A/N Hello there! First story I've written… EVER! Well… yeah! Enjoy? This story is written from the point of view of a new intern at the Jeffersonian. I know this might sound weird, but I will not be referring to the show for accurate details of places, things and such… at the moment. Since I am new to writing, I want to slowly acclimate myself to writing in my own style before I try to emulate someone else's… I hope you would still read! Please comment and let me know what I am doing right or wrong! All voices have an impact!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, names, places, music, items and anything else described in this story unless I explicitly say so. This story is BASED on the TV show Bones, which is owned by its respective people.

Salutations:

Good day young graduate. I am pleased to inform you that you've been accepted as my new intern here at the Jeffersonian Institute and will be assisting me in my duties as a Forensic Anthropologist. I've picked you out of the hundreds applying because I feel great potential in your abilities. Attached is your new Identification Card that you will need to enter the platform where we perform all the autopsies and also the bones archive, were you may find a wide array of samples for cross-referencing.

Before you accept this position, you must be aware of one thing. Our work in the Jeffersonian can get hectic at times and you will be mandated to perform some unconventional roles. You might need to accompany me and Special Agent Seeley Booth to a murder scene and collect samples, or assist Angela Montenegro in facial reconstructing and crime scene simulations; you might even be called upon the help of Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Hodgins for specific tasks involving flesh insects and any other material involved in murders. Another thing you need to take into consideration is the fact that all personnel must meet with our Psychologist, Dr. Lance Sweets, on a weekly basis to help alleviate stress due to the wide range of skills that our job require us to maintain and perform on a daily basis.

If you do wish to become part of the Jeffersonian team, you will that we are like a family. We all care deeply for one another and we defend each other. While it might seem unconventional, we meet outside of the work area and bond with each other. I hope you will accept the internship and I await your arrival.

Farewell until our paths cross;

Dr. Temperance Brennan
P.H.D. in Anthropology, Author
Jeffersonian Medico Legal, Anthropology Unit

"No Way… did she really fire you again!?" He asked, wondering what his roommate did wrong.

"Does it matter?" She said with a tone that meant the end of that conversation. But he wouldn't let it slide just like that!

"Come on Days! I mean, don't you care at all? It was pretty hard getting into the program, right?"

"I won't, I don't and it was... But I really don't care! That just means I can spend more time with my honey-kins Lance!" She said without even considering the ramifications of not having the internship. I mean, he would love that opportunity! Everyone on campus talks about how well off and how much experience people who work at the Jeffersonian Anthropology unit get. Oh well… I guess only the really smart ones get to work with Dr. Brennan.

"But really, did she even have a reason Daisy?" He kept prying. He needed to know! Almost like clockwork, one of his friends would come to class the next day instead of heading to the Medico Legal Headquarters. The weird thing was that none of them seemed overly disappointed at the idea. Sure they all liked working with the staff there, but were completely okay with not working there anymore… and then Daisy, she was actually glad! What's so special about that lab anyways…

"Well, if you must know… I can't really tell you, Dave. I was always correct, I went above and beyond and I let everyone know how much I admire Dr. Brennan. I think they might not have needed me anymore!"

"I think I know why now..." He said smiling to himself. He knew how Daisy can get when she's in teacher's pet mode… He should know, he did the same thing in high school! The only difference is that he knows how to control it and unfortunately Daisy doesn't.

"HEY! What's that supposed to mean?!" She said, mocking anger.

"Nothing Days… Nothing." He gave her the sliest look he could muster with his dorky glasses on, he barely used them outside of his dorm. He didn't bother with putting his contacts on when nobody was around to see them. Nobody he wanted to impress, that is.

"Fine then!" Cracking a wide smile because of how goofy he looked. "So Dave, me and the gang were going down to the diner to have dinner… I'm meeting Lanceypoo there to go to a movie, but we just wanted to hang out for a while. We haven't done that too often… Wanna come? Lately you've been more interested in your laptop so much I'm starting to think that your turning into Vince! Please promise me you won't spout random trivia! One person doing it is enough!" She moaned, a little serious and a little playful at the same time.

"Uh… What? Yeah, sure! I'll go!" He knew that Dr. Brennan and Special Agent Booth always ate at the diner… Maybe he'll be able to strike some conversation. He quickly saved the word document he was working on and closed his laptop, but kept it with him.

"Give me a sec. I need to go freshen up!" Time to put his contacts on.

"Fine then! I'll wait by the car!" She was already in her own little world. As he headed down into the bathroom, he mumbled to himself every bone in the human body and correlated specific bone structure to different races. He was getting better at it. After quickly messing his hair up a little and sliding some conditioner into it, he was ready to go. He looked at his reflection. College really has changed him. Nobody from his hometown would recognize him. He had an air of knowledge about him that his family have never seen. He should really try to visit more often, but that was the price to pay for making the top of the class… His family knew that, he hoped.

"Days! I'm ready… " He looked around the parking lot and saw nothing. She left him… again! He simply mumbled to himself as started walking towards the diner. The dorm was relatively close to the diner and he liked to walk by himself. It helped him clear his mind. The only problem is that the only thing that crossed his mind throughout the short walk was conversation starters to use on Dr. Brennan. He knew that he was pretty good at talking to others, but when he needs to talk to someone he admires it's a whole new ballgame.

"So, I've just finished reading your new book for the third time and I…" No… To clingy.

"I saw you on the new cover of Anthropology today and let me say that you look great in it!" NO WAY I CAN SAY THAT! That's even worse that the last one! Agent Booth would kill me! He rubbed his eyes… This was going to be harder than he though.

"Just be yourself! She'd humor you at least!" He told himself out-loud. Sometimes the little pep-talks helped him relax.

"Uh, David… I can easily relate to the negativity your feeling, but can you inform me of what specific female specimen you're referring to…" A voice said from behind.

"WOAH!" He yelled. Nobody takes this route… Unless… "Colin? What are you doing here?! I though you were meeting the gang at the diner!" He hated the way he always snuck up on him.

"It seems Daisy Adair needed to do some reaping before heading to the diner. The schedule transportation was cut short and now I am in this abysmal predicament."

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…" He knew Colin well enough to know he enjoyed the quiet, but he always needed the company. Colin liked this as much as he did. "So, how have you been? You know… Ever since you were relieved of your duties..." He knew that Colin had at least one bad thing to say about him getting replaced.

"Surprisingly well… Never before have I been able to look back on a time with less than despair."

"Sorry bud, I know it must s… WHAT?!" He could not believe it! Colin had something good to say! Something was wrong, really wrong!

"Why the sudden increase of volume? Nothing I mention needs such a fluctuation in emotion. Is there something you need to ask?"

DARN IT! The only reason Colin knew that is because they are surprisingly similar… Sure, he was an optimist and he the opposite but they were both strung the same way.

"It's… It's just that every time one of you guys come back from the Jeffersonian, you have nothing but good things to say! Shouldn't you be at least irritated… I mean, you just lost an internship at the most prestigious Anthropology laboratories in the United States. I would be at least somewhat annoyed, but you and Days have nothing but good things to say!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, dear friend… There's nothing bad to say about the Jeffersonian. You might have more luck with some of the other guys at the diner, but I supremely doubt the fact that anyone would have to say anything negative about it."

Great… Just what I need… Can't someone break this image of perfection?! The more he heard, the angrier he became at the fact that he hasn't been able to interact with these "Angels" that he's heard so much about.

" Oh well, a slice of pie at the dinner is enough to turn any frown upside down." He though to himself and continued walking with his oddly optimistic friend in tow.

A/N So, Chapter One is done! Let me know what you think! Please rate, comment, favorite it... you know! The works!