Right, this is our first fic together, and it's Kelly's (SuperSquint)'s first fic for a long time. We have had so much fun coming up with the ideas for this, but in my part of the first authors note I am thanking my friends in the 14th fleet, and my friends from "The Collective" for all their incredible convention stories.
My major thanks go to my lovely co-author Kelly. This wouldn't have been anywhere near as much fun without her.
Shin
I would like to thank Hart Hanson, Stephan Nathan and Kathy Reichs for their amazing concept, and to the cast and crew of Bones for giving us this incredible show that brings us together, and for inspiring me after far too long a writing hiatus.
I'd also like to thank Shin, for taking me under her writing wing for this project.
Kelly
Disclaimer: We don't own Bones, nor Star Trek, unfortunately - all characters are fictional, any resemblence to persons living or dead is in your head.
Temperance Brennan sat behind her desk in her office at the Jeffersonian. She hated to spend the day working on all of these reports, but rationalized they had to be completed sometime and it was a good excuse not to have to think about all of the topics Sweets had been pushing her to confront lately… her feelings of abandonment, her feelings for Booth. Her feelings for Booth, that's something she really didn't want to talk to Sweets about. She was so unnerved at how Booth's goofy grin could disarm her in an instant. She wondered how he instinctively knew when she needed him and the reassuring touch he was too happy to give. A small arc came to the curve of her lips at the thought of him. She quickly banished the thoughts from her mind and set to complete the offending paperwork. If she completed this task, maybe she could pick up some Thai and head over to his apartment later.
Deep in thought she continued the report 'The victim is a male Caucasian, approximately 38 in age with a gunshot wound to the...' "Booth!" she said, surprised to see his well built form hanging from her doorway. She hated when he did that, but she never really hated him… it made him look so… hard to resist. 'I can do this, I am his partner and a scientist, I can do this.' She repeated the mantra in her mind.
He had secretly been studying her, averting her gaze just outside her office. He was always taken back by the intensity of her gaze, dissecting him from afar and her uncanny ability to put a silly looking smile on his face. He enjoyed the feel of her eyes on him, even in the most professional of settings, he had a desire to be under the attention of her eyes. "Hey Bones, you ready to go?"
"Go where?" she replied
"Didn't you get my voicemail Bones? We are heading to Vegas. There has been a murder at some convention at the Hilton."
"I most certainly didn't, and I can't just take off for Vegas Booth! I have work to do here, remains that need to be identified…" she trailed off, even she thought it sounded like a flimsy argument. Booth could convince her of anything and she knew it.
"Come on Bones! It'll be fun. Viva Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators and mile long buffets, what's not to love?"
"Wheels up in an hour Bones. Where's your bag?"
"It's in my bookcase, thanks Booth." He touched his hand to the small of her back and guided her out of the lab and into the awaiting black Tahoe.
I'm gonna be cheeky now, and ask anyone who has read this to check out my fics - BonesBird!
Shin
