AN: This is my first attempt at any sort of fan fiction. I really have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to this, but I can try anyway. All the reviews, help, hints, and anything else would be GREATLY appreciated! Also, I have read this before, so here's the cursory - I don't own Bones or anything related to Bones except for the two interns I created for this story.

"Chop chop Bones! Got a case and gotta get a move on!" Special Agent Seeley Booth called as the automatic doors to the Jeffersonian's Medico-Legal Lab whooshed open in near silence.

Dr. Temperance Brennan rolled her eyes and continued talking to her boss, at least in title, Dr. Camille Saroyan. "So you and Angela will be sharing an intern? How? Your two disciplines, while both very useful in solving our cases, are not exactly overlapping fields." She shuddered slightly as she felt Booth's presence draw to her side, "sorry Booth, Cam was just explaining to me how she and Angela will be sharing an intern."

"Can't this wait until we get back?" Booth asked impatiently.

"Yes it can thank you Booth. I believe it would be more easily explained to you both by Ms. Smith," Cam replied and quickly left as to avoid another round of questioning by Dr. Brennan. Booth helped Bones, as he called the world famous forensic anthropologist and best-selling author (in his mind, Booth referred to her as his Bones), with her lab coat. The two started their journey toward another case as partners by heading to Booth's FBI-issued Toyota Sequoia.

"Just an FYI Bones-"

"I don't know what that means," she responded with a confused look, but smile in her eyes, suggesting she liked playing this little game.

"For your information," he chuckled and she silently mouthed an 'oh', "we've got a kid riding with us."

"You're bringing Parker to a crime scene? Does Rebecca approve of this?"

"No, not Parker, but it might as well be. This kid is younger than Sweets." As they approached the SUV, a tall thin man of 22 stood up from leaning against it, adjusting his suit and tie as he did. "Bones, meet my intern, Special Agent-in-training Ryan Garbarino. Ryan, meet my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan." The two shook hands, after which Ryan adjusted his suit and tie again, in exactly the same manner as he had after standing up straight. "At least if I had Parker with me, I would know that I could lock him in the car if things got hairy." Bones, while focusing on what Booth was saying, watched Booth's intern out of the corner of her eye. The young FBI trainee took his glasses off his prominent Italian nose and cleaned them with a yellow handkerchief. After placing the glasses gently back on his face, the thin, but not dangerously so, man took his cell phone out and rubbed down the screen with the hanky before carefully folding it and replacing it back in his shirt pocket. Just as the Agent-to-be got approximately halfway through readjusting his suit for the third time in the exact same manner, a lightning quick movement forced him to stop.

"What is wrong with him?" Bones interrupted, her karate skills helping her forcibly restrain the young man's hand mid-tug on his left sleeve. Garbarino gasped and started to tremble.

"Sorry kid, should have warned you - she doesn't hold any punches."

"Booth, I did not swing at him in a punch, I just grasped his arm to stop him from adjusting his suit and tie for the third time in the exact same... manner?" Bones answered and trailed off at the end.

"I, uhm," Ryan started, his low baritone matching his physical shudder, "I have obsessive compulsive disorder. If it will... I'm usually... I can just call... relax kid... one (inhale) two (exhale) three (inhale) four (exhale). Please?" he asked, trying to twist his arm free, to which Brennan relented. Starting his routine over again, he began, "I will just call Director Cullen and have him transfer me to a desk job. My friend laughed and said I wouldn't last twenty minutes in the field. I should call him and tell him I lasted seventeen minutes and," checking his watch, "approximately fourteen seconds."

"Good job Bones, you broke my intern," Booth chastised both verbally and with a glare.

"Obsessive compulsive disorder isn't something I... oh," Bones started then stopped. "No Agent Garbarino, it shouldn't be too much of an impediment. Anyway Booth, let's tumble!" she said to her partner with a smile, believing she got the idiom correct.

"Roll Bones... let's... roll," he said with a chuckle. "Back seat kid."

"Absolutely sir, lady always sits up front. Plus she's your partner."

Bones scanned the nearly empty case folder and sighed. Twisting abruptly in her seat to face rearward as best she could, Temperance began interrogating the new addition in the car. "Fifth generation Italo-American, still fairly pure Italian blood, north-western Italy? What is wrong with your left knee?"

"Wow Agent Booth, she's good."

"The best," Booth responded with pride and gave Brennan a quick smile that she reciprocated.

"Uh, yes ma'am, fifth generation. My great-great-grandparents came over in the 1870s, in their teens, from outside Genoa. As far as my knee goes, I had a rather destructive accident while fencing in college - did one heck of a number. Extensive damage and tearing to all of the ligaments and a large tear to the cartilage. Had to have surgery to try to repair it. I guess my limp is still noticeable?"

"Don't worry about it sport, she's just that good. I sure didn't notice. Bones, give the kid a break, you already terrified him once today. Plus it sounds like we could probably use his schooling to our advantage in this case."

"And what kind of schooling is this Mr. Garbarino?" Bones asked, almost threatening.

"Structural and forensic engineering? I also have almost enough credits to be certified in bloodstain pattern analysis, though from what Director Cullen told me as we were walking to Agent Booth's office, that won't be of much help at the scene."

"Cullen told you about the scene before Booth?" Temperance asked. Her tone made the Agent-to-be think of a shark circling its prey.

"Uhm... yes? No? I mean... one (inhale) two (exhale) three (inhale) four (exhale)... he mentioned it since I was going to be working with Agent Booth."

"Bones... don't make the kid wet himself. I have a copy of his transcript and resume in my office with the folder Cullen gave me on him. I haven't read it yet because the kid, his folder, and the case were all given to me at the same time. Let's just listen to the music until we get to the quarry."