Hey sorry for the wait. I know that I promised to update and all but I've been caught up with other things in life. I've been occupied by my books and schoolwork. I recently finished The Indigo Spell and Eighty Days of blue :) Anyways here's chapter three and I hope that you'll like it. Sorry for the short chapter and I'll try to update sooner rather than later. And I'm gonna try to write longer chapters!

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Angie

Chapter 3

Previously in The forensic anthropologist and the FBI agent;

"So you're telling me that I gotta do a partnership with Rosemarie Hathaway?"

"Yes"

"Fuck no! Do you know how annoying that woman is? She's so arrogant and self-centered that it's almost.. I don't know. I have no words to describe her actually."

"Well like I said; you can't do anything about it. Suck it up and be a man, Belikov"

Oh I'm a man right, I know that... But a partnership with Roza? That's begging for trouble.

Rose POV

I don't know whether I should be pissed or excited over the situation I've now found myself in. I'd just received a message from Mia that there will be some sort of partnership between me and the annoying Russian FBI agent. All the superiors thought that we'd made an excellent job with the recent murder case and thought it appropriate to make us partners. But I'm not convinced that we could do it – this partnership and actually working together on daily basis. I can't believe that Mia's doing this to me – but then again I can.

I'm not that kind of person who enjoy working close to others, even though I know its necessity. My love for my work comes with the lonely hours observing bones from ancient times; not socializing with cocky bastards like Dimitri Belikov. How exactly did they find our brief encounter in working together so good that they actually decided to make us partners? We could barley stand to be in the same room together while I examined the Jane Doe; and now they want us to be together everyday at work? Stupid superiors...

But I guess I'll be doing some good work for the society by identifying murder victims and other victims. At least the grieving families might appreciate the work we'll be doing. Never ever forget the superiors either, they'll be thrilled if we can solve all murders that happens in this cruel world we're living in.

All the others at the Jeffersonian are thrilled about this opportunity they found themselves in. Being important peoples involved with FBI matters. Except me, obviously. I've figured it out that it no longer will be peaceful at work. It will always be hectic from now on and to top that – it's not going to be easy working with the sexy Russian. I know I find him very annoying and irritable but I am a woman with desires and I think that he's a very handsome man. I know, for sure, that if I'd have found him at a local bar – I would have brought him home to my bed for my own pleasures.

But of course I didn't find him in a bar. He came directly to my place of heaven – work – and disrupted the peace I've found there. Making it not so much like heaven anymore. But I do still love the atmosphere there, the feelings I get when I'm examining bones are the same as ever. I think – and hope – that his involvement wont do much damage.

I was brought out from my inner thoughts about my unavoidable future by the buzzing from my phone. I picked it up without checking the ID from the caller;

"Hathaway" I greeted whoever where on the receiving end.

"Roza, we have a new case."

I know that voice. How the hell did he get my number?

"What are you talking about? I don't have any case... and how the hell did you get my number? I don't recall me giving it to you!"

"You do remember that we're partners now right? And for the record; I am an FBI agent, how do you think I got your number?" he answered sarcastically.

"So you just did a background check on me and decided to take my number too? What are you a stalker?"

I am quite annoyed that he didn't just ask me for my number rather than take it from my personal file from the FBI.

"I had to do a background on you – and you know it. Besides I actually didn't take your number from your case – Vasilisa gave it to me."

"Lissa, call her Lissa. She hates it when people use her full name. And why was it necessary that you'd do a background check on me?" While saying this I put a reminder in the back of my mind to slowly kill Lissa later for giving him my number.

"I needed to do it because that's a precaution from my side of this partnership. I need to know this things about you so I can protect you while we're working together."

"Just for your information, Belikov, I'm fully capable to protect myself. Thank you very much." I answered him – pissed now. I really hope that he doesn't think I'm some damsel in distress. Because I'm not and I never will be either.

"I'm aware of that." he said back to me. "I'm coming to pick you up in ten minutes, be ready." And then he hung up on me.

I stared blankly at my phone like it did something to me. I scowled at myself and gathered my things that I might need and headed out from my office. Exactly ten minutes later Dimitri arrived and picked me up. I could sense that underneath the cocky exterior he's quite a tidy man, who's always on time and following the schedule. Despite my professionalism I can be late occasionally. When I was a teenager I could never be on time, but growing up and making my way towards my goal in life – I learned to be on time. I think that's called growing up...

