"Hey Jessie, there is someone I want you to meet" said Lewis

"Hey Jessie, there is someone I want you to meet" said Lewis.

"Who's that Lewis? By the way, thanks for ruining my heart felt number," said Jessie.

"Well this is my partner in crime, Robert Goren, but he just goes by Bobby, and this is the unforgettable, unfortunately, Jessica DuBois," said Lewis.

"Wait a minute, you're the Jessica DuBois?" asked Bobby, rising from his chair.

Lewis looked shocked.

"The leading forensic anthropologist?" quizzed Bobby.

"That would be me," replied Jessie.

Bobby extended his hand. "I am honored to meet you. I have read all your books, but I was expecting someone much older. There was never a picture on any of your books, so I always pictured a gray haired old lady. Your books say you have been working in forensic anthropology for 20 years, and you don't even look 30," said Bobby.

"Well I can see I am not needed anymore," said Lewis as he walked away.

"Well you're definitely good for my ego, Robert. I am over 30, 35 to be exact. I am what some people call a genius; I graduated high school at age 8 and went to college right after, so that's why I got started so early. I was always a strange child, digging up everyone's dead pets looking at the bones. Luckily instead of sending me to therapy, my parents saw potential and guided me in the direction I am in now. But I still lack in social interactions, and people find me strange, so consider yourself warned." Snickered Jessica.

"Well, I will let you in on a secret, people consider me strange too," whispered Bobby.

"So, Robert why are you reading my books? You like bones?" asked Jessica.

"I am a cop, I like anything to do with crimes, it helps me do my job," answered Bobby.

"Oh, a cop, that explains why Sandy is giving me the evil eye," laughed Jessie.

"What do you mean?" asked Bobby.

"Well Sandy likes cops, Sandy is known as "Sure thing Sandy". Was Lewis trying to hook you two up?" asked Jessie.

"I think that's what he had in mind, but she isn't my type."

"Since when do guys need a type to get laid?" laughed Jessie.

"Not all men are looking for a jump in the sack. Some of us want more," replied Bobby.

"Yeah right," smirked Jessie.

"Listen, why don't we go out for coffee and discuss this away from all this distraction?" asked Bobby.

"No can do, Robert. I have an early morning class to teach, tomorrow's topic is the Sexual Dimorphism of the hip joint in Greeks."

"You teach on Saturdays?"

"Well I work the rest of the week, so it's the only time I can."

"Class sounds interesting, how does one sit in on such a class?"

"Well one, would be at the Hudson Lecture Hall at 6am, but I think Sandy will have you too tired to attend," Jessica said laughing.

"I don't think that will be happening, I will see you tomorrow," said Bobby.

"Well if you make it, bring me a large coffee, eight packets of artificial sweetener and three non dairy creamers," winked Jessica as she left.

"Sure thing, see you tomorrow," smiled Bobby.

Bobby walked over to Lewis' table. Sandy was fuming, but he just ignored her.

"I have to go, thanks for the nice evening."

"Why are you leaving so early?" asked Lewis.

"I have an early date in the morning," smiled Bobby.

"Oh no man, I told you she is bad news, I mean she is Vickie's friend, but you're asking for trouble," pleaded Lewis.

"I am a big boy, I can take care of myself," Bobby patted Lewis on the back and left.

He had a big day tomorrow.