Way too Perfect!

Chapter 1: Hodgins Sister?

Dulles Airport is way too hot. You'd think after spending most of my teenage life in Africa would have made me immune to heat, right? Think again. I could feel everyone staring at me. I can't really blame them. I'm tallish, around 5'9, 5'10. Quiet Curvy. I have long, reddy-brown hair in a plat half-way down by back and emerald green eyes. I'm quiet tanned (thank you Africa!) and am wearing mini, combat shorts, a white tank-top, leather jacket and leather mid-calf boots. Not to mention the (legal) gun and holster on my hip. I look like Lara Croft (Google it!). Security let me pass when they see my passport, with wide eyes. Funnily enough no-one will meet my eyes.

I'm on my way to the Jeffersonian Institute in my Aston Martin. I've got an interview with the Dr. Temperence Brennan! I'm gonna be her second assistant! Well, after I get my doctorate I will be a fully fledged anthropologist and can (maybe) be her full assistant. I pull up outside the Jeffersonian. Security let me through once they see my clearance. They sent me my card in the mail three weeks ago. I bound up the steps of the platform, where I see Dr. Brennan standing face to face with an FBI Agent. I get close enough that I can hear what they are saying.

"Why did you do that to me Booth?!" Dr. Brennan fumed.

"Do what? Let the guards have their fun and meet their favourite author? Have them hold you for transporting a human skull? They were doing their jobs?

"No! I don't care about that! You called me Bones! In front of them!"

"Why is that so bad? They aren't gonna tell anyone." Booth said looking confused.

"That's not the point! Just....don't do it again. OK?" whispered, looking deadly poisonous. Booth got the message and stepped away, hands up in surrender.

"Erm... Hi? I'm here to work for you Dr. Brennan. We emailed my interview a few weeks ago?" I say, wincing at my obvious British accent.

Dr. Brennan looked at me, her eyes doing a quick sweep of me, taking in everything, her eyes widening a little at my gun.

"Ah yes. Dr. Samantha H..." Dr. Brennan began.

"Dr. Brennan! I've finished reconstructing the skull like you requested. It's with Hodgins to see if he can find any particulates on it and the rest of the body."

"Good work Zach. Round up the team though. We've got a new addition to the team who I want everyone to meet."

"Sure thing Dr. Brennan." Zach says running off to do as she asks.

A few minutes later, everyone is here on the platform. I feel like an exhibit in a museum. Everyone is staring at me. I feel a slow blush creep up my cheeks as I realise just how short my mini-shorts are, and how low-cut my tank-top is. Just as I'm about to make a break for it, a familiar face appears behind the crowd of people.

"Sami?" Hodgins exclaims.

"Hodgy-podge?" I gasp....

I ran forward as he did. We met in the middle, hugging tightly, my face buried in his neck, his hand on mine. We stood back when we heard a woman whisper, "ex-girlfriend?"

I held Hodgins at arms lengh and looked him over. "Man. You know it's been too long when you can barley recognise your own cousin." I said smiling at the sharp gasps I heard from the crowd.

"Eghm... Yes. Everyone, I would like you to welcome Dr. Samantha Hodgins to our team. Samantha, this is Anglea, Zach, Booth and, of course you already know, Hodgins." said.

" Hey! Nice to meet you all. I'm so happy I get to work with you all. Especially my cousin." I say, grinning like a cheshire cat.

The woman, Angela, came forward and held out a hand. "Angela Montenegro. Glad to have a girl who can do girl-talk with. Brennan here is clueless." She says smiling happily and warmly.

" You may have to teach me some girl-talk. Living in Africa from the age of 5 will stunt your girlyness a tad, y'know?"

"Yeah, I....Wait! Did you just say Africa? But you sound so, so...." She graspd for the right word.

"British?" I offered.

"Yeah." She smiled.

" My carers were British and I lived with them since I was 5 and havent seen any of my family since I was 4. I've only spoken to African tribes leaders sincethen also. I havnt been able to do much socialising. We had a TV but I would be crazy if I talked to that." I explain.

Their eyes widen as I say "tribe leaders." Before they bombard me with 20 questions, Dr. Brennan tells everyone to gather around the table to see the bones to do with the current case. She hads me the file so I can catch up.