I know…I have two long-term fics going on right now, but I love my BoneYard Buddies, so I thought I'd tackle the 100 Themes Challenge put forth over there. It'll take me some time, but hopefully it'll be worth it.

Wish me luck. ;)

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1. Introduction

2. Love

3. Light

4. Dark

5. Seeking Solace

6. Break Away

7. Heaven

8. Innocence

9. Drive

10. Breathe Again

11. Memory

12. Insanity

13. Misfortune

14. Smile

15. Silence

16. Questioning

17. Blood

18. Rainbow

19. Gray

20. Fortitude

21. Vacation

22. Mother Nature

23. Cat

24. No Time

25. Trouble Lurking

26. Tears

27. Foreign

28. Sorrow

29. Happiness

30. Under the Rain

31. Flowers

32. Night

33. Expectations

34. Stars

35. Hold My Hand

36. Precious Treasure

37. Eyes

38. Abandoned

39. Dreams

40. Rated

41. Teamwork

42. Standing Still

43. Dying

44. Two Roads

45. Illusion

46. Family

47. Creation

48. Childhood

49. Stripes

50. Breaking the Rules

51. Sport

52. Deep in Thought

53. Keeping a Secret

54. Tower

55. Waiting

56. Danger Ahead

57. Sacrifice

58. Kick in the Head

59. No Way Out

60. Rejection

61. Fairy Tale

62. Magic

63. Do Not Disturb

64. Multitasking

65. Horror

66. Traps

67. Playing the Melody

68. Hero

69. Annoyance

70. 67% 71. Obsession

72. Mischief Managed

73. I Can't

74. Are You Challenging Me?

75. Mirror

76. Broken Pieces

77. Test

78. Drink

79. Starvation

80. Words

81. Pen and Paper

82. Can You Hear Me?

83. Heal

84. Out Cold

85. Spiral

86. Seeing Red

87. Food

88. Pain

89. Through the Fire

90. Triangle

91. Drowning

92. All That I Have

93. Give Up

94. Last Hope

95. Advertisement

96. In the Storm

97. Safety First

98. Puzzle

99. Solitude

100. Relaxation

Introduction

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth stared into the brightness of the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab with an unfamiliar feeling in his gut. The only thing he could compare it to was when he first stepped off the bus and into the unfamiliar territory of basic training when he'd joined the Army. But this was different...no one here was going to make him do 200 push ups in the driving rain at 2 in the morning while screaming hateful invectives in his ear about his mother. These were just Squints. No problem. But where the hell were they?

Dr. Temperance Brennan, world-renowned forensic anthropologist and best-selling fiction writer, stood in the shadows of her office at the Jeffersonian and contemplated the tall figure standing tentatively near the doors of the lab. The guard had called her to let her know that their new FBI liaison had arrived, so she had been on the look-out for the new victim...er, agent. As she had done with each previous offering, she studied him in repose before going forward to introduce herself. He was definitely handsome, well-dressed and seemed relatively well-groomed. No stubble on his face, no stains on his tie. He looked around the lab with a definite 'little boy lost' look that almost served to endear him to Brennan. She immediately shook off the feeling and stepped out of her office to put him out of his misery.

Booth watched as a woman in a blue lab coat started towards him. 'She's gorgeous', he thought. 'Can't be the scary Dr. Brennan. Looks too innocent.' When the woman stopped in front of him and offered him her hand, he was almost shell-shocked. Her coat clearly stated, "T. Brennan". As she introduced herself, he wondered how any of the other agents thought that this woman was the least bit scary. She was easily half his weight, and although she was only a few inches shorter than he, she was tiny. Small waist, small hands, thin arms. Yeah, not the ogre she was made out to be at all.

"Agent Booth. I am Dr. Temperance Brennan." she started, leveling her intense gaze directly into his eyes. "I trust that you have learned a thing or two from your colleagues at the Hoover and know when to keep your mouth shut, your hands off my evidence and your opinions to yourself?"

The force of her spiel almost knocked him backwards bodily. It appeared that looks could definitely be deceiving. He had already re-evaluated his first impression of Dr. Brennan and was mentally adjusting his mindset to meet her intensity.

"Dr. Brennan. It's an honor to meet you. I see that my colleagues were indeed correct in their assessment of you." Booth smiled, taking her hand momentarily before dropping it without warning.

Brennan was slightly taken aback by the quick handshake and the predatory smile Agent Booth displayed. 'I have no doubt that women fall at his feet when he unleashes that charm smile.' she thought. 'If he thinks it's going to work on me, he has another think coming.'

"Well, I'm sure that their opinions were colored by their bruised egos and the embarrassment of being run out of here with their tails between their legs. Lets hope that you don't have the same issues, Agent Booth."

Booth almost laughed at her incredibly accurate description of the agents who had tried to work with her before him. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about me, Dr. Brennan. I can handle whatever you dish out, and I think we can work together just fine."

Brennan regarded him carefully. "We'll see." She turned suddenly and began to lead him towards the platform. "Oh,', she added, turning to him again. "One more thing. You will refer to me as "Dr. Brennan" at all times. I despise nicknames."

"Anything you say, Bones. Anything you say."