yep I'm doing bones. Almost everything will be changed to more kid friendly. I will not change the actual bone and gore stuff, so if your squeamish I will include a disclaimer. Also most of the time it will be in the perspective of Yang but I will also include scenes from Yin's point of view. Finally each episode will be separated into two or more parts. Also I have decided on actors for my two main OCs:
Yang: Myself(even though I am not an actor)
Yin: Willow Sheilds
"Come on, you can do it." My sister encouraged as I worked on opening a door. I should probably explain a little bit about myself. My name is Yang, and the girl is my twin Yin. We're the only ones left in our family, but we were born with special powers. I won't tell you them since you'll see them later. But anyway let me give you our bio. I'm 14 and about 5'10 I have brown hair. My eyes are a bit different then normal, I have white pupils and the surrounding eye is black. It doesn't affect my sight though.
My sister has blonde hair and normal eyes with black pupils. She is a couple inches shorter than me. At the moment, we were trying to break out of FBI headquarters. I finally succeeded in opening the door, we snuck our way to the parking lot and hopped in the back of the nearest vehicle. Moments later we heard a voice, Special Agent Seeley Booth. He was a good friend of ours, because of him we became Christians. He pulled out onto the freeway and we popped up.
"Hey, Seal-man, where we heading?" I asked. He looked back momentarily before putting his attention back on the road.
"What? How the heck did you two get out?"
"They just don't make steel doors like they used to." Yin replied, to which I laughed.
"True that." Booth looked agitated.
"I'm going to pick up an old friend. She just got back from a trip." Yin and I looked at each other before chanting, "Boothy's got a girlfriend!" He tried to get us to settle down. He pulled into the airport and locked us in the car. Minutes later he came out with a brown haired women I recognized as an author of a book I had read while in the FBI's prison: Dr. Temperance Brennan.
"That's the best you could do?" She asked as she buckled up.
"What?" Booth asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Getting Homeland Security to snatch me up so you could stage a fake rescue." Brennan stated.
"Sounds like Seeley all right." I mentioned, she looked back and Yin and I smiled, "And who are they?"
"Bones, meet Yin and Yang."
"Don't call me Bones."
"We're friends of the Seal-man here." I said.
"They're FBI too?"
"Sort of, but we're more like FBI prisoners." Yin said with a smile.
"Prisoners?" She asked before looking at Booth, "What did they do?"
"We came into existence." I answered, looking down.
"We're different from others, freaks, nonhuman. The FBI got ahold of us years ago." Yin replied taking a more sad tone, unusual for her, but usual whenever we told this story.
"You're familiar with the Chinese philosophy of Yin and Yang, correct?" I asked, Brennan nodded.
"That's us." Yin stated, pepping up.
"We are the physical representations of Yin and Yang, thus we have the powers over different things."
"Like what?"
"Fire."
"Ice."
"Time"
"Space."
"You get the point." Booth interjected.
"I still can't believe you had Homeland Security do that." Brennan muttered.
"Hey I picked you up at the airport. Alright c'mon. I mean I went through the appropriate channels but your assistant there he stonewalled me."
"Yeah, well after the last case I told Zach never ever to put you through. He's a good assistant." Bones said angrily and looked out the window," You can let me out anywhere along here."
"Alright listen. A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery-"
"Arlington National Cemetery if full of decomposed corpses. It's…a cemetery." Bones snapped back.
"Yeah but this one is your type of corpse. It wasn't in a casket."
"So a body dump?" Yin and I asked. Booth nodded. We looked at each other, we are so helping.
"If you drive one more block, I'm screaming kidnap out the window." Bones threatened.
"You know what I'm trying to mend bridges here."
"Alright, pull over." He parked and both of them went outside.
"Should we wait in the car?" Yin asked.
"Nah. I love seeing someone who gets Seeley agitated like this." I jumped out of the vehicle followed by Yin.
"I'm going home." Bones said as she continued walking, followed by Booth, who was followed by us. She walked slightly faster, Booth walked faster, we walked faster.
"Look could we just skip this part?" Booth asked.
"I find you very condescending." Bones stated.
"Me? I'm condescending? I'm not the one who's gotta mention that she's got a doctorate every five minutes."
"I am the one with the doctorate."
"Yeah, well you know what. I'm the one with the badge and the gun. Huh? You know you're not the only forensic anthropologist in town."
"Yes I am. The next nearest one is in Montreal. Parle vous frances?" Bones laughed as she said this.
"What's it going to take?" All of us stopped.
"Full participation in the case."
"Fine."
"Not just lab work…everything."
"What do you want me to do? Spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder."
"I don't know what that means."
