Characters Listed in ranking at the Jeffersonian:
Dr. Camille "Cam" Saroyan
Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan
Special Agent Seeley Booth
Dr. Jack Hodgins
Angela "Ange" Montenegro
Dr. Zackary "Zack" Addy
Special Agent/Dr. Amy Holly Hollester
Dr. Lance Sweets

Story: Eighteen years ago, two children met at a preschool in Michigan. From first glance, they knew they would be best friends. The two friends grew-up together and had a lasting friendship beyond what most people could comprehend. Until something changed within him, and he started to fall for her; but his friendship was too valuable, so he kept his feelings a secret. If only he realized that she was in love with him too. One day, they swore on each other's blood that they would always be together and one day work in the same field, as they were both very passionate about forensics.

However, things were not meant to be. Around the girl's sixteenth birthday, her father got a job in Canada. She had been allowed to stay in Michigan with her friend for eight days, but the day after her birthday she was forced to fly to Montreal. Despite the distance, she never went back on her word. Earning dual doctorates in forensic anthropology and forensic entomology, and currently studying forensic psychology, she found a great job with the Quebec Provincial Police.

But when the Jeffersonian is in need of another brain for a very difficult case, they send for the best student in North America. She flies down to DC and the two best friends, after seven years, are reunited. Will their love for each other stay strong? Or has the past seven years of being so antisocial and work focus changed him beyond recognition? Only time will tell!

Finally! She was getting out of this place! Amy Hollester had lived in Montreal, Canada for eighteen years; and though she loved it there, it was time to get out. She had been called to the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington DC by none other than Dr. Temperance Brennan, one of the best Forensic Anthropologists in the country, if not the world, to work long term on a puzzling case.

It had taken her all of ten seconds to answer "yes" to Dr. Brennan's request, and had been given just hours to collect her possession together and get herself on a plane to D.C. Thankfully she didn't have much to pack, so it didn't take long. She had shoved all of her clothes into a large bag, tossed on a pair of shoes, grabbed her phone and iPod off the kitchen counter, ate a muffin and headed down to the lobby. After checking out of her temporary apartment and hailing a cab, she was finally on her way to the airport, only to stand in what felt like a thousand different lines; check-in, bag check, security, more security, boarding. With only minutes to spare, she slumped down in her airplane seat, letting out a huge sigh of relief. The plane ride lasted approximately 5 hours, and she sat impatiently through the whole thing, much to the chagrin of her seatmate.

Finally touching down at Dulles International Airport, Amy exited the craft and made a beeline for Baggage Claim. Rescuing her lone duffle, she calmly headed outside into the bright sunshine of Washington D.C. Her dream job, working at the Jeffersonian, was so close she could nearly taste it! She found a taxi and headed over to the museum. Only after she had stridden confidently through the front door did she realize that she had no idea where to go. She walked up to the information desk and gave them her name. The guy only nodded and handed her a dark blue lab coat and pointed toward the elevator. "Three."

Amy thanked him and slowly headed to the elevator. Her breathing became shallow. She was only three floors below the famed Dr. Brennan and soon, they would meet. Amy pressed the button and the doors slid open. She stepped into them, carefully watching all her movements and pressed the 'three' button. It only took a minute to get to the third floor. Amy took a deep breath and put on her lab coat before exiting into the main Medico-Legal laboratory.

The place was huge and very shiny, standing in stark contrast to what she was used to. There was a huge platform in the center and there where about fifteen people working at different sections. She was finally here; she just hoped she could stay. From what she had gathered on the phone, she wasn't the first person that had been asked for this job; she just wondered why they needed someone so quickly. She took another deep breath and headed to the stairs that led to the platform, which was guarded by a burly looking security guard. Chancing a glance past the rent-a-cop, she nearly fainted. There stood Dr. Brennan, talking to some of the other people on the platform. This was all too good to be true.

"Who are you?" Amy whirled around to find a tall woman with black hair pulled tightly into a bun. She wore a chocolate brown long sleeved shirt and nice black pants. She had a clipboard in her hand and was giving Amy a look of interest.

"Oh um yea." She put a lock of her dark red hair behind her ear. "I'm Amy…Hollester. I was called by Dr. Brennan."

"Oh, right, Hollester." She took a badge that had been clipped to her shirt and swiped it through what looked like a credit card scanner. The red light turned green and she headed onto the platform, motioning Amy to follow. "Dr. Brennan. This is Hollester."

"Oh yes!" Dr. Brennan turned and smiled at Amy. "Dr. Hollester." She held out her hand. Amy took it and grinned.

"Hey, Dr. Brennan."

"Wait Dr.?" A tall man with broad shoulders and a deep sense of brooding, deeply set eyes and a nice tux spoke, his face ridden with shock.

