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Just a short intro. We'll see where this goes.

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Temperance Brennan sat at her desk typing the 3rd chapter of her new book. It was set in New Orleans right after Katrina. She thought she'd weave in some details from the case she and Booth solved down there, when Graham had been killed by the Voodoo priest. Voodoo was something mysterious that readers were always drawn to. At the moment it was called Bone in the Bayou, but she wasn't too happy with the title. She was trying to figure out how the body should be found when her computer told her that a new email message had arrived.

It was a message from Facebook. She was never on the site, but Angela had convinced her to join as a way to keep in touch with her brother's step-daughters. They both had pages despite the fact that they were just in middle school. Some friends from college and graduate school had found her, as well as a couple of people from the foster care system that she hadn't spoken to in ages.

This message was from someone she'd never heard of. His name was Holden Moore. The message was a bit confusing. "Hi, do I know you? Facebook keeps suggesting that you're a friend of mine." Temperance stared at it for a second, than clicked on the person's page to see if it really was someone she knew. He belonged to a couple of forensic anthropology groups, one from her graduate school, and he had a couple of her grad school colleagues as his friends. She typed back a quick note. "I think Facebook just does that, they suggest people as your friends if you have friends in common. Did we go to Northwestern together?"

Temperance felt a little weird about responding, but maybe this person was a grad school contemporary she had just forgotten. After all, she was quite preoccupied with her studies while she was there. There could definitely have been another student in her department who she never realized was a member of her class. At that moment Booth came gliding through the door and plopped himself down on her couch.

"What's up Bones?"

"Not much, just trying to work out the details of my latest book."

"Is this one dedicated to me as well?"

Brennan shot him a look that said if you ask you'll get nothing more dedicated to you ever.

"What are you doing here Booth? Do we have a case?"

"No, dry season for murder apparently, I just came to see what you were up to. Thought maybe you'd want to grab some dinner? Hop Lee's maybe?"

Brennan's smile softened and she agreed to the dinner with her partner. Just as she was grabbing her jacket to go out another email popped up on her computer.

"Hold on a moment Booth, I just have to read this email."

"Sure no problem. I'll just sit over here and starve," he said as he flashed her an ever charming smile.

Brennan opened the email. Another from this Holden Moore fellow through Facebook. "Sorry, no we didn't go to graduate school together. I'm trying to get into Forensic Anthropology so I thought I'd join a couple of grad school websites to talk to some current and former students about the field. I'm from Chicago so I joined the Northwestern site. Do you think I could ask you some questions about the field, Northwestern, and the graduate school associated with the Jeffersonian? My goal in life is to help give the families of these nameless bodies some answers, to bring justice to people who have been wronged."

With this email came another requesting to be friends with her. Usually she was cautious about who she let into her life, but as a professor of forensic anthropology she felt an obligation to keep the field going and to steer future colleagues in the right direction. Plus he seemed to be passionate about getting into the field.

"Come on Bones, what's taking you so long?"

"Calm down Booth, just a second, you're a large man, it would take you over a week without food and water to starve to death."

Brennan quickly okayed the friend request and typed back a pleasant note. "Sure, no problem, let me know how I can help."

With that she and Booth were out the door and on their way to dinner.