"It's an olive branch. Just…get back in the car." He motioned for us to get back in the car too. On the way to the cemetary Bones got on the phone and talked. Booth pulled into the cemetary and we walked through the rows of headstones.
"What's the context of the find?" Bones asked.
"Routine landscaping. Dropped a load over by the pond. One of the
workman thought he saw something." Booth replied.
"Interesting." I said.
"Can't wait to help." Yin added cheerily. A black truck with the symbol of the Jeffersonian Institute was parked a little bit ahead and a man in his early 20s closed a door and walked over to us. He had a fuzzy head, reminded me of my cousin.
"Hi, Zach." Bones greeted.
"This eco warrior look works for you." The man, Zach, replied,
"Thanks."
"Very action oriented."
"Suck up." I whispered to Yin.
"Agent Booth, you remember my assistant Zach Addy?"
"Oh, yeah."
"How was Guatemala? Dig up lots of massacre victims? Learn a thing or two about machete strikes? And who are these children?"
"Zach, I need water samples and temperature readings from the pond." Bones answered, ignoring the kid's questions.
"Right away Dr. Brennan." Zach walked back to the truck. Booth led us to a boat waiting on the shore of a pond.
"He's got no sense of discretion. That kid. Typical squint." Booth commented.
"I don't know what that means." Bones replied.
"Well when the cops get stuck we bring in people like you. You know
squints. You know to squint at things." Bones stopped walking and turned to face him.
"Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills."
"Oh, snap!" Yin said.
"Yeah." Booth replied, insulted.
As Yin and I were about to step on the boat someone from the FBI grabbed our shoulders.
"Sorry, no kids allowed." Yin and I each whistled and two creatures dashed from Seeley's vehicle and almost bit the man's hands off before jumping into our arms. One was a dragon and the other a young tiger. The dragon was the one in my arms, he was as black as the night and named Sol. He was about the size of a backpack and weighed slightly less than a backpack filled with books. The tiger was an albino and jumped into Yin's arms, it is special in that it can change its size at will, she is named Luna. We've had them ever since we became Yin and Yang.
Yin and I were allowed on the boat after Sol almost bit the FBI agent's hand off. Booth went out to the middle of the pond and pulled out a camera attached to a cord. He dropped into the water and all four of us looked at a screen.
"What exactly am I supposed to be squinting at?" Bones asked.
"Ahh, you know it's like a rated "R" movie. You'll know it when you see it." Booth replied. Finally a skeleton showed up on the screen.
"Yeah. Okay. This is a crime scene." The FBI cam out and got the body back to shore. We went back to shore and Bones started to examine the body while Zack took pictures.
"The remains were wrapped in formula flat poly construction sheeting." Bones said to Zack.
"PVC coated chicken wire." He translated.
"Weighted. That's why the body didn't surface during decomposition. The skeleton is complete but the skull is in fragments."
"What can you tell me?" Booth asked,
"Not much. She was a young woman probably between 18 and 22 approximately five foot three. Race unknown. Delicate features."
"That's all?"
"Dang, Booth, you should hook up with her." I commented.
"She could help you with your math homework." Yin added.
"Tennis player." Bones said, "And I am not hooking up with Booth." I shrugged.
"Now how do you get a pretty tennis player out of that yuck?"
"Hip diffusion gives age. Pelvic bone shape gives sex." Zack said.
"Bursitis in the shoulder. In somebody this young must be an athletic
injury." Bones explained,
"When did she die?" Booth, Yin, and I asked.
"Ehh..." Bones said.
"What does that even mean?" Booth questioned.
"It means wait until our bug and slime guy takes a look." Zack told us, Yin looked at me and noticed how giddy I was at the mention of bugs and slime.
"No clothing." Bones said.
"You know in my line of work no clothes usually means rape." Booth commented.
"In my line of work it could also mean the victim favored natural fibers." Bones replied.
"Your suit for example will outlast your bones by decades." Zack told Booth.
"Collect silt 3 meters radius to a depth of 10 cm. Your FBI forensics team can take the plastic and the chicken wire. We'll take the rest." Yin and I started to walk with Bones before Booth grabbed us.
"You two are coming back with me." We looked up at him before looking at the ground. He told us to get inside the vehicle and he drove us back to the FBI building. He led us into the FBI building and into the elevator but instead of hitting the floor our cell is on, he went to the floor of the director. We looked at him curiously, but he just smiled. He led us into the office of the director who stood up. Booth told him what had happened today.
"So you guaranteed a squint a field roll in an active murder investigation?"
"Yes sir."
"The one that wrote the book?"
"Yes sir."
"I thought you said she wouldn't work with you anymore?"
