Remains

by TomBoyBookGirl

Clarissa Fray is the best forensic anthropologist in the country working at the lab in New York called the Institute. Her past is a mystery and she only focuses on her art and her work. Jonathan Herondale is a cocky FBI agent who is separate from the rest. What happens when their work brings them together to catch a killer? Will the two opposites get along?

1. Prologue

This story is based off TMI and the TV series BONES. I don't own either. If I did I would make sure certain things didn't happen... ANYWAY, I hope you like it!

Prologue

Clarissa Fray has just returned from her 2 month art trip/Archeology trip in Guatemala painting the landscape, and studying the newly found human remains.

She was walking through the airport with her bags when an agent from homeland security approached her.

"Miss we are going to have to check your bag. We have been notified that you have some suspicious luggage that needs to be checked." He said in a low voice.

"There's nothing suspicious about my bag. It has all my art supplies and my research. Now if you will excuse me, my friend is waiting for me outside." She tried to step by him but he stepped in front of her and grabbed her bag. Clarissa grabbed it back but the man was much taller than her and ripped the bag open. Her paint brushes and paint rolled out of her bag, along with a human skull that shattered on the floor.

"Now look what you've done!" she yelled. "That skull was over 2,000 years old and now the frontal bone and the maxilla have shattered and the mandible had a fracture! I had authorized possession over that skull as I was bringing it out of research for the Institute Museum for documentation!" She reached into her bag and pulled out some gloves and began picking up the pieces of the maxilla.

Before she could get too far the agent pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Miss you will have to come with me." He said as he cuffed her. She kicked him in the knee and picked up the mandible. "I am Dr. Clarissa Fray! I have full authorization to have these remains in my possession!" he lifted her up and with the hand that wasn't holding her arm he called for assistance. "We have a 240 who needs to be taken to interrogation and a forensics team to retrieve the evidence." She looked at him angrily as he took her into the interrogation room and removed the cuffs.

About half an hour an FBI agent arrived to interrogate her. "Why was there a human skull in your bag Miss. Fray?" the man asked. Clarissa rolled her eyes. "I had authorized permission to bring the skull of a 2,000 year old man to America from Guatemala by the Guatemalan Government." The man looked at the clock then back at Clarissa. "I will need to see that in paper form before you can leave."

Just then there was a knock on the door. The man walked up and opened it and a golden man was standing in the door. He had golden hair and eyes with a golden tan to match. He held up his badge which told her he was FBI.

"I have the document from the Guatemala government here." He said holding up a sheet of paper. "Miss. Fray here had full permission to bring the remains, or piece of the remains back for the Institute's museum." The man nodded and walked over to her. "You are free to leave Miss. Fray." He said gesturing towards the door. "It's Dr. Clarissa Fray." She said strictly and grabbed her bags to leave. When she got to the door the FBI agent was still there. "Why are you still here?" she asked as the door to the interrogation room shut behind her.

The blonde boy smirked. "Why I thought you might want to get a better view of your knight in shining armour." She rolled her eyes. "Well I will assure you I was no damsel in distress. Now if you will excuse me, I have important business to attend to at the Institute." She tried to push past him but he stepped in her way.

"Actually Miss. Fray," "It's Dr. Clarissa Fray." He rolled his eyes. "The FBI needs your help on a case involving decomposing human remains." Her eyebrows rose. "You need help on a case?" He smirked again. "Not me, I am the best FBI agent in the history of FBI agents. The FBI needs your help." Clarissa looked up at him after lifting her ripped art bag with a small box of a broken skull inside. "Well I guess murder is more interesting than a 2,000 year old skull," She muttered. "Alright fine," she said and Jonathan smiled. "But only if I get full participation in the case." Jonathan held out his hand. "Alright then." She took his hand and shook it. This will be fun.

I will update soon!

-TBBG