"Thank you, Dr. Saroyan," the woman said as she exited the office, almost running into a man who looked quite charming. He smiled and went in, obviously after the same job as she was. I don't stand a chance.
The nervous young adult fidgeted on the deep red seats of her 1970 Mustang Fastback in the parking lot. Countless other applicants exhibited the same behavior, in the vicinity of their own homes, anxious to hear which one had been selected. But out of all the people, Euphony Krebs was the most fervent by far. She tapped a pencil on the leg that wasn't busy bouncing. She bit her lip, causing it to come close to bleeding like so many times before.
Truth was, this had been her dream job since she was twelve, a year before graduating high school. Not getting it would, in all probability, send her spiraling into a deep depression. Suddenly her phone rang and she picked it up after the first ring. "Krebs."
"Miss Krebs? Congratulations, you got the job."
"Thank you, Dr. Saroyan."
"No, thank you. We could use the extra set of hands. How soon could you be here?"
"A few minutes."
"See you then." Click.
The partially socially inept adult looked herself over in the mirror before jumping out of the car and entering the building. Meanwhile, the losers muttered phrases like, "Who could be better than me?" and "How could she resist me?"
"Dr. Krebs? Welcome to the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal lab. I'm Dr. Hodgins, the other Forensic entomologist," said a short man with crazed scientist hair. "This is Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth, Dr. Zack Addy and Angela. I'm assuming you already met Cam." She nodded profusely and grinned.
"Nice to meet you all."
Booth's phone rang and he was on the line for only a few seconds. "We've got a case. Chop shop."
Dr. Saroyan turned to us and said, "Okay, Everybody but Angela, go with them."
Her heart leapt and she followed gleefully. Creepy, Hodgins thought.
Crime scene, Euphony's POV
It was like nothing I had ever seen before. There were bones everywhere, but Dr. Hodgins and I had not found one bug, not even an ant. The anthropologists had discovered that most victims had been from mid teens to early twenties, indicating, by my knowledge, a serial killer.
While examining, I contemplated Dr. Saroyan's reasoning. I was obviously younger than the other competitors, which most took for being less mature (which was, in some situations, correct.) But being here while being substantially younger than the others also meant that I absorbed information more quickly. It meant that I had a sharp mind, which was also still moldable and adaptable. She resisted the charm of others, meaning she was a strong person, not able to be bribed. I like her for that.