Hello lovely readers! I just finished the next Chapter! Please tell me if my character is a Mary Sue in any way shape or form. I try to get the characters from bones as accurate as I can but I am open to constructive criticism. Disclaimer: I only own my OC. Nothing else.

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Anne returned to the lab dressed in a lab coat and clipped her new tag onto her coat. On the way Dr. Saroyan, Cam, had explained who everyone was and what they do; Cam is the boss and she plays with the flesh, Brennan is the bone lady, Hodgins is the bug boy, and Angela is, respectively, the artist. Throw in a few fancier words and you get it right out of Cam's mouth.

Anne stepped onto the platform, only to be sent to Hodgins lab to swab for particulates and help Hodgins in anyway he sees fit. She walked into the lab, rubbing her hands together to relieve her jitters. Hodgins looked up from his microscope. "Hey Anne." Anne raised a single hand in greeting.

"Hey. I was sent here to help you in anyway I can." He nodded, looking around for something for her to do.

"Can you feed my beetles?" Anne shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh of disappointment.

"I guess." She turned around, looking through the multitude of cages and containers for beetles. Anne crouched down next to the beetles, goosebumps rising on her skin. She turned to Hodgins. "You better not have ants." He frowned.

"What's wrong with ants." She turned back to the beetles.

"I can deal with any type of bugs, except ants. Ants just freak me out."

"I do have ants but I wont make you feed them." Hodgins said reassuringly. Anne nodded.

"Good." She grabbed the mix of seeds and leaves labeled Beetle Feed and poured some in the cage.

"Feel free to completely cover them, those fellas eat a lot."

Anne poured more in, covering the beetles like he instructed. Something beeped, causing Anne to look up. "Ah, we got something." Hodgins pushed a button on his keyboard and a list popped up. He listed them out loud. "Aluminum, rapeseed, soybean, corn, sunflower, what did his murder attack him with vegetable oil?" Anne made a noise of curiosity and Hodgins turned back toward her. "A body came in 20 minutes before you arrived. Early thirties, Caucasian male, burn marks all over his body. Cause of death is blunt force trauma to the frontal lobe. I was scanning a bit of his skull to try and distinguish a murder weapon. Anne nodded, walking over to the table to stare at the list on the screen.

"So, what are we thinking? Kitchen supplies? Maybe the murder did kill him with vegetable oil."

"Maybe. Her, I'm sending this to Angie. Lets see if she's IDed the vic yet."

Anne nodded and Hodgins walked past her toward the door and she started to follow but Hodgins turned around and walked back toward his table. Anne turned to stare at him, one eyebrow raised. "Just a sec." He pulled out a note pad and a pen. "Can I get an autograph fro my son?" Anne scoffed.

"You're kidding." He wasn't. "You want to do this now? What about the case? The dead guy?" He waved a hand.

"If we don't do this now I'll forget. You don;t want my son to be sad that he doesn't have an autograph, do you?" Anne debated it in her head before sighing and marching over to the table. She took the pen in her hand and stared down at the paper.

"What's his name?"

"Micheal-Vincent."

"Gotcha."

Dear Micheal-Vincent,

It its very special to talk to you. I work with your mommy and daddy and they are very nice. I hope I get to meet you eventually. I heard you like my book The Willow Tree. It's one of my favorites too. Can I let you in on a secret? Do you want to be in my next book? I can make you a character in my story and then I could give it to you. How does that sound? Great, huh! But you can only be in my book if you are very nice to your mommy and daddy and give them lots of kisses. Deal?

With love,

Anne Watson

Anne signed her name with a flourish and dropped the pen. "Can we go now?" Hodgins held up a finger and started to read it. Anne turned to look out the glass walls with a sigh. Something caught her eye. Or someone. Anne watched as the man in a suit walked toward Angela's office. His dark hair was combed back, away from his forehead. Even from this distance she could see how his light blue shirt and stripped tie brought out the blue in his eyes. All in all, holy crap he was attractive.

