I DO NOT OWN BONES

Hi people! this is my first fanfic EVER. It might not be the best but please, please comment. Suggestions will be a big help. I plan for this fic to be 6 chapters long Brennan, Booth,Angela, Hogins, Cam, then Sweets. Some might be longer than others. Read and comment :) I will try to update a couple times a day...

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Brennan

No matter how much I try to compartmentalize, I cannot stop my personal thoughts and feelings to affect my work. All this started when I was at the dig in Maluku and got an urgent letter from Cam stating that she need the team to regroup to help her solve a case to get her out of "political fire." Apparently, Cam does not trust the replacement team for they are incompetent. I am disappointed that I had to depart from the dig early, but most of the research and conclusions were drawn and there was only paperwork and inspections left and I will still be recognized by the Board of Anthropology. However, I feel that my loyalty to Cam and the team has a higher priority than another sabbatical.

Since it had only been six months since my departure from D.C., Booth and I still decided to meet at the coffee cart. It felt very strange seeing him again. And, from what Booth has taught me about observing the nature of people and situations, he was feeling the same way. The encounter was, as I think Booth would describe it as; awkward. After a few days, things became more comfortable between the team. Although, I feel that everyone has changed and might never be quite the same again. Even though everyone has changed, I feel that everyone is more eager to work and the team is more efficient. Maybe I feel that way because I found that Daisy has the work ethic of a 5th grader. I was also pleased that Cam had requested that Wendell assist us on this case for the reason that he is socially more comfortable with the team than any other intern.

Recently, Booth has told me that he has a significant other. Apparently, they have been seeing each other since he was in Afghanistan. She was a journalist embedded in his unit. She is known as Hannah. I met her of late and she seems to be of Booth's "type": of average height and blonde. I have no idea why but I feel a sense of disappointment towards Booth for developing a significant other and bringing her back to D.C. to try to start a serious relationship in true society. Moreover, I feel a sense of anger towards Hannah. She has begun to ask me about Booth and what kind of gifts to give him. I think that she is trying to forge a social contract with Booth. I do not really think that she is a "keeper" as Angela would say, although Booth obviously thinks so. I know that none of these feelings are rational; disappointment, anger, annoyance, for the reason that Hannah has never done me wrong. Not only are these feelings irrational because Hannah seems like a decent person, but because all feelings are irrational. Just a release of chemicals in my brain. To me, it feels like the longer I know Booth, the more I begin to believe that feelings are slightly rational. However, I still do not completely believe that because they are causing me so much trouble in my personal life, as well as my professional life. This afternoon, when I was at the crime scene collecting my preliminary finds about the body, Hannah called Booth on his cell phone and his eyes metaphorically lit up. After that, I could no longer put my full attention towards the body and my work and instead, began to think about Booth.

Since he woke up from his coma, I realized that I our relationship change. Whenever I see him I begin to get nervous and my stomach begins to have a tingling sensation. Yes, it is extremely irrational, but I seem to have no control over it. When we were exchanging outside the Hoover, he said that he wanted to begin a romantic relationship. I knew that I wanted to. But, I do not want to hurt him. And I do not want to be hurt. While I was on my sabbatical, I began to wonder what would have happened if I had agreed with him. Again, irrational, knowing that I rejected his offering.

Okay. Stop Brennan. There is a killer out there. Possibly a serial killer. You need to get your head metaphorically on straight as Booth would say. Where is he right now anyways? I seriously need to talk to him. STOP. No. Work. I need to catch this killer. My personal mental challenges can wait. They always do.

So that was my first chapter to my first Fanfic. YAY! Like it? Hate it? PLEASE COMMENT... any ideas for any characters?