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Temperance Brennan was on the forensic platform of the Medico Legal lab of the Jeffersonian institute in Washington DC, looking at a set of remains they brought up from Limbo earlier that morning. Ever since Booth had left to go live in California to be with his son Parker once his mother moved for a job in Sacramento, the lab has not been the same. Now instead of working FBI cases, the lab was stuck working on boring normal cases. On a positive note, in the two months since Booth's departure, a significant difference was made in Limbo.

That was all about to change today. The FBI decided that Brennan was too valuable of a player in the FBI to not have her involved anymore. So they told her that a new agent would be coming over to be the new liaison to the Jeffersonian; whether she liked it or not.

She really did not have a choice in the matter. She had once said that she would never work with any other agent besides Booth. Boy was she wrong. She would work with the new liaison, but that doesn't mean she will have to like it. She put it in her power to make sure the new agent did not last long at all. Booth would be back sooner or later. He promised.

"Dr. Brennan." Brennan jumped as she heard her name being called from the steps below the platform. She looked over and saw her boss, Dr. Camille Saroyan escorting a young man onto the platform. "This is the new FBI liaison to the Jeffersonian." She swiped her card to allow the man access to the platform. "Be nice to him!" She turned around and walked away at these words, probably to go perform some sort of autopsy.

Brennan looked at the man standing before her and studied him intently. He was not a bad looking specimen. Black hair, green eyes, tan skin, very muscular; Angela would go nuts for him. Brennan was not about to let a guy with good looks march on into her lab and attempt boss her around. Only Booth could do that!

The man smiled at Brennan. That's another thing to add to the list; charming smile and beautiful, white teeth. "You must be my new partner, Dr. Brennan?" the man said extending his hand in the common greeting.

Brennan shoved it off and looked back down towards her bones, not saying a word to him.

Alec sighed. He had been warned she would be like this. "I am Alec Schmitmeyer, I'm honored to get the privilege to work with you."

Brennan rolled her eyes at his attempts to be friendly, but she couldn't help but smile. "Schmitmeyer?" she asked, "that is a very unusual name."

Alec groaned. He obviously was used to this comment. "Where I'm from it is actually a very common name."

Brennan raised her eyebrows, still not looking up from the bones. "Where would that be?"

"Western Ohio," Alec responded, smiling at the anthropologists attempts to keep him an arms length away. He however would do everything in his power to break down this woman's barriers. They were to be partners after all.

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"Booth, I don't know why you had to agree with the deputy director that a new liaison should be assigned to the Jeffersonian. You know I don't want to work with anybody but you," Brennan told Booth on the phone later that night.

Booth's voice filled her ear, "Bones, Agent Schmitmeyer is a very nice guy. You will get along with him."

"You said the same thing about Agent Kenton if I remember correctly," Brennan retorted. There was a silence on the other end of the line. She had struck a raw nerve. "I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely, "I didn't mean it like it came out."

"I know," Booth said.

"I just don't know the guy and they are expecting me to be his partner. They are probably expecting the same success rate as you and I had. I don't even know this guy! How can they expect me to work efficiently with him?"

Booth chuckled, "remember Bones," he told her, "at one time you did not know me either. We worked out just fine."

Brennan huffed, "yeah, but that is because you are special."

Booth was touched, "thanks Bones, I am going to take that as a compliment." He heard Brennan laugh and could not help but smile; that was the most beautiful sound to him. He sighed, "Bones," he said, "promise me you'll be nice to agent Schmitmeyer. Give him a chance."

"Booth!" Brennan groaned.

"Please," Booth begged, "for me."

He heard Brennan sigh, "fine," she finally reluctantly agreed. "I'll give him a chance."

"That is all I'm asking."

The conversation continued ranging from a variety of subjects such as food to work to Parker to the squints. Finally, after 3 hours of talking, Brennan found herself growing tired. "I better get to bed Booth," she told him, "Alec and I have a case first thing tomorrow morning."

Booth felt a pain in his gut knowing that he wouldn't be there. It should be him going out with her tomorrow. Oh well, hopefully this situation would not be permanent. "Ok Bones, I hope you have fun. Remember to give the poor guy a chance."

Brennan chuckled, "Bye Booth," then hung up.

Booth frowned as he heard the other end click off and whispered to the silence, "I love you."

Yes, a new story! This one will be different than many stories here. (At least I never read a story like this one.) Booth will be big in the story, mainly at the end. Please just give this story a chance. Review your opinions and thoughts. Please!