A/N: Hello hello. So, as I've been watching Bones, I've slowly been getting more and more obsessed with the cute little bean named James Aubrey, and I'm not ashamed. Of course, immediate thought that pops into my head a few weeks ago is "He's adorable. He needs a girlfriend. I'm gonna do that." And that's how this all started. This story is going to end up being a chronological telling and snapshots almost. I may be jumping forward and maybe glazing over some of the squint lingo, but it's centered, or hopefully centered, around Aubrey, and he doesn't do a lot of squint talk. I do not intend for her to be and apologize if she ends up sounding too perfect and like a Mary Sue. If she does PLEASE TELL ME. I don't want that and I'll try my absolute hardest to fix that. I love critique and reviews but please don't be too mean and harsh about it. So, with all of that, allow me to start.

It had been a few weeks since Aubrey had started working with the Jeffersonian and most importantly, the mountain that was Agent Booth. He had gotten to know everyone on the team, and earned their trust, or at least a little bit with Dr. Brennan. Booth was a completely different story. No matter how much he tried to get inside, Booth always blocked him out and Aubrey really never felt that Booth trusted him or even that Booth liked him at all.

Out of everyone, he had to admit Angela was his favorite. He liked her. Not in a romantic sense, but in an older sister giving him wisdom and advice way. She was pretty, smart, and all around a good presence to be around, but Hodgins was a little weird and a bit scary, and he just didn't look at her that way. She was great to get case information from, as she didn't usually have a dead person in her hands, and she always ended up giving him advice on whatever he was bugging him, even if he didn't realize it at first.

They had just finished a case where a guy's brother had stabbed him with a fence board over a fight from a decade ago. It was weird, and, even though it was over, Aubrey was so wrapped up in the concept of holding that bad of a grudge for that long of a time. He almost didn't notice when the elevator dinged. A voice shook him out of his thoughts and back onto the ground.

"Are you getting on?"

Aubrey refocused his eyes on a woman, staring at him, eyebrows raised. He smiled and got on, not saying anything, placing his hands in his pockets after adjusting his tie.

After a few minutes the woman broke the silence. "Long day?" She kept staring ahead at the doors.

Aubrey scoffed a little. "Yeah." He turned his head to look at her. For a second he looked at her before she turned to do the same. She had red hair, going down just past her shoulders and a little taller than average. She wasn't skinny like a lot of other women he'd seen in the city, she was curvy in a subtle way.

She faced him and smiled. She had gray-green eyes, although her pupils looked big, and her teeth were all straight, except one of her front teeth which was tilted slightly inwards. They weren't perfectly white, but still pretty. She sounded humored and yet concerned. "What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

Aubrey shook his head slightly. "Once I start, I'll be going for an hour, and I don't want you to have to deal with that."

She chuckled and pushed her hair behind her ear. "It's okay. I'm used to it."

Aubrey gave a grin and turned his body towards her. "Let's just say it's a long story."

She twisted her body to face him completely. "I've got time. Not like I'm doing anything else tonight."

Aubrey raised an eyebrow. "You really want to hear about this, don't you? Why?"

She took a strand of her hair in her left hand and started twisting and playing with it. "I don't know. You're pretty cute, and if I keep you talking you'll feel closer to me and maybe ask me out." She sounded so nonchalant about it it took Aubrey a second to process it all.

"Wait. You think I'm cute?" Aubrey repeated dumbly.

She looked back towards the elevator door. Her voice was still casual, putting an emphasis on the ending. "Yup." They were silent for a few seconds before she spoke again. "And you think I look...?" She moved an open hand between the two of them prompting him.

Aubrey turned back to face the elevator door as well. "Pretty cute as well."

They both looked at each other, grinning. Aubrey titled his body towards her and held out one of his hands. "James Aubrey." His smile seeping through his voice, a little deeper than usual.

She returned the favor, shaking his hand. "Emma Welling."

As they took their hands away, the handshake being a bit longer than average, the elevator doors opened, showing the ground floor of the FBI building. They both held still for a beat before Emma spoke up.

"Getting off?" She gestured her hand off the elevator. Her voice was small, but Aubrey just gave a small chuckle.

"I'm not sure. See, I met this cute girl, and I'm afraid if I get off this elevator I'll never see her again." Aubrey joked.

Emma gave a sarcastic nod. "Well, from a completely unbiased third party point of view, I think you should ask for her number so you can make sure you see her again."

Aubrey took a step closer to her. "Can I have your phone number?"

Emma nodded her head out of the elevator. "Get off and you'll find out." They both got off the elevator before it closed on them and Emma reached in her purse to pull out a business card. She handed it to Aubrey and he read it.

Dr. Emma Welling

Psy.D, Sociology Ph.D, Criminal Profiling

"Doctor?" Aubrey asked, looking up at her. "Are you the person replacing Dr. Sweets?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah. I 'started' today." She put air quotes around the word started. Aubrey raised an eyebrow and she explained. "I got the paperwork and bureaucratic stuff all completed today and my office set up. Plus it's the first day I get money for coming in so I'm counting it as my first day even though I got nothing done."

Aubrey nodded. "Sounds like a good day to me." They had somehow made it outside, although Aubrey couldn't remember exactly how. "Not dealing with a gross body and ridiculous murderers."

She chuckled and raised her eyebrows. "Solving crime like old movies or going through four levels of background and security checks and mounds of paperwork." She raised up her hands and moved them up and down as though she was weighing a balance. "I'd have to go with the crime, and I could probably debate this for a while."

Aubrey made an expression as though he was considering what she said. "Maybe we could continue it over dinner. Say, Friday?"

She smirked. "I still need to sort out my schedule, but I'll give you a head's up when I get it worked out."

In that moment, with how comfortable he felt around her, Aubrey felt like taking a risk. He winked. "I'll see you tomorrow." He walked away from her, relishing in her expression of approving surprise as she watched him leave.