"That's right. She has a doctorate in Forensic Anthropology, Forensic Entomology and she is studying Forensic…Psychology. She has also worked with Suerte de Quebec, the Quebec Provincial Police.

"Wow. That's…somethin'…So. Is she workin' for us now, Bones?"

Dr. Brennan shrugged. "Her resume certainly is impressive. But that doesn't mean anything. She needs to prove herself."

"Oh, hey! I can do that. I'm all about the proof."

A girl with curly hair laughed. "She's just like him. I think she'll take his place just fine." Ah, so she had been right. She had been offered this job because someone else had left. Judging by the uneasy look on Dr. Brennan's face, she could tell it was sore subject and so she decided to leave it alone. Unsure of what to do, she rocked on her heels and stuck her hands in the pockets of her coat.

"Dr. Hollester, This is Dr. Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Dr. Saroyan, and Special Agent Booth." Dr. Brennan said, indicating each member of the team in turn.

"Hey." Amy grinned sheepishly as she looked around at the other four people in the room. It had been Angela that had spoken out earlier.

"Nice to meet you, Amy."

"Same here."

Suddenly, Booth's cell phone rang. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, answering. "Booth. Yea. Ok, we'll be there in ten." He closed the Razor Phone and stuck it back in his pocket. "Bones, we gotta case. Should we…take her?"

Dr. Brennan turned to Amy and smiled. "Yes. We don't want to make the same…mistake we did with him. We should get her started in the real world. Come on Amy."

"Um, ok." She followed Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth out to his car, where she sat in the back seat. They found their way to a convenience store only a few miles away from the Jeffersonian.

"All right, this is the place." Booth shut of the engine and opened his door. Both the girls got out. There where plenty of police cars parked outside and yellow tape around the front door. The trio ducked under it and headed in. "Oh. Booth. It's back here." Someone called out. He nodded and followed the voice to the back corner of the store. A decomposed corpse lay on the ground, the site markers and parameters already up. A few people where taking pictures.

"Well, Amy?" Dr. Brennan asked.

She took a deep breath and bent down, kneeling beside the corpse. "He was killed by a single stab wound to the chest about Hmm…five days ago. I'd estimate him at about 18 years of age."

"Good. Anything else?"

"He liked the cold. He was a snowboarder." She looked up at the other two.

"How can you tell that?"

"Stress markers on the bones. It looks as if he also broke his leg about a year ago in a in a snowboarding accident. It healed."

"Good. We need this body sent to the Jeffersonian, and all this food and the products in these three isles." Brennan motioned to the isles around the corpse. Then she laid her hand on Amy's shoulder. "Well done. Now let's get back."

The three turned and headed back to Booth's car. They fastened up and headed for the Institute. They arrived before the body and the evidence, so Brennan decided to give Amy the tour. She took the new girl through Angela, Hodgins, and her own work stations before finishing at one down the hall. "This is your office, should you get the job."

"What about Agent Booth. And um, that guy who's hanging around that you didn't introduce me to."

"Oh, him. Right, well. That is Dr. Lance Sweets. He's our, profiler. Should you get the job, you will be working as his assistant to further your Forensic Psychology degree."

"Um. If I may ask, why do you keep saying it like that? 'If you get the job'".

"Dr. Hollester-

"Amy is fine."

"Amy, I have talked to a lot of people about this job. None have been as qualified as you, nowhere near, but I'm just not sure what we all need right now. If we need a replacement."

"Shouldn't the head of the Forensics team be deciding who is and is not hired? Dr. Saroyan?"

"Yes, of course, but I give her the decision, she does the official work."

"Ah…"

"Amy. Could I talk to you in my office? Alone." It was Angela.

"Um. Sure…" Amy turned and followed the attractive, dark-haired woman into a large room with a square stand in the center and a desk with some computers not far off. Once they where inside and Angela had shut the doors she turned and suddenly she didn't look as pretty.

"Listen. You'll soon figure out the way things are around here, You don't mention Him. You make no notion to ask or even imply your interest in why you where called here when you did. You don't know the story, you never will. No one will tell you about Him so just leave it alone. If you put Brennan in pain I will eat you alive. Got it?"

Amy lifted her eyebrows and watched the elder girl closely. "I wasn't planning on asking. I'm just happy to be out of Montreal. I wasn't intending to…inflict pain."

"Oh. In that case, this never happened. I think we could be great friends."

"Ok…cool…So…What's that?" Amy turned suddenly and pointed to the stand.

"Oh. That's the Angelator. I designed it, it helps us reconstruct images and discover what really happened at the crime scenes using basic science and logic."

"Oh. Sounds hi-tech."

"It is. I'm sure you'll get to see it on this case."

