A/N: You should like this one, trust me the name is very suitable. Lots of action and you know me, I love awkward moments. You might want to read 2x6 before this, but if you can't be bothered just read this. Please enjoy and review!
"Morning" Booth said to Brennan as he opened the door. He had dark rings round his eyes and he was only wearing a pair of trousers. "What are you doing here?" he asked as she stepped past him "Meeting you. Like you told me to."
"Oh, sorry" he apologised "You want a coffee or something?"
"Sure, thanks" she sat on his sofa, looking at pictures of Booth and his son, Parker on the fireplace, she smiled but her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Who was it?" Brennan gave Booth a cynical look as Trinity walked in wearing one of his shirts, but Trinity was unaware that Brennan was even in the room. "Morning" she greeted the female agent, but there was just an awkward silence as she looked from Brennan to Booth. Trinity bit her lip before saying, "I'll leave you to it," and walking back out of the room. Brennan glared at Booth. "Go on then" he told her "What?"
"Tell me that I'm being stupid and it's going to turn out how it did last time" he said putting his head in his hands and sitting next to her. "Well, that pretty much said it" she replied with a half smile; she stood to face him "I'd advise wearing a shirt to work".
After picking Hodgins up, Booth drove him, Trinity and Brennan to their new crime scene. "So, why do you need me?" Hodgins asked. "There may be more than one victim" said Booth. "And how is that my area?" Booth was starting to get annoyed now "There's lots of dust"
"Good enough for me" The silence returned until Booth switched on the radio and Promiscuous started playing. Brennan couldn't help laughing as he rushed to turn it off. "Is someone going to tell me what's going on?" Hodgins said; the others sat waiting for each other to answer. "Nothing" Booth replied parking his SUV outside a three storey house. Police surrounded the area and a young girl sat in the middle of them all, crying and talking to an FBI agent. They got out of the car and headed towards the police line, where Booth flashed his badge "Special Agent Kim Anderson" he said approaching the agent, "this is Special Agent Trinity Ellis, Dr Temperance Brennan and Dr Jack Hodgins". They each shook hands with Kim and she lead them up to the top floor. She was about the same height as Trinity with long, dark mahogany hair and pale skin. "This is the place" she said in a strong Irish accent, they looked round a corner to a closet full of bones. Automatically, Brennan pulled on a pair of gloves and picked up a skull, "These bones have been here a while" she explained. "Bones, I'm not an expert, but generally that's what dust means" Booth remarked. "Male, early thirties, clear signs of bleeding on the coronal sutures" she picked up another skull, "Female, mid-seventies, the blood is spread in the same pattern, we're looking at a serial killer"
"Whoa, slow down there Bones" Booth said. "She can tell all that from two skulls?" Kim asked from behind the door. "Well that's just the basics" Brennan added "When we get these to the Jeffersonian I can tell you the exact weapon, the height and weight of the attacker, et cetera". Trinity was even surprised that she could do this so early on in the investigation, but she didn't want to interfere. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Hodgins smiling at Kim the same way he looked at her when she first arrived. "Me and Elle will need to question the girl" Booth said, without noticing the look of anger on Brennan's face.
Brennan stood in the Jeffersonian with several skulls lined up on the table. "Hi," Trinity said walking up behind her "Listen, I'm sorry." The scientist straightened up and Trinity a puzzled look "What for?" she asked squeezing past. "For this morning. I know you like him, he couldn't resist though."
"You never give up, do you?"
"No" Trinity answered with a sadistic smile, but Brennan was too busy too notice. "You weren't sorry any way"
"Nah, you're right. But I did warn you."
"Well, anthropologically speaking…"
"Anthologically speaking, I don't care!"
"It's anthropologically, anthologically isn't even a word."
"Did you not hear me when I said, I don't care?" Brennan turned to face her and stood up, so that she towered over her. She looked as if she was going to blow "I think the only reason you came here was to make Booth miserable all over again" Trinity stayed silent. "Do you have any idea the mess you made when you left him?"
"It wasn't just my idea" the agent replied in a still tone, but she could see Brennan genuinely cared about Booth. She was about to walk away when the scientist slapped her so hard she nearly fell to the floor. "You just don't get it do you?" she asked as Trinity tried to recover from the shock. After a small scrap, Hodgins managed to separate them.