Author Note: This is my second time around the block. I don't usually write fanfiction, but that one was inspired. So I decided to go for it, Please Read and Review. I'd love any feed back!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story nor do I own BONES. Etc.

Chapter 1: Awkward Beginnings

Agent Booth had just arrived at a park in Bethesda. The local police department reported that a skeleton was discovered during the construction of a new Gazebo in the large, family friendly park. It wasn't looking to family friendly to Booth. After waiting around for a while, Agent Booth's phone rang. It was Dr. Brennan.

"Hello? Bones, are you there?" Booth said into the phone. He aksed her to meet him at the crime scene half an hour ago.

"Yes. Booth, I can't make it there. I am sicker than a dog..." He smiled at he effort to use the fun simile.

"What am I supposed to do then?"

Brennan sighed then replied, "I have an old friend from college in town. She wants to see the lab and assist in a case. I guess this is the perfect opportunity. Although, she won't be assisting, she'll simply be doing." Booth looked at his shoes and frowned.

"Okay, Bones. Feel better. Is this girl on her way?"

"Yes, she said she was leaving immediate--" She paused abruptly and Booth heard a heaving sound in the background, then a beep indicating that she had hung up.

A few moments later, a women in a black trail blazer pulled up and slid smoothly out of the car. She was breath taking. Booth's jaw dropped as she walked towards him. When Brennan said that an old college friend was coming, he expected a squint with glasses and a blue jumpsuit on. This woman was the exact opposite. She was tall and slender with long blond hair tied back in a pony tail. She was wearing black coveralls with a belt strategically placed barely above her hips just around her waist. Beauty was not at all what Agent Booth had expected.

"Agent Booth?" She said as she approached. "I'm a friend of Dr. Brennan's. She sent me here in her place. She said she could have sent one of the students, but she saw this as a wonderful opportunity for me. My name is Brianne Lawson." She reach for Booth's hand and shook it firmly.

"It's nice to meet you Dr. Lawson. Any friend of Dr. Brennan's is a friend of mine. Shall we proceed to the crime scene?" Booth lead the way through all of the by-standers and the stopped at the small construction site. The bones were found barely beneath the sod. "When the workers were digging there to start on the foundation, they found this skeleton." Booth continued as the bones came into view. Dr. Lawson knelt down and started speaking into a small voice recording just like Brennan always did.

"Female, indicated by the pelvic angle. Aged, 30-35 years. The zygomatic arch indicates that the victim was likely Hispanic. There's nearly no tissue left. It's likely that these bones have not been here long; possibly moved to this location after a while." It surprised Booth how she spoke. When Brennan talked, he needed subtitles, but Dr. Lawson used layman's terms that he understood fully. "I'd say we should get this skeleton back to the Jeffersonian and try to find out where this woman was buried before she got to this lovely park." Brianne put her hands on her hips and sighed.

"Okay, sounds good to me." Booth told the other FBI guys what they should do as he headed back to his car. "You can meet me at the Jeffersonian where you can meet the rest of the team."

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When Booth arrived at the Jeffersonian, he sat in his SUV for a few minutes. He needed to give himself a minute to process things. Bones was sick and she had sent a beautiful, intelligent woman, much like herself but less socially challenged, in her place. Booth had already started to feel something for this young woman. And he didn't like it. It was strange, ever since he had awakened from his coma, whenever a woman who was a wonderful candidate for a relationship, and even possibly marriage, Booth just didn't like the idea of it. He always made a huge list of all of the woman's flaws in his head simply so he could justify not wanting to date them seriously. It was so very odd for Booth to feel this way, but he wasn't as bothered by it as he should have been...

Booth finally felt ready to face Dr. Lawson. He stepped out of his car and strutted to the entrance of the Jeffersonian just like he always did. When he got inside, everyone was already shaking hands and getting to know the woman that had so randomly become a part of the team.

"Hey, Booth, why did you tell us you were recruiting new ladies?!" Hodgins said softly when he stepped onto the platform. The agent rolled his eyes and looked over the rest of the group. They all seemed to be just as entranced by Brianne as the Booth had been when he was first introduced to her. Angela smiled at her with an approval that most women didn't get from her. Cam wasn't making snippy remarks, and Hodgins, well he was just being his flirty self, like always.

"We really should get to work," Booth said impatiently. It was clear to everyone but Booth why he was so hot and bothered that Brennan wasn't around to whip everyone into shape. All the squints began working right away. Hodgins was sifting through all the dirt that had been found around the body. Angela was working on recreating the face which was once covering the bones of the skull. Wendel Was busy with something. He always was, but Booth never really knew. All he could tell, was that Angela and Wendel were working awfully close together. Booth was pretty certain a deck of playing cards would fit between their bodies. Cam didn't really have much to do with there not being any tissue left to work with, so she simply hovered of Brianne while she inspected the skeleton. Booth stopped listening to what everyone was saying after about ten minutes. With Brennan home sick in bed, all he really cared about was making her better. He looked around the room and saw that everyone had a something to do. It was likely they wouldn't even notice that he had left. He slipped out of the lab and ran to get some ingredients to make his Bones some chicken soup.

Meanwhile, everything in the lab was pretty crazy. They weren't so much concerned about the case at hand as they were about the new woman who just traipsed into the lab. Angela had looked her up and down the moment she walked in and knew that something crazy was about to take place. A huge tip off was that Booth took so long to get her. She arrived ten full minutes before he did. He was obviously putting off gong inside because he knew that he'd have to lay eyes on this beautiful woman for an extended amount of time. Everyone but Booth had noticed that he had stopped dating after his coma. He thought that going out to dinner with one woman and never seeing her again was dating. It's not. Angela could tell that something was different, especially between him and Dr. Brennan. She wasn't sure what it was yet, but she was more than determined to find out.

"Brianne," Angela chimed, "how old are you? If you don't mind my asking."

"Oh i don't mind. I'm 37." Angela's jaw dropped. She looked fantastic for 37.

"Wow. You look amazing. I was guessing 26."

"I'm flattered Ms. Montenegro, but you don't have to lie for my sake!" She laughed a little and it was so enchanting. Everyone in the lab smiled.

"Oh, I do not lie." The other team members looked around at each other and agreed in silence. "Tell us a little bit about yourself." They had all sort of stopped working and were lounging on the platform.

"Well, I grew up in Michigan and I moved to Utah when I was 16. I liked it there, but too many Mormons. I mean, I am one, but hey, I'm enough for me. Moved from there to go to college where I met Temperance. We were pretty good friend up until she kicked my butt at everything. Believe it or not, she wrote this essay that won a contest that we both entered, and I didn't talk to her for a month. I was kind of a silly kid. But I grew up, moved back to Utah and met the love of my life. He died two weeks before we were to be married. And that brings us up to date." Everyone looked back and forth between each other. None of that story was what they were expecting.

"Your a Mormon? Really? A Mormon Forensic Anthropologist who is friends with the most atheist person any of us know?" Hodgins was the one that piped up and said what everyone else was thinking. It surprised Brianne that they didn't ask about her fiance.

"Yep." She flashed a ring at us that said CTR. She looked at the each team member and just laughed. "This is going to be an adventure.

Whoa, this is like the second Fic I've ever written and I don't feel too bad about this. It'd be great if I can get some feed back. I'm not quite sure where I'm going to take this, but I have some ideas, and I have a feeling, it's going to end well. : ) or not. You know, we'll see. Thanks so much for reading!

Katie