A/N: I came up with this idea one night, while lying sick in bed. I am never one who can be bored, but I was so sick that all I did was lay there for 3 days and stare at the ceiling, when I wasn't sleeping. Then one night… this idea came and I knew you guys would love it… so despite my sickness and vomiting I made the effort to create this FF for you.

Enjoy!

As she ran a finger across the open wound of her cheek, she winced. In the mirror, the reflection that Temperance Brennan saw looking back at her was more than horrifying. But she knew more than anyone, as a forensic anthropologist, that when it came to human body tissue, looks could be deceiving. Her cheek bones were bruised, blemishes of deep purple surrounded the tissue, blood still oozed slightly from the large gash on her cheek that ran from her jawline to the top of her cheek bone. It almost looked painted on.

As she reached for the Aloe Vera, with caution, she dabbed the affected area with a cotton ball. It had been an old remedy that Egyptians had had carved on stone. Brennan then applied some antiseptic to the open wound, but not without flinching, before she dared to apply enough make-up to cover her damaged appearance.

She was due back at the Jeffersonian in 30 minutes.

Traffic was heavy, as she drove towards the Lab, eager to put her mind back into her work. She seemed to be caught at every red light, which only amused her. Why was it that when one was running late, all odds were against them and traffic was endless, but when time was unlimited, traffic was a breeze. Another one of the many ironies of the world, she imagined.

In the lab, she was instantly approached by Cam, whose mouth gapped open in horror at the sight of her co-worker. "What- how… er, are you alright Dr. Brennan?" she mumbled.

"Yes, Dr. Saroyan, I'm fine. I'd like to get to work if that's alright…" Brennan said moving towards her office.

"Of- of course," she responded. "Yeah, work… work is good."

Brennan didn't respond, and wondered into her office to pull up a file on the computer. She thought nothing of the way others might perceive her appearance, and dismissed Cam's shock as nothing more than surprise.

Sweets poked his head around the corner, and his eyes widened in surprise. Cam had told him that Brennan had walked in with her face cut up, and he had to see for himself. "Hi, Dr. Brennan."

"Hello, Sweets," she responded barely looking up from the computer desk.

"What er… what happened to you?" he asked.

She looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm working sweets. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Er, no, not really… I just-"

"Good. Then excuse me," she said bluntly returning her attention to the subject at hand.

Brennan was able to work silently for half an hour, before she was interrupted again. This time it was Angela who barged into her office, hands on her hips and a look of concern on her face. Once she saw Brennan the expression changed to panic and her hand cupped her mouth as she gasped in horror.

"Oh my God, Sweetie what happened to you?" she demanded.

"It's a flesh wound, it's nothing," she said shrugging it off.

"Bren," Angela pressed. "Your face is mangled, and Cam and Sweets said you-"

"I'm fine, Angela."

"How can you say that?" she insisted. "Have you seen your face?"

"Yes, I have… and it's not as bad as it looks."

"What happened?"

"I nearly killed her, is what happened!" a voice stated from the doorway.

Angela turned to see Booth leaning against the door frame, his shoulders slumped and a look of utter desolation across his face.

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