OK so I have never written a fanfic before, and am nervous. Please tell me if you like it, and how I should continue it next.
The story starts as it always does, boy meets girl. In this case the first encounter was at the Jeffersonian in Washington D.C. Temperance Brennan, my friend and a forensic anthropologist had just asked me to come do a facial reconstruction for one of her victims in a murder investigation. Of course I was super freaked out by seeing the skull of the dead girl, but seeing as it paid lots more than painting people on the streets I was in. Finally I could start saving to go back to Paris.
I was amused when I first met Jack Hodgins. He had a huge sandy Afro, stubble, strong muscular build and piercing blue eyes. When I first saw him he was snapping the blue rubber band around his wrist and arguing with Zack.
"This is Angela Montenegro," Brennan called
Hodgins turned, annoyed, and then immediately began to smile. He walked off the platform and shook hands, "Jack Hodgins, pleased to meet you." He said in a friendly way.
He was strong. I could clearly see his biceps through the blue lab coat. He was about half an inch shorter than me, and had a sort of cocky essence about him, which I though was kind of cute. Was he dating material though? No not really I concluded, just another nerd. I felt bad, but couldn't help judging him. It was an instinct I probably pick up in high school.
After the facial reconstruction was done, I was happy yet oddly remorse about leaving the Jeffersonian. Over the past few days I had gotten to know Brennan, Booth, Zack and Hodgins better and I have to say they weren't that bad of company. Booth was hot, and sure the rest of them could be odd at times, but they had become my friends. So I was sad to ask Brennan for my paycheck and to leave.
I stopped her as she sped down the hallway. Zack, Hodgins and I all came up to her at once. She looked like she was hung over, and had her sunglasses on. As we started to explain the evidence we had complied she said flatly, "We got fired."
"What?" We all chorused.
"Is this because you slept with Booth?" I asked appalled
"What?" She questioned. "I never slept with Booth, I got us fired because I punched a judge in the schnoz."
"Now I'm never going to make it to Paris," I said
"Angela," Brennan replied, "I can offer you steady employment recreating ancient remains, and tombs, and digs."
"Really?" I questioned, surprised yet happy.
"You know I've always wanted to go to Paris with an artist," Hodgins said to me.
I rolled my eyes and smirked. Men.