"My name is Lillian Peters, age 26. I hold one Doctorate in forensic anthropology, and I am working on a Degree in Phsycology. I am one year out of collage, graduating in late March last year from Oxford University, I have just come back from England. I hope you take my application into consideration, and I thank you for this opportunity. Signed, Lillian Peters."
Dr. Temperance Brennan rubbed her temples as she leaned over her desk. It was fast approaching midnight, and she was just finishing the last of the applications for the postition for the new lab assistant. Who knew finding a reasonable candidate could be so hard?
She reluctantly shuffled her few choices in a stack, shuffled over to Cam's office, and dumped the small stack on her desk.
Lillian Peters was suffering a horrible case of jet lag. She was incredibly tired, all she could think of doing was plopping down on the floor of the crowded airport and sleeping forever. She adjusted the bag on her shoulder, and hurried along to the bus stop with her two other suitcases.
She had actually never seen her apartment in person. The boxes as all been delivered previously, and her brother had set up most of the furniture, all she had to do was push it around to her liking. Truthfully, Lillian was exited. It seemed like the bus ride lasted forever.
The bus stopped about a street away from the apartment complex. She use her new keys to open the gate, then after her short climb up a staircase (Lillian hated elevators), she turned the key to her new home.
The walls were a light blue, with white hardwood floors, and her white couch was pushed up against the wall, and her tons and tons of white bookshelves were lined up against the walls also. There were stacks and stacks of boxes filled with books and misellainious decorating items. There was a small round white table with matching chairs. She moved to the hallway.
In the small kitchen, there was a black stove, a reasonable-sized fridge, and white marble-looking countertops. The walls were the same color as the living room's, and the tiles were a nice white. Across the hall, there was a small bathroom, with the walls and floors the same as the kitchen. There was a basic sink with storage under it, a mirror and a medicine cabinet, and a shower in the corner.
At the end of the hall, there was a door leading to the bedroom. The bedroom had soft mint walls, and plush white carpet. More boxes were in the corner, and she had a wardrobe to the side, with a large bed in the middle of the room. She moaned and plopped onto the bed, overcome with the desire to sleep.
WAAH! WAAH! WAAH!
The alarm clock woke Lillian up at six. "SHUT THE FUCKETY FUCK UP!" Lillian screamed as she chucked it across the room. "I don't even have work," she whined.
She literally rolled out of bed and onto the floor. She dragged herself up and to her phone. She lazily plopped down on the floor and entered her passcode. 'NEW VOICE MESSAGE' her phone read. Lilliam sighed and pressed play.
"Yes, hello," said an awkwardish, stiff voice, "this is Doctor Temperance Brennan with the Jeffersonian, calling for Lillian Peters." Lillian's back instantly straighted, and he suddenly wasn't tired anymore. "I was calling you to inform you that you got the job as my assistant," Dr. Brennan seemed distracted for a second. "What? Wha- oh! My colleages inform me thT I should tell you that there is another assistant. Please come in on Tuesday, at eight thirty. Goodbye."
Lillian squealed and jumped up. Yes! She did a quick happy dance, stopping abruptly. SEVEN THIRTY?! TODAY?! SHIT!
She ran to her wardrobe before running backwards to her suitcase. She quickly grabbed a green v-neck and a pair of black high-rise skinny jeans. She pulled them on and ran to the bathroom. As she braided her long brown curly hair, she ran a toothbrush over her teeth. Where the fuck is my purse?!
It was right on her couch, by her thick black glasses that frames her brown eyes. She pulled on her white socks, and she pulled on her red converses. On her way out, she grabbed her black blazer and iPhone.
After numerous security check-ins, Lillian finally had a loaner security pass. She walked over through the huge building, staring in amazement at anything and everything. She was directed to Dr. Brennan's office, and sat there with a knot of nervousness in her stomach. She watched the people outside with an expression of wonder plastered on her face.
"Exuse me, Miss Peters?" said the voice from the telephone. Temperence Brennan, the GODESS OF ANTHROPOLOGY STANDING BEFORE HER!
Lillian stood up quickly, sticking out her hand. "An honor to meet you, Dr. Brennan," she said with a smile. Dr. Brennan ignored her hand.
"Yes, one of my assistances will give you a tour of the lab." She cleared her throat. "Dr. Hodgins?"
A short man with curly, light brown hair, and amazingly blue eyes walked into the room. "Hey, I'm Jack Hodgins," he said with a small smile and a wave. She decided that he was a cool guy.
"Lillian Peters. Call me Lily," she grinned.
"Well then, Lily, let's go touring!" He said with a sly, friendly smile. She followed him out the door. He pointed to the raised platform with an array of desks surrounding it. "That's where we do examines on the bodies. Sometimes I do work around there, but I have my own place. I'm the big and dirt guy..."
He led Lillian to the room next to Dr. Brennan's. It was a brightly lit room, with a vast array of paintings and sculptures. There was a cluster of computers in the farthest wall. There was a girl rolling on a swivel chair. She braked to a stop. The woman had loose curly dark hair, tanned skin, a pretty face.
"I'm seeing how fast I can go on this thing," she said to Hodgins, then to me, "Oh, I'm Angela. I do all te facial reconstructions and computer stuff. And I spin on chairs!" She pushed of the wall, cracking up.
Hodgins waved to the next room, "That's my place, there's just a bunch of insects and plants," He pointed to the next room. Lillian actually wanted to go in there, but Hodgins just continued on. "And that's the bones autopsy room. Zach might be in there, you should meet him," he smiled. This dude seemed like he smiled a lot.
The Bones Room was amazing. Rows to neverending rows of shelves filled with every type of bone. Thousands... Wow. And true to Hodgins' word, there was a Zach in there.
He was bent over skeletal remains, absorbed in his work.
Lillian grinned immediately. "ZACH!" I squealed before hug attacking him. He staggered backwards with the force, dropping his tweezers. He froze in his spot.
"Who... What?... Wait, Lillian Peters, is that you?!" He said, muffled by her hair. She nodded with a smile.
"Er... Hate to break up the party, but how do you guys even know each other?" He said with a confused expression, there seemed to be a slight chuckle in his voice.
"We took voice lessons together," she replied, still tightly hugging Zach. "Sweet Jesus, it's been a while. What? Ten, eleven years?" I looked at Zach.
"Its been ten years and four months... Well, you could say it has been a while." Zach said pointedly. Lily slacked her arms.
"And now you're stuck with me." She smiled. Zach had always been the cutest thing, a bundle of awkwardness, nerdiness, and intellect. Lily always had a huge crush on him, buducat walkways acted only as a friend.
Dr. Brennan walked into the room, and Lily immeadiately took a step away from Zach. "Miss Peters, Mr. Addy, we have a case. Miss Peters, you will not be Assisting us, I would just like you to see how we go through the process. Mr. Addy, please get comfortable with Miss Peters, for you will be working with her quite often."
Lily inwardly smiled.