"Well the last case we worked she provided a description of the murder weapon and the murderer but I didn't give her much credence."
"Why not?"
"Because she did it by looking at the victims autopsy x-rays."
"Well I wouldn't have given it much credence either."
"Turns out she was right on both plus the pond victim," Booth handed him a file,"Brennan gave me the victims' age, sex, and favorite sport."
"heh, which is?"
"Tennis."
"She's good."
"And she gets under Booth's skin." I added.
"No, she's amazing. If the only way I can get her back on my side is to bring her out in the field I'm willing."
"Fine. She's on you. Take a squint out in the field she's your
responsibility." Booth got up and walked out the door, us following.
"So why aren't we going back to our cells?" Yin questioned.
"I may have got Bones to post your bail."
"Meaning?" I asked.
"I convinced Bones to get you two out of there by adopting you."
"Awesome!" Me and my twin exclaimed. We stayed the night at booth's apartment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Yin's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We woke up the next morning as Booth pulled on his jacket.
"They want me at the lab, so come on you two." Yang and I immidiatly got up and put our shoes on. Booth opened the door and we ran out.
"I call shotgun!" Yang shouted and jumped into the front seat. I hopped in the back and buckled up. Booth drove to the Jeffersonian and parked. Yang and I stared in amazement.
"Get used to it." Booth said as he entered a building. We followed and saw more technology than we had ever seen in our lives. Bones cam out of a room and waved us over. It was a small room with a platform in the center, computers, and somehing about the size of he platform right above it. The room was darkened and inside were Bones, Zack, and two others. A woman with black hair and holding a device in her hands, and a man with light brown curly hair.
"Hey Booth." The woman greeted, her name badge read Angela Montenegro.
"Hello Angela." Booth replied.
"Who're the kids?" The man asked, his name badge read Jack Hodgins.
"I'm Yin." I greeted with a curt bow.
"And I'm Yang."
"Now that the introductions are aside, let's get started." Angela said and the little pedestal thing started glowing and orange particles appeared in between it and the ceiling.
"This is interesting Angela." Booth commented.
"Does Booth know how this works?"
"This computer program which I designed, patent pending, accepts a full array of digital input, processes it, and then projects it as a three dimensional holographic image."
"Okay." Booth said.
"Cool." Yang said.
"Did you get that?" Bones asked.
"Yeah, that patent pending part." Booth replied.
"Brennan reassembled the skull and applied tissue markers." Angela said as she started typing on the device.
"Her skull was badly damaged but racial indicators, cheekbone dimensions, nasal arch, occipital measurements suggests African-American." Bones explained.
"And we have our victim." Angela said and the head of an African-American women showed up as a hologram.
"Whoa." Booth, Yang, and I said. Booth placed his hand inside the hologram.
"I have to admit that's pretty cool." Yang went up to it and stuck his finger where the woman's nose was.
"Hey Yin, look." He said while laughing. I covered my face in embarrassment. I put Luna on the floor and waved my hand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Yang's POV~~~~~~~~~~~
I saw Yin put Luna down on the floor and wave her hand. My eyes widened in terror as. Luna grew to the size of an adult tiger and pounced on me, pinning me to the floor. She licked my face. Sol jumped at Luna and pushed her off me, he was easily deflected. Yin called of Luna who went back to normal size.
"Was that a dragon?" Zack asked.
"And a tiger?" Dr. Hodgins questioned. Bones looked at the hologram, ignoring everything.
"Ange, rerun the program substituting Caucasian values." Angela fiddled with her device and the women in the hologram changed drastically.
"Does she look familiar to anyone?" Bones asked
"No." Booth replied.
"We only got netflix in our cell." Hodgins raised his eyebrow questioningly.
"Split the difference. Mixed race." Bones told Angela.
"Lenny Kravitz or Vanessa Williams?"
"I don't know what that means." The holographic women was now a combination of the two races
"Angela reduce tissue depth over the cheek bones to the jaw line." The hologram changed slightly, "Does anyone recognize her?"
"Not me." Zack said.
"Wait. Is that who I think it is?" Angela asked.
"The girl who had the affair with the Senator?" Zack asked.
"Her name is Cleo Louise Eller. The only daughter to Ted and Sharon
Eller. Last seen approximately nine p.m., April 6th, 2003 leaving the cardio-
deluxe gym on Kay Street. She didn't even make it to her car." Booth commented.
"Pretty good memory." Bones said.
"Yeah well it's my job to find her."
"Well in that case congratulations on your success." Hodgins said.
