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This following one-shot is a nonsensical little something that asked to be written...

First day…

Booth strode into the Jeffersonian, another agent in tow. When he entered the lab, he looked around, but didn't find the person he was looking for. When he finally spotted Zach on his way to Angela's office, he yelled: "Hey, genius junior! You've seen Bones?"

Zach jumped at his voice and quickly spun around, a skull in his hand. "Agent Booth. What?"

"Bones, Zach. I am looking for Bones." Booth said, not very patient.

The agent behind him gestured towards the young doctor on the platform. "He has bones, maybe those you're searching for ..."

Booth turned around, the look on his face stating, that he felt like being surrounded by idiots. He held up a hand, effectively stopping the younger agent. "Shut up, Meyers."

"You've seen her?" Booth asked Zach, but the young doctor shook his head.
The FBI agent looked around again, then shrugged. "Bones!" Booth yelled.

"Booth, I am not deaf... not yet anyway... though you might change that with your shouting." A female voice answered from the platform.

"Yeah, whatever..." Booth mumbled, then he swiped his card to enter the platform, followed by the other agent.

"Bones, this is..." Booth started to introduce his colleague, but stopped when he saw nobody on the platform, except a skull and a few smaller bones on a examination table.

"Bones? Where are you?" He looked around confused.

"Here." Her voice came from in front of them, but there was only the examination table.

The younger agent nervously glanced at the remains on the table and shifted uncomfortably.

"Geez, what are you doing there?" Booth asked, knowing she had to be crouching behind the table. He started to bend over the table, but was stopped when she said. "Don't bend over the table."

Agent Meyers swallowed hard, cold sweat covering his forehead.

Booth rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay ... I won't bend over the table. So... what the hell are you doing, Bones?"

"What does it look like?" She gave back.

"Uhm... I don't know... it's not like I am seeing much of you." Booth gave back, impatiently tapping his fingers on the table.

"Don't touch my table!" Her voice snapped and he quickly removed his hand.

Agent Meyers' face paled even more.

"I want to introduce you to somebody, Bones... " Booth started, glancing at Agent Meyers, who was standing beside him. When he saw how the younger agent stared at the skull in front of him, his face pale, hand shaking and his forehead covered in cold sweat, he grinned.

"You know, Meyers, you have to get tougher if you really want to work in the homicide division." Booth said in a low and confidental tone.

The young agent nodded, unable to utter a single word.

"Oh, you brought a colleague?" Brennan asked, sounding only mildly interested.

"Yeah, Cullen assigned him to me, for training... Bones, what ARE you doing here... Is this how you spend your lunch brakes now?" Booth asked, wondering what the hell she was doing behind the table all that time.

"Booth... I am working, you know!" Brennan gave back.

"You sure? Doesn't look like it. What do you think Meyers?" Booth smiled at the agent.

Meyers swayed.

"Hell, what's wrong with you? Never seen a skull before? You know there are gorier things waiting for you, don't you?" Booth asked the pale young man, who seemed barely able to keep himself on his feet.

"Booth, you know very well some people react like this, when they see human remains." Brennan commented.

"He better get used to it soon. He looks like he's seen a ghost." Booth gave back, eyeing the young agent suspiciously. "If you have to puke, go away. Bones hates 'contamination'"

"This has nothing to do what I like or dislike, Booth. We have to make sure that nothing alters or influences our findings." Brennan gave back, her voice indicating she was annoyed.

"Blah, blah. Could we talk about the case we have?" Booth grumbled, impatience winning over once more.

"Wait a moment..." She gave back.

Agent Meyers' face had a sickly, greenish colour and Booth watched him suspicously. "You're not going to puke, are you? God, what did Cullen think, sending me such a kid?"

Meyers did not protest, but he did not vomit either. He just stood there, wide-eyed, staring at the skull on the table.

"Ahhh, I think I've got it..." Brennan said.

"Got what?" Booth asked.

When the table suddenly moved and caused the skull to roll to one side, Meyers stepped back and grabbed Booth's arm in panic.

"Jeez, kid, get a grip, but not on ME!" Booth plucked the younger agents hand off his arm and shook his head.

"Your skull moved, Bones." Booth commented.

"I thought so. Shit. The table was not supposed to move... I... ahhhhh" Brennan sounded pleased and suddenly the light beneath the milky white surface of the table flickered.

Agent Meyers took another step back. "Watch where you're going, kid." Booth told him, gesturing towards the steps behind the agent.

Meyers nodded ... and jumped back another step when suddenly Brennan's head appeared behind the examination table. "Somebody messed with the wiring." She said.

Booth grabbed the younger agents' jacket, holding him before he could fall down the steps. "You want to get yourself killed on your first day?" He yanked him back. Brennan watched them in amusement.

Meyers shook his head and his gaze went from Booth to Brennan and back to Booth. "Bones?" he choked out.

Brennan lifted one eyebrow. "Dr. Brennan to you. It's enough Booth calls me that. You really look a bit sick... you're sure you're okay?"

Agent Meyers smiled sheepishly and stepped back towards the examination table.
"Fine, everything's fine. I am Agent Meyers." He offered her his hand over the examination table.

"Don't bend over my table!" She bellowed, giving him a death glare.

Booth chuckled. "You DO want to get yourself killed on your first day."

Sooooo please let me know what you think... did you like it? It's utter nonsense, I know, but the idea would not leave me until I had it written ;)