General notes for the entire series:

This is a bit of a challenge to myself.

I'm planning to write at least one one-shot for each episode, with each one-shot having it's own chapter and each season having it's own story. I'm not making any promises about word count/content/update speed/etc. I'm going to post them in order. I'll try to be clear about where things fit in. I plan to stay away from things that are over-written (i.e. you probably won't be seeing a note from Brennan to Booth when I get to Aliens in a Spaceship). If you have any neglected scenes that you feel deserve a little attention, drop me a line and point me in the right direction.

I'm operating on the assumption that Booth and Bones have only worked one case together before the pilot episode.

I've tried my best to no give away anything learned in later episodes without it coming directly from the person it is about. (i.e. In the first installment Booth mentions his son, but the audience doesn't learn about him until episode 1:09. Since it comes directly from Booth, I allow it.)

If something I write falls outside of cannon (if this happens it will most likely be a time discrepancy. I'm not going to be writing anything remotely resembling AU.) I will make note of it. If I screw something up and don't note it, please let me know. I'm trying to hold this as close to cannon as possible.

1:01 - Pilot

Misguided Intentions

"Just go, Angela. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. It's not first time that this has happened to me. There's really no reason for you to wait around until they get this straightened out. I'll just catch a cab."

"Alright. Call me when you get home."

Brennan shook her head. "I'll be by the lab."

"Go home and get some rest."

"You know that I've got a lot of work to do."

Angela rolled her eyes, knowing better than to argue. "Fine sweetie. I'll see you later." She made her way out of the airport quickly, hoping to avoid paying for a third hour of parking, when the man holding the door open for her spoke.

"How mad is she?"

"Excuse me?" Angela asked, turning to face the man. "Oh! Agent Booth."

"Yeah."

"Wait. You staged this?"

He did not commit to an answer. "How mad is Bones?"

"She beat up a Homeland Security agent."

"Ouch. Was it Agent Franklin?"

"Is Franklin a big man who is dumb enough to think that he could take her bag without consequences?"

"No. Oh, no… Was he a black guy?"

"Yeah."

"She got the upper hand on Gibson!? He and I used to bowl together. I am never going to hear the end of this!"

"I even got a few hits in," Angela laughed. "After working one case with her, you should have known better."

"I had to do something. She won't return my calls."

"She's been in Guatemala."

"The guy who has been answering her calls…"

"Zack," Angela supplied.

"Yeah. He says she instructed him to tell me that she is out of the office whenever I call whether she really is or not," he said, looking put out.

"Of course she did." Angela took pity on the agent and walked to a bench just outside the door. "It's nothing personal, or at least no more personal than it ever is with Brennan."

"I'm not sure I follow you."

"You're going to work with her again?"

He nodded and took a seat beside her. "Someone found a body in Arlington."

"And after this case?"

"I was appointed liaison to the Jeffersonian. I think they took it as a good sign that I'm the only agent so far that she hasn't injured."

"Oh, it's a very good sign," Angela confirmed.

There was an uncomfortable pause before he spoke again. "You two are friends, right?"

"The best of," she verified with a nod.

"Can you help me out? I mean, I'm used to other agents, but I don't know how to handle her and the other squints. The bureau is breathing down my neck. They say that I don't exactly play well with others and if I don't make this arrangement work, they're talking about transferring me."

"Where?"

"Somewhere my son isn't."

Angela nodded thoughtfully, "What you're planning here will blow up in your face."

"Meaning?"

"Knight in shining armor rescuing the distressed damsel: It's not the sort of gesture she'll appreciate."

"Alright…" Booth said, not bothering to argue his motives. He recognized that the woman sitting beside him on the bench could read people as well as he could, maybe better.

"Don't try to 'handle' her, or any of us for that matter. Show her some respect. Treat her as an equal. Give her room to work. Don't talk down on what she does because she is the best that there is at it. If you're at the lab, keep your distance from the equipment, that's how the last agent got his wrist broken."

"Anything else."

"Don't forget we're human."

"Of course you are," he said, slightly confused.

Angela gave him a calculating look, "Agent Booth, I'm an artist. I know how cold they all seem, but they're not. Brennan especially. There are a lot of things that she carries around; a lot of baggage. She's got a very tough exterior, but underneath it all she's just as insecure as the rest of us, maybe more so. Her life has been far from easy. She doesn't trust anyone. I'm not even always sure that she trusts me."

He nodded slowly, absorbing Angela's words and tucking them away for future reference.

"Do not insult her. Don't lie to her. Don't break promises. Don't disappear for weeks at a time without telling her, case or no case. Be patient with her. And whatever you do, don't hurt her."

"This is starting to sound like relationship advice," he said with an awkward chuckle

"I've known her longer than anyone else who is still in her life. If you want her to trust you, you'll listen to me. And if you want to be able to work with her, she'll have to trust you explicitly," she said, standing and starting toward the parking garage. After a few steps, she paused and turned back. "And Booth?"

"Yes?"

"No matter how much she protests, don't quit calling her Bones."

He smiled. "She hates it."

"She does for now," Angela agreed. She studied the man intensely for a few moments. "If you don't screw this up you're going to be good for her. Very, very good for her."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not sure yet," she admitted, turning on her heel and walking without a backward glance to her car.