"This isn't exactly the way I wanted it to end." We all stared at the rotating hologram of Cleo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yin's POV~~~~~~~~~~~
Booth and Bones took us to grab some food before we went back to the Jeffersonian. The rest of the squints were eating on the steps of the Jeffersonian. Bones and Booth walked towards them, we followed.
"Cleo Eller is not just some missing girl." Booth stated.
"Yeah, she's the senate intern who was boinking Senator Alan
Bethlehem." Hodgins replied.
"I was secondary in the investigation to the disappearance of that girl and
we couldn't confirm that."
"Probably because the government didn't want you to confirm it." Yang said, earning a nod of approval from Hodgins. Booth glared at him and pulled out pictures ofCleo from a folder.
"How did you recognize her before she even had her own face?"
"I recognized the underlying architecture of her features the rest is just window dressing." Bones replied.
"I'm not an expert but shouldn't he be happier?" Zack asked.
"Oh no believe me I 'm happy."
"You seem happy to me." Angela said sarcastically.
"Why can't we focus on eating instead of a murder?" I asked.
"Because talking about murder is more fun." Yang said. I groaned and threw my sandwich away and followed Booth and Bones as they walked down the stairs.
"I need this kept quiet." Booth said.
"Ha! Cover up." Hodgins shouted.
"Paranoid conspiracy theory." Booth muttered.
"Is it paranoia conspiracy that Monica Lewinski was a K.G.B. trained mole?" Hodgins shouted.
"Oh that's true, along with Area 51!" Yang shouted, Hodgins muttered something but we were too far away to hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yang's POV~~~~~~~~
Yin and I followed Booth and Bones through the yard in front of the Jeffersonian.
"So what do we do next? Confront the Senator?"
"Can I kick him?" I asked.
"Listen Bones-"
"Don't call me Bones."
"I know we talked about you coming out in the field…"
"Oh, you dirty rat."
"A case this big. The director is going to create a special investigation unit and if I line all my ducks up in a row, I can maybe, I can head it up."
"I don't know what that means but I think maybe I can be a duck."
"Us too." Yin said.
"You three are not ducks, okay. On this one we stick to the book. Cops on the
streets. Squints in the lab. Kids at home."
"Well in that case the Jeffersonian will be issuing a press release identifying the girl in the pond."
"And I'll tell them how you let kids see the body." Yin said, sharing a glance with Bones. They stopped walking and Booth faced us.
"You do that and I'm a dead duck. What are you trying to do?"
"Blackmail you." We replied.
"Blackmail a Federal Agent?"
"Yes." Bones replied,
"I don't like it."
"I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to." Bones mentioned. Booth mulled it over.
"Fine. You're in." Booth drove us to the FBI building, We started talking about our lives as we drove and walked.
"So you two are Christians?" Bones asked.
"Yep." Yin replied.
"But unlike Booth we're not Catholic, we just sort of read the Bible and interpret it as we read." I explained. We walked into the building and two guards tried to grab us. Booth stopped them. I stuck my tongue out at them. Soon we were seated in the director's office.
"You're certain it's Cleo Eller?"
"The profile is dead on. Age. Race. Height." Bones said.
"Plus the timeline fits. I mean Cleo Eller did play tennis in college." Booth added.
"Talk to me about the Senator."
"Other than the fact the senator is ev-" Booth stopped me before I could finish.
"Uh, Cleo Eller, the victim worked for senator Bethlehem." Booth handed over a picture of the senator.
"It was reported that they were involved sexually." Bones said.
"Hey! Kids present!" Yin shouted.
"In ancient Greece and Rome girls your edge were already mothers." Bones stated.
"We can't confirm that the senator was involved with Cleo Eller." Booth said.
"Bethlehem is a hound everybody knows that." The director said.
"Ken Thompson, Cleo's boyfriend." Booth handed a picture of Ken Thompson over.
"Thompson's still Bethlehem's aid. Thompson keeps Bethlehem's calendar. No way the senator has an affair that Thompson doesn't know about. No relationship. No motive. What about the nutcase?"
"Oliver Lauriea." Booth handed over a third picture.
"You like him for this?"
"Well he's a stalker."
"What's your first move?"
"I would like to inform the Eller's that we've found their daughter."
"It's better to keep this quiet. It's been what? Two years. What's another few days."
"How can you say that? They haven't seen their child in years and you want to keep this quiet." Yin shouted,
"With all due respect Sir. I've come to know the family pretty well especially the Major and two years is a heck of a long time in limbo."Booth said.
"I'll have details of cause of death by this afternoon." Bones explained.
"And that's where we will get started." As we walked out of the building we placed a note in the office of our shrink, Dr. Lance Sweets, our second favorite person in the FBI building.