Bones: Return of Pelant

Angela's POV: Still not sure how I felt about a child working with us. I mean sure Finn had been a child compared to us but had technically been an adult. This was different though. A seven year old girl, same age as Christine and Michael Vincent working with corpses. She was good though. A forensic anthropologist prodigy. By Breenans own admission Maya would probably surpass her skill by the time she was 17. Still ...

Sweets: Angela?

Angela: Owe hey Sweets.

Sweets: Watching Maya work again i see. Look I know you have some hang ups over this but my diagnosis shows Maya working here will have no negative psychological effects.

Angela: Sweets she is 14. Not to mention the product of abuse.

Sweets: I know and working here, as unorthodox as it may seem is one of the few things that actually keeps that little girl intact. She has not had many people praise her when she does a good job and that, coupled with the fact that she understands she is helping to catch bad people keeps her stable.

Angela: I still don't know that I agree with that. I am happy that you at least let her attend school with kids her own age though. Michael Vincent and Christine love her.

Sweets: Well in addition to working here social interaction skills naturally gained in grade school is important to her stability despite her vast intelligence.

Maya: You know just because I am small does not mean my ears don't pick up sound like yours. In other words I can hear you.

Sweets: uhhh...

Maya: Can you tell Dr. B that I found an odd pattern of lacerations on the victims metacarpals. Not sure what to make of them but she might. Now if you'll excuse me I have a field trip:

Maya's POV

I understand Ms. Montanegro's concerns about me working here. I'd wish that she'd stop looking at me like some fragile lost kitten though. Her looks seems to suggest an expectation of weakness. Weakness is not in my nature though. My brother taught me that. A penny for your thoughts and pity for your weakness. Our unofficial family motto and inside joke. Not many people would assume a couple of black youths were the last direct descendants if Abrahamn Lincoln.

Daisy: Miss Coln how are you today. My you look pretty today.

Maya:( I swear this lady is so extra, don't get me wrong she's nice but could tone it down some. I guess it is easier to hide her tragedy under a smile.)

Maya: Hello Mrs. Sweets, I am just looking for Cam, field trip and she is chaperoning.

Daisy: Oh where...

Maya: Sorry can't talk in a rush Mrs. Sweets. Lance is on the platform.

Bones: Hello Mrs Sweets, have you become disillusioned with your domestic house wife status and come here to ask for your job back?

Daisy: Uhhh no, just came for my lunch date with Lancelot.

Bones: Ohhh... Well if you ever do don't hesitate to call me.

Daisy: Thank you Dr. Breenan but I am happy where I am.

Bones: I find that quite difficult to believe. Though not fully developed you suffered the loss of a child and I can only assume...

Daisy: Where is Lance!...Maya mentioned he was up here

Bones: Right...sorry. He was, he and Angela are in her office looking over some pictures from the victims loft.

Daisy: Ok I'll wait. Maya mentioned a field trip. Are you not going with Christine?

Bones: No I went on the last one, Booth and I alternate as do Hodgins and Angela. He'll be there as well. That's interesting.

Daisy: What is?

Bones: Ms Coln found some patterned lacerations on the victims metacarpals before she left. They seem very familiar like...oh no.

Daisy: What is it? What's wrong?

Bones: I recognize these markings as the same ones found on the victim we found you with last year suggesting...

Daisy: Meaning Pelant is back