut me off.
"Ok I said one" he said knowing he lost that spat.
"Well there was more than one so I had to bring the facts to light" I said with a dramatic hand gesture.
"I like her she isn't afraid of telling men their place, she is good for you Sweets" said Dr. Brennan.
"Thank you I appreciate that Dr. Brennan, but how can I be complementary to a man who dedicated his life to a science that is wrong in theory and fails in execution" I asked.
"You know I am still in the room" he said incredulously.
"Yep I do know that but I don't like talking behind people's backs its better to hear it out front, and if you even try to psychoanalysis on me I will slit your throat and let you bleed to death" I said with a cheerful expression on my face. His face contorted to amusement and fear. I planned this to be a very interesting time here at the Jeffersonian.
"I really like her; Sweets when you come to the lab you need to bring her" said Dr. Brennan "We could introduce her to the rest of the team."
"Not a problem, I don't think I'd leave her here alone she might burn all my files and books" he said trying to hide his amusement.
"I would never do something like that" I said plastering a fake shock expression on my face. I was greeted by raised eyebrows. "Well…maybe it is definitely an enticing idea" I concluded. I heard a chirping sound
"Oh phone…hey cam…oh ok well be there…oh and you get to meet Sweets new partner… bye" Dr. Brennan said finishing her conversation and putting her phone back in her pocket.
"That was Cam we got to go to a crime scene" she said as if it was a day to day thing, which it probably was.
"Sweet crime scene" I said my eyes lighting up.