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"So, Katherine. Would you mind telling something about yourself?" Booth tried as the new girl seemed to be very uncomfortable and silent in the backseat of the car. She looked up surprised.

"What do you want to know?" She passed the question back to Booth. He looked at her in the review mirror and looked at Brennan, who was thinking about questions.

"Do you have…hobbies? Things you like to do? That kind of stuff."

Katherine looked at her hands. "I used to play Piano... and guitar. I started with the violin but I didn't enjoy it anymore, so I stopped." She answered, but made no effort –yet- to ask questions herself.

"Why have you changed foster parents that much?" Brennan asked. Booth looked at her, tried to make her see that is might not be a very tactical question, let alone a nice one.

"What? It's a question, Booth." Brennan tried to defend herself. Katherine looked interested from one to the other; madly in love, yet constant disagreeing. Nice couple. So opposites do attract.

"I didn't like them very much, they didn't like me. Seems I'm sort of an insufferable brat." Booth looked a bit weird to her, but she was used enough to that treatment, so she wasn't bothered by it anymore.

"Don't you have any questions for us? I mean, feel free to ask..." Booth tried, thinking it was getting a bit awkward that she didn't seem very interested in...anything. He just wanted to blame it on the fact that it was all new for them and for her. Maybe it wasn't as new for her as it was for them, but still, she had to live with complete strangers and her mother just died.

"What do you do for job?" she asked silently. It was something she wondered.

"I'm a Special Agent, I work for the FBI." He sounded very proud of his job.

"I'm a forensic anthropologist." Brennan said smiling. Booth looked at the curious face that Katherine made.

"A forensic anthropologist is a-"

"I'm aware that forensic anthropology is the examination of human skeletal remains, often for archeological reasons or law enforcement. In the first case, pure historical research, in the second to help identify bones of victims." Brennan looked around, amazed that Katherine seemed to know very well what she was talking about. Booth was too buzzy with being cranky because Katherine cut him of mid-sentence.

"Are you interested in forensics?" Brennan asked, turning to Katherine in interest.

"I was, some time ago. I've read all of your books. Miranda or whatever she's called, didn't need to tell me your name, I recognized you from the pictures on the back." Katherine explained.

"That means that he's the FBI-agent of your stories?" She smiled a little, remembering few of the things Brennan had said about this character.

"They are based on real-life, that doesn't mean that they actually are people whom I meet with in my daily life." Temperance Brennan didn't like it if her fictional characters were compared to her friends in real life, mostly because those friends already mentioned that they did see the resemblance with one of the characters.

"You don't like Miranda? She seemed nice, though." Booth changed the subject. Katherine shrugged as Booth parked the car in front of the house.

"I think she's rather a.. pain in the ass. And Irritating, extremely irritating." She mumbled while getting out of the car. She acted as she didn't saw the look that Booth and Brennan exchanged. She hadn't been very friendly, mostly arrogant. It wasn't how she was in real life, not totally that is, but it was … a kind of protection. She had had her hopes up the first time she went to a foster home, and that turned out to be a disaster. The second wasn't that much better; she let people get under her skin. Now she learned to protect herself from that.

Brennan showed her around the house. Sometime Booth seemed to think she was wrong, but it turned out that he was thinking like they were still in the old house. Katherine looked around in her new room; it wasn't as big as the one she had back home, but by far the biggest of the foster homes. There was a luxury bed, her own bathroom, a desk where she could work on, a reasonable sized wardrobe. Not that she would put anything in it for the first… 3 to 8 days. Katherine was sick of packing and unpacking, just to remake her bags again. She wasn't surprised that Brennan was surprised to see her again so soon. Katherine would like some time alone, yes, but she realized that if this had to work, she had to make an effort. Booth smiled to see that at least, Katherine wasn't the kind of youngster who locked herself up in her room. On a desk, near Brennan, Katherine saw the file that Miranda had given to Brennan. She wondered if the dark haired woman had already looked at it.

"Christine is in Daycare, but tonight you can see meet our lovely little thing." Booth said smiling, waving with a picture that stood on the cabinet with family photos. Brennans phone rang. Her face turned very serious.

"Booth, we have to go. Euhm… Katherine, I hope you don't mind that we'll have to drop you off at school right now? We'll pick you up afterwards." Brennan tried. Katherine muffled a sigh, Bones hadn't read in the documents yet and she didn't want to start about it now, so she just nodded and took her jacked.

"I've informed the school that you would be earlier than expected. We'll pick you up at 4 p.m. okay?" bones said before they left. Katherine nodded and waited until they left around the corner, before she walked away from the school buildings. The phone number of her new boss was already on speed dial.

"Mister Simons? Would you be able to send someone to pick me up? Yes, I can finally come to work like a normal person." She informed him smiling. She only had to wait for 5 minutes till someone would come to get her.

In Booths car, headed for the Jeffersonian, Booth and Brennan were discussing Katherine.

"She seems… nice, reserved but friendly." Bones said.

"I hope she just opens up a bit. I mean, she barely looks at us, she doesn't talk…" Booth had to avoid a car that hadn't seen him coming. Or rather, the driver wasn't paying any attention. Little did Booth know the driver speeding to pick Katherine Meyer up.

"Booth, I think it's normal. She barely knows us, she is in a country she doesn't know, she has just lost her mother. I wasn't very garrulous when I just arrived in a new foster home." Brennan defended the young girl. She knew how it was to be in a foster home, he didn't.

"You're right, let's just hope it gets better. We should give her some days to adjust." Booth gave in. "so, how far are we in the case?"