A Day in the Life FanFic Challenge: This is a Bonesology fanfic challenge story. It centers on a minor character and portrays a day in their life that shows us a behind the scenes day at the Lab, the FBI . . . anywhere our heroes will be.

A/N: I'm sure this isn't exactly what Bonesology was counting on, but I hope you find it amusing anyway.

I don't own Bones, not even a smidgen.

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Vincent Nigel Murray stood on the platform and watched his mentor moving her index finger slowly over the cracked sternum of their latest victim. It was obvious to anyone that looked closely that the victim had received a devastating blow to the sternum. "According to the FBI, in 2010 728 people were killed in the United States when they were hit by an opponent's feet or hands. Blunt objects killed 549 people. Of course firearms killed 8,583 people."

He leaned closer and observed the star pattern on the bone. "I believe you've found cause of death, Dr. Brennan."

Carefully placing the bone down on the table, Brennan nodded her head and made a note on a sheet of paper attached to a clipboard. Removing her latex gloves, she turned to face Cam. "The victim received a hard blow to the sternum that caused his death. I believe the hammer that was found at the crime scene next to the body was probably the murder weapon. Dr. Hodgins is checking it for particulates right now to make sure."

Satisfied, Cam smiled at her anthropologist. "Well that's good. Booth was certain he knew what had happened, but he said he needed proof before he brought the contractor in."

Tossing her gloves in to the recycle bin, Brennan walked over towards the staircase. "I'll call Booth and let him know."

After she was gone, Vincent moved closer to the table and stared at the other bones. "The broken radius and ulna were probably very painful too, but a cracked sternum . . . a terrible way to die."

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Sitting on the floor of the catwalk with his feet dangling in the air, Vincent looked down and watched his friend Daisy slowly collecting the bones of the victim and placing them in a box. She had a lot of nervous energy, but Vincent had always admired how slow and steady she could be when she handled bones. She had once told him that she'd mishandled a skull and it had shattered in her hands. From that point on, she always moved with extreme caution while holding bones. Vincent had used her experience and also was careful when he held bones too. It would be very embarrassing to cause the destruction of a bone especially with Dr. Brennan in the vicinity.

A throat clearing near him caused Vincent to turn his head. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Hoover or . . . I don't know . . . with Agent Booth?"

As he leaned against the railing on the catwalk, Sweets shifted his feet and debated whether or not to sit on the floor. "I thought I'd come by and check on Daisy and see what everyone was doing."

"Did you know that the daisy symbolizes innocence and purity?" The intern glanced at Daisy and smiled. "The flower also symbolizes new beginnings."

Sweets watched as Daisy closed the box, picked it up and carried it with her as she left the platform. "Yeah . . . I wish I could talk to her." Pushing off from the railing, he moved closer to Vincent and sat on the floor next to him, swinging his legs out into the void. "Did you learn anything new today?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Vincent considered his answer before speaking. "Dr. Brennan is going to have a baby."

Shocked, Sweets looked down below, but didn't spy the object of their conversation. "How do you know?"

With a faint blush on his cheeks, Vincent gave Sweets a sweet smile. "I was eavesdropping earlier this morning. I heard Dr. Brennan talking on the phone to Agent Booth and she mentioned that she needs to go the pharmacy this evening and buy some prenatal vitamins. She seems very happy about it."

Not sure what he thought of it just yet, Sweets leaned his chin on the railing. "Gosh . . . a baby . . . I thought they'd only have one child . . . They're so busy and . . . but they do love children and they're great parents . . . you know what? I'm happy for them. They deserve to have a bigger family."

Slowly nodding his head, Vincent spotted Brennan in the hallway moving towards Angela's office. "I don't think they've told anyone about it yet though."

Not surprised in the least, Sweets observed Hodgins move up onto the platform and over to the table that contained a tray that held a hammer and a crow bar. "They'll probably wait for a few weeks to make sure her pregnancy is okay . . . Vincent, why are you still here?"

Resting his arms on the railing before him, Vincent rested his chin on his arms. "I don't know . . . I like it here . . . Everyone is so nice and I get to learn new things watching everyone work . . . I told Agent Booth I didn't want to leave and I meant it. I like it here."

Sweets placed his hand on the intern's shoulder. "Vincent . . . you don't belong here. You need to move on."

Irritated, Vincent shrugged the psychologist's hand off his shoulder. "And you do?"

Filled with sadness, Sweets watched Hodgins carry the tray across the platform and down the stairs. "Probably not, but I never even got to hold my son . . . I . . . I'm just staying for a while. I want to make sure Daisy and Little Seeley are okay before I move on. You don't have any family here to keep you. Your mother is England and well . . . if you were here for family reasons you'd be over there not here . . . you're just being stubborn. Go ahead and move on . . . Aren't you curious about what comes next?"

Vincent sighed. "Yes I am, but . . . but there is so much more I can learn here too . . . I don't know . . . I may stay for a while longer, maybe wait until Dr. Brennan has her next baby . . . I'd like to know if it's a boy or a girl . . ."

"You're just making up excuses." Sweets stared at the empty platform below. "And so am I."

Amused, Vincent chuckled. "I know what our problem is."

Surprised, Sweets turned to face the intern. "I'm game . . . what do you think our problem is?"

His hand over his mouth, Vincent giggled. "We're embarrassed that we found out there is an afterlife. I was an atheist and so were you . . . its very funny and very embarrassing."

Slowly nodding his head, Sweets smiled. "Yeah . . . maybe . . . still we'll have to move on someday."

"I know." Vincent noticed Cam move up the stairs of the catwalk towards the break room. "But not right now. Dr. Saroyan is reading a new novel and I've been reading it over her shoulder." Pleased to see that she had the book with her, Vincent stood up. "I can't leave until she finishes the book. It's a disgusting love story, but I need to find out if Lady Karen marries Sir Kyle or if she's as stupid as I think she is and marries the Duke of Cumberland. He's such a gormless naff."

Sweets laughed. "You're too much Vincent." After Vincent left, Sweets turned his gaze towards the hall below the platform and noticed Booth approaching Dr. Brennan's office. "I told you the world is a lot better than you think it is, Booth."

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A/N: I wrote a second story for this challenge and it will line up with more of the spririt of the challenge. (See what I did there?) I will probably post it next week.