"Cut me off a slice of that." Anne murmured under her breath.

"What was that?" Anne ignored him and continued to stare after the man. He was definitely attractive, kind of cute in a boy-scout kind of way but man could he pull off a suit-

"You say something." Hodgins whispered in her ear, snapping Anne out of her train of thought. She looked away from the man, moving away from Hodgins. "No."

Hodgins grinned. "Yes you did. You were staring at Aubrey. You have a thing for Aubrey." Anne glared at him.

"No. I Don't. Come on Let's show Angela already." She turned on her heels and marched out of his lab, wondering who Aubrey is. Probably the man you were staring at, idiot. Hodgins caught up to her, still grinning.

"Deny it all you want, its still true." Anne rolled her eyes, feeling heat creep up her cheeks.

"Recognized as Johnathon Kingsley. 32. Wife reported him missing two days ago." Anne caught the end of the conversation as they entered Angela's office where she was standing in front of a screen with none other than Aubrey. Just my luck. Anne thought drily. The two looked up as they entered.

"So I swabbed for particulates on his skull, found this." Hodgins stepped forward and pressed something, making the list pop up. Angela and Aubrey read the list.

"What are you thinking, kitchen tools?" Aubrey asked.

"Most likely. These are all ingredients of vegetable oil and lots of frying pans are made out of aluminum these days. Could easily be that." Everyone nodded along with Anne as she spoke.

Aubrey turned to Anne, holding out his hand. "I don't think we've meet. James Aubrey. I work with the FBI." Anne shook his hand, trying to ignore her heart rate.

"Anne Watson. I'm their new intern." Aubrey smiled and turned back to the screen, not knowing how much Anne's heart fluttered.

...

It turns out Anne's predictions were correct, the fractures to the skull matched the size and shape of Mrs. Kingsley's frying pans. Booth and Aubrey were interrogating the wife now. And where was Anne? She's following Hodgins, begging him not to tell Angela.

"Hodgins please! Please don't!" Anne called after Hodgins, they were only twenty feet away from Angela's office.

"Hey," he turned to her. "She can help you better than I can."

"No! She can't! Because there's nothing going on!"

"Keep telling yourself that. I saw how you were looking at him."

"Looking at who?" They had finally reached Angela's office and she looked up curiously at their conversation. Anne covered her face with a groan.

"I'm going to die from mortal embarrassment." She grumbled. Angela turned to her husband accusingly.

"What did you do to her?" He raised his hands in defense.

"Just trying to be helpful." Angela wrapped her arms around Anne, who was still covering her face.

"What did he do to you?"

"Anne has the hots for Aubrey." Hodgins blurted out. Anne raised her red face from her hands to glare at Hodgins.

"I do not!"

"Alright you two, calm down." Angela said. She turned to Hodgins. "You, stop antagonizing her. It's her fist day."

She then turned to Anne. "is it true. Of it isn't I will have a firm talking to Hodgins about messing with our interns." Anne shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

"Maybe, I don't know! Maybe if I had some time to figure that out before Hodgins started telling the whole Jeffersonian." Both women turned to glare at Hodgins. Angela lifted a finger to point at him.

"You. Out." With a Sigh, Hodgins left. Angela Turned back to Anne and sat her down on the couch. "So," She started. Anne leaned forward on her knees, covering her face again and groaned loudly.

"I'm so confused right now." It was just Anne's luck that Booth and Aubrey walked toward the platform to talk to Brennan. Anne put her head on her right hand and glanced over Angela's shoulder at Aubrey. He put his hands on his hips, pushing his jacket slightly. Anne groaned again, putting her face in her hands. "Ugh, why does he have to be so hot?" Angela looked over her shoulder at Aubrey and chuckled at Anne. Anne stood up quickly and straightened her lab coat.

Angela grinned at her and she scowled. "Shut up. This never happened." Anne turned on her heels and stormed out of Angela's office, leaving Angela to laugh by herself.

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