"Gals, it's here." Hodgin's head poked into Angela's office and the two headed out to the platform. Amy nearly stepped onto the shiny metal when Angela's arm shot in front of her. She held out the card that had been attached to the pocket on her coat and swiped it. The three walked onto the platform.

The body was laid out on a silver table and Dr. Brennan was already leaning over it. Booth and Sweets sat off to one side while Cam had a clip board ready. Angela joined the guys in the corner and Hodgins and Amy joined Brennan, leaning over the table. The two of them put on latex gloves.

"This one should be fun. No soil to work with. A convenience store, you said?" Cam nodded." Ah, linoleum. That's always fun."

"See if you can find out how long he's been dead-"

"I'd say a week to ten days, judging the stage of the maggots. But I don't think he was killed here."

Everyone on the platform turned to look at Amy. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Then Hodgins spoke. "The bugs and dirt is my turf, princess."

"Oh. I'm sorry." She bowed her head. "It's just that, back at my lab I pretty much did it all. And I mean it all. From the bones to the bugs, even the police work and the arresting. I didn't realize I had overstepped my bounds."

"No, no. It's fine. Maybe with you around I can get a day off of work for" He glanced at Angela, "Other things." Amy looked from one to the other and nodded slowly. Ah, this was a fun lab.

"Well you aren't off the job yet so get those bugs and start working." Cam said, pointing to the corpse.

"All right, fine." Hodgins scrapped a few bugs from the body and put them in a container, taking them to his work station.

"Amy, I need to you to start analyzing the wound. We need the murder weapon."

Amy nodded. Of course, Dr. Brennan." She bent low over the single wound in the victim's chest. "Single stab wound. Through the heart. Weopon was about three inches in diameter here, where it struck. And" She bent down to look under the table, coming up a few seconds later. "Right. Your tables aren't…transparent." Angela and Sweets laughed. "May I?"

"Of course." Brennan replied.

Amy gently lifted the right shoulder of the victim to take a look at its back. "Um, exit is about a quarter of an inch in diameter, meaning this thing came to a point. I can identify any particulates left in the wound to see what this thing was made of."

"Get to it."

Amy turned and found a small plastic circular tray and salvaged some of the flesh, setting it on the tray and heading toward her station. Once there she grabbed the micro scope and started looking at the flesh. Her eyebrows furrowed as she lifted her head. There was no metal or wood in the wound. In fact, there was nothing. She stood and headed back to the platform. "Dr. Brennan? There's something you should probably see."

"I'll be right there." Dr Brennan said. She had been talking to Booth and looked relieved to be called away. Amy walked back to her station, Dr Brennan only a few steps behind her.

"It's here." Amy pointed to the microscope and Brennan sat, peering through it.

"There's nothing here."

"Exactly. No particulates of metal or wood."

"That is interesting. We'll see where that takes us. Come back to the platform with me." Amy nodded and followed Brennan back. Once there, Brennan turned and addressed Booth. "There are no particulates in the wound. At all. There was nothing I would have recognized from any weapon I've seen but then again, I'm not the expert."

"Are we allowed?" It was Cam.

Brennan shrugged. "We're just visiting."

Cam raised her eye brows and nodded. "All right. Lets do this."

"I'm coming." It was Angela and Hodgins in unison.

"We can't all go." Dr. Brennan said.

"Why not?" It was Angela. "We have a right to see him, he's our friend and we won't pass up a chance to visit." She had her arms crossed as she stared at Brennan.

"Ok, you can come." She headed toward the platform exit. "Amy, go get the microscope and flesh." Amy nodded and headed back to her workstation, picked up the equipment and ran to catch up with the others.

The entire party crammed themselves into Booth's car. Thankfully, it wasn't a long drive, only fifteen minutes. Amy fingered the microscope, opening her mouth to say something then stopped. Her brain tried to fathom who they could be going to visit, but she figured she would meet them soon enough.

They parked and all got out of the car. Amy looked up at the large, white building. "A psychiatric ward?"

Angela glanced at Amy. "Just go with it." She only nodded as the group headed inside. She stood back with the others as Dr. Brennan spoke to the guy at the counter. Then she nodded and headed over to the elevator. Floor two. They stepped out of the elevator and as if in a pack, the six moved over to a couch where a guy with shaggy brown hair sat playing chess. An odd game for a psychiatric ward, she thought wryly. He was dressed in simple striped pajamas, and he wore black gloves on his hands. Brennan walked over to stand behind him. "Hey." She said.

He turned to look at her, shocked. "Dr. Brennan!" He stood and walked in front of her. They hugged then he turned to look at the group, his face falling. He was staring at Amy, shock written all over his face. He walked slowly toward her, as if in a dream. He stopped about a foot away from her, noting the similar shocked expression she wore.

"Amy", "Zack" they said at the same time. In an instant all shock was gone and they hugged.