I was chatting with a nice police officer.

Yeah, that's right, a POLICE OFFICER!

In the back of a police car.

Yeah, a POLICE CAR!

I swear, I don't know myself anymore.

Anyways.

Okay, well I was talking to this police officer dude…dudette.

Look I didn't know what gender this person was, okay? Okay.

When we got to the lab thing, the he-she person it thingy told me to go in and tell them that we were here with two dead bodies. I got out of the stupid police car, and went up to the steps.

"Um, Hi." I said to the guy on the steps. "Yeeah, we have two dead bodies here, so, like, yeah."

"You're too cute to be a police officer." the guy said.

"Oh My God, are you FLIRTING with me?"

"Maybe." he said, men this guy was desperate.

"Well, bug off." I said. My last relationship didn't turn out so well.

"Okay, bring those dead bodies in, we'll see what we can do."

"Whatever." I walked back to the police officer and told the person that they were ready. They got over to the ambulance and pulled my parents out. They were so, peaceful, considering they had just been murdered. They were almost, well…smiling.

I followed the people bringing the bodies in.

When we got inside I saw Temperance Brennan, you know, the author of that book. Then I saw the guy who was FLIRTING with me on the steps, then I saw Agent Seeley Booth, then I saw…

Oh my God.

I walked up to that ungrateful, snob, genius kid and punched him in the nose.

"Hi Zack," I said "It's been a long time." I smirked.

Yeah, remember when I said that my last relationship hadn't gone well, neither had my sister's. She went out with Zack and I don't think she's had a guy since.

"Ow." he said, holding his nose.

"Whoops." I may have hit him a little TOO hard "Sorry Zacko, I've been holding that in for a while. HEY! SOMEONE GET ZACK AND ICE PACK!" I yelled to no one in particular.

"Woah, hey, what's your name?" I saw a lady, about, I don't know 20s or 30s come up to me.

"I'm Jordan, what about you?" she smiled.

"I'm Angela and I'm REALLY glad you're here." she said. I didn't want to ask here, partly because I already knew. None of these people seemed like the kind of person that went to a club, or just ever had any fun.

"Okay." I heard someone say, along with the snapping of one of those gross Latex gloves "Let's get started."

Look, I don't know about you, but personally, I don't like watching people take apart my parents. I know what they do, I've read the books. But hey, I'm more of a Computer person than a forensic anthropologisty person.

So, I sat down with a magazine, and read until they said the bones were cleared. I'm okay with bones, but not human goop or dead bodies.