"So Lynn," Jack began as the two started their trip out to Bethesda, where the quarry was located. "Tell me about yourself. What makes you you?"
"Uhm... I don't know? W-w-what do you w-want to know? I've always b-b-been g-g-good in school b-but my st-st-stutter has always hindered me. P-p-people think that a st-st-stutter is a sign of low intellect. It lead me to b-b-be sh-shy all my life; b-b-being sh-sh-shy helped p-people avoid me, and th-that helped me do b-b-better in c-college, so I eased th-through my d-d-double d-d-degrees."
"And how did you pick those two majors? They don't seem to necessarily lead easily into each other," Hodgins said, merging his vintage Mini into the far right hand lane.
"They b-b-both came easy to me. W-when I was t-t-trying to figure out w-w-what I wanted to d-do I tried b-b-both out," the beautiful blonde said, gently wringing her fingers together.
"Stick close kid! I know you probably won't be with me and the squint squad for long, but I need you to learn something to take back to the greenie pen with you - teach the other greenies to respect the squints that help us."
"Is that true Booth?" Bones asked, a slight smirk creasing her lips.
"Yes Bones. Sure, I may want to shoot most of the squints from time to time, but I respect you all very much." Bones flashed Booth a million-watt smile that he knew was for saying the right thing.
"Agent Booth - what exactly should I be doing?" Ryan asked the formidable man that was his mentor.
"Watch and learn. Take notes. Pretend to be a squint and absorb everything I do. Let me do the talking though," Booth replied gruffly. "I don't know how you do it Bones. I've had one intern for four hours and I'm ready to snap. You've had five for over two years. I commend you."
"It is because I have patience and you don't. Though Angela would probably say to me 'Sweetie, bat your eyes and say flattery will get you everywhere Agent Studly.'" Booth started a hearty belly laugh and wrapped his arm around Brennan's shoulder, which elicited a laugh of her own.
"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan... I hate to interrupt your moment, but that portly man over there appears to be terribly angry about everyone here," Ryan said to the 'just partners' while pointing at a short, bald, overweight fellow of approximately 50. Instead of jumping apart like each other was caustic, Brennan and Booth simply looked into each other's eyes before shoulder-bumping apart. "Do you want me to go speak to him? They taught us this in the academy - speaking to people that is, about why the FBI is taking over their business."
"Come on, let's you and I go have a chat with him. Bones, if you are done until Hodgins and the new squint get here, you are more than welcome to join." Before the group had much time for deliberation, the portly man had stormed over to them, following the advice and arm pointing of a local cop. The burst blood vessels on the highpoints of his cheeks and irritated noises emanating from him made the newly expanded team know he was flustered and livid.
"What in the sam hell is going on here?! Who do you all think you are, descending on my quarry like a damn plague of locusts?! I want all this shit out of here before I start up my equipment and move it myself! You wanna explain for the entirety of y'all Junior?!" he said, poking Agent-to-be Garbarino firmly in the chest.
