The Gymnast in The Pit

*Basically this story is about as close to the Bones cases as possible, including forensics (which basically meant a lot of free time surfing the Internet for on pleasant things like what types of flies eat this... and so forth). So ignore many details involving 100th episode and beyond. I'm keeping that in a separate story which is in the works (which involves the absolute latest spoilers) so I'm just warning you guys. Luckily for the spoiler free readers this is spoiler free.
The first few chapters are very scripty and less novelly, so please let me know what you think.
*I do not own Bones nor will I ever I just write the fic when I have some free time*

*Ps This is my first story on here so please don't be hard on me. Right now I'm kind of in the phase of experimenting... we'll see how that goes. Please be honest, otherwise I won't be able to improve (but don't be too hard on me)*

Chapter 1 A Little Too Much Information.

*Jeffersonian Institution.*

"Sweetie, stop trying to run away from me," Angela said. Angela always hated it when Brennan acted like this, whenever Angela wanted to have a 'girl talk' with Brennan, she was always "too busy", too busy doing what? I'll tell you what, moping, or brooding or possibly both, or at least that's what Angela thought. For the past few days though, Brennan had been avoiding her, and she needed to know why.

"I'm not running, I'm walking at a fast pace while trying to avoid this conversation," Brennan really wasn't in the mood to be dealing with this, but Angela was always wanting to talk about Brennan's personal life, no matter how unimportant. Brennan quickened her pace, as she had finally entered her office with Angela right behind her.
"Will you please just stop ignoring this for one second and just talk to me?"
Brennan paused and turned around slowly and crossed her arms in the process. Turns out, she wasn't going to be able to hold off this conversation any longer.
"Sweetie, spill," Angela commanded. You could tell by looking at Angela, that she meant business.
"We didn't have sex last night," Brennan quickly snapped in defense.
"What? Why?" Angela was always very understanding of fulfilling biological urges, but when it came to Brennan, like everyone else at the Jeffersonian, were all rooting for Brennan to finally hook up with Booth, and after two years of the partners being together, everyone at the Jeffersonian began setting bets on when they would finally go ahead and just do it.
"Interestingly enough, I only seem to find Hacker pleasing in a conversational setting. I was hoping for something more, but I feel that I wouldn't be satisfied with Hacker," It's not like there was anything wrong with Hacker, it was just he lacked a certain quality, he wasn't Booth, but with Brennan being an excellent compartmentalizer she can often be excellent at hiding any feelings she may have towards Booth other than as a friend and colleague.
"What's wrong with Hacker?" Angela asked, although she already knew, she decided to humor Brennan, seeing as how they are best friends.
"Ang, I have work to do," Brennan changed the subject, as always. Perhaps later Angela would eventually get more out of her friend.
Brennan began to sift through a stack of papers.
"What about Booth?"
Brennan paused and turned around to stare at Angela with a slightly confused look. Apparently the conversation wasn't quite yet finished.
"What about Booth?" Brennan asked. Brennan was playing dumb, she knew it, and she was pretty sure Angela knew it too.
"Oh, (scoffs) Sweetie, really?"
Brennan opened her mouth to speak only to be interrupted by the man himself.

"Hey, Bones we've got a case," Booth said, with his classic crooked smile. He of course, was wearing his cocky belt buckle, which appeared shinier than ever.
"Are we done here Angela?" Brennan quickly walked away before Angela even got a chance to reply.
"Don't go thinking this conversation is over yet, because we're just getting started," Booth and Brennan quickly exited the Jeffersonian. Angela crossed her arms and tapped her foot in frustration. "One of these days these two are finally going to hook up, hopefully we won't have to wait too to long, after all I've got fifty dollars on the line here," she was basically willing to do anything to get those two together, whether she had to lock those two in a room for days.

*Booth's car*

"So, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked. He knew something was up, because she was making that face she always makes when she's annoyed.
Brennan blankly stared out her window, and after what felt like hours she finally replied.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," she quickly replied. Booth glanced over quickly. before focusing his eyes back on the road. Brennan sighed and continued.
"It's just, Angela and I were just discussing some things, and- shouldn't we be focusing on the case?" Booth understood what she was saying. After a few years of talking to Brennan it had become easier for him to understand what she was really meaning.
"You know what Bones, it's okay if you don't wanna talk about it, it's not like it's my business-"
Brennan interrupted Booth.
"We were talking about Hacker and how I didn't have sex-"
Apparently she could still manage to surprise him with her honesty. Booth interrupted her. That was something he didn't want to hear. His boss getting 'nasty' with Brennan was definitely not an image he would want to see, if Brennan should be with anyone, it should be him.
"Whoa, whoa, too much information Bones,"
"What? You were the one who asked,"
"Fine, but still I don't need to be aware of who you're doing or not doing it with. Okay? So let's just focus our energy on the case, okay?"
"Fine."
"Fine," they both replied.

*Crime scene*

"Okay so a body was discovered at the Hailey Falls Gymnastics at approximately 7:30 am. and it's too early to identify the victim, so Bones, it's time for you to work your magic,"
Brennan glared at Booth.
"According to the bone structure I would say the victim is a Caucasian female approximately 16 years old, I would approximate her height to be around 163 centimeters or 5'4. Judging by the remains I would say this body has been decomposing for approximately 2 weeks But we won't be certain until Cam takes a look at it. Bag everything in the pit including the foam then send it to the Jeffersonian Institution," the FBI crime scene investigator nodded his head and walked away.
"Why weren't the remains found sooner? I mean if it's been decomposing here for approximately 2 weeks someone should have noticed it sooner."
"Well according to reports they shut down the gym for repairs so they were closed for over 2 weeks. (pause) Do you want to grab a bite to eat at the diner before you get back to work?"
"Well I have to head back to the Jeffersonian to examine the remains."
"Bones you can take a break for at least an hour or so, plus what have you eaten today?"
Brennan's silence answers his question.
"Exactly, let's go."
"Fine," Brennan replied in defeat realizing she wouldn't be able to win the argument.

*Please review. Remember I'm new here so don't be to hard on me*
*I have done chapter 2 but I want to finish chapter 3 before I post it. After this story I may or may not do another story like this, but I have many ideas so we shall see.*