To say that I was surprised by his choice of music would be an understatement. I was horrified. Who would know that the Russian liked the 80's? Me on the other hand – hated that kind of music. I preferred music from the 21'st century, not ancient like this. When I told him that I didn't like the music he was playing he switched station and I was at ease again. But certainly not for long, because after the commercial break a country song began playing. I thought I was horrified with the previous music choice – but now I knew how it felt to be horrified by music. Because the country was far more undesirable than the 80's.

"Can't we listen to anything made from this time line and not from the 80's and certainly not from the western." I asked exasperated.

"You have to choose, either this or the 80's. I'm the one driving." he said without taking his eyes from the road ahead of us.

"Why can't we listen to my choice of music?"

"Choose"

"Fine. Turn back to that 80's. It's not good but it's not as bad as the country." I said annoyed.

He just chuckled and turned the tune back to the 80's. I contemplated whether I should talk to him or not. And what should I say? What does he like to talk about?

Dimitri POV

As much as I don't like or look forward to this new partnership; I really hope that it will work. It's a long time since last time I had a partner. Never did I either expect it to end like it did. My partner, my brother – even though we didn't share blood – my best friend. Ivan.

We grew up together in a small village in Russia. Our families had been friends for a long time and we practically grew up like brothers with two families. We stood each other close and I miss him everyday that passes by. Even today – two years since his death – I still think that we'll have a barbeque on Friday nights and it hurts me deeply that it's never gonna happen ever again.

We were in an undercover mission for the FBI and at the time I wasn't with him at the location. I was having one of my rare vacations and was visiting our families in Russia. When I got back to the US he was already dead and buried. The cover had been blown by a person we thought stood by us in the mission. We totally misunderstood the persons intentions and everything got backfired at us; with the costs of Ivan's untimely death. Until this day I blame myself for taking that vacation; although I know that I needed to go. My little sister Viktoria had been in an accident and I hadn't seen her for years and because of that I traveled home to see her at the hospital.

Without even noticing it I'd gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white. And from the peripheral of my vision I could see Rose's questioning look. But how can I explain something so personal to her? I don't know her that well after only two times. No I can't tell her this now – if ever. So I relaxed my hands again and gathered my thought's together so I could talk to her normally.

"So how old are you anyway, Roza?" I asked her genuinely curious.

"I'm 25. Why?" she asked me while eying me warily.

"No reason. You've come quite far for being so young." I told her simply,

"Well, I've worked hard for it. Nothing comes free in this world, you should know that."

"Believe me, I know." I said, momentarily turning back to my previous thoughts.

"How old are you? I mean you can't just ask me a question without me questioning you back."

"Well I guess you can't. And I'm 32 for your information." I told her.

"Oh, getting old are we?" she said teasingly. Never did it occur to me that she had it in her to tease someone.

"Old? I'm not old! I've barely lived. Neither have you." I said while raising one of my eyebrows at her. We still had an hour drive to our destination.

"So you say that you still have a lot to accomplish then?" she asked me. Curiosity noticeable in her voice.

"Of course I have. The first thing coming to my mind right now is surviving our partnership. Don't you agree?" I asked her amusement evident in my voice.

"What's that suppose to mean? I'm an easy person to work with." she said; a little bit of anger lingering in her voice.

"I didn't mean it like that. I didn't say it to offend you in any way. But it's just that you're a very unemotional person. I can't really get your persona, even though you're like an open book for me to read." I confessed.

"I do feel things, I'm not unemotional! But I guess I tend to hide my feelings from my body language. And as far as I know, that isn't a crime.."

"No of course not. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"It's alright.." and with that she turned towards the window and stared out to nothingness.

Well done Dimitri. That's a really good way to start this partnership by insulting her persona. But I can't help myself though – this woman's interesting. I've never met anyone like her before and she's making me hot and bothered by just being near me. And deep down inside me I could feel something out of the ordinary – a feeling I'm not familiar with, or at least it was a long time ago I felt it. I'm beginning to feel affectionate towards this strange woman and that isn't boding to anything good.

Rose POV

Ouch that actually hurt. I didn't know that people thought of me that way – unemotional. I didn't even know that it was like that people saw me. Neither did I expect anyone – especially Dimitri – to voice something like that to my face. But I guess it's legitimate – he is my partner after all and we need to communicate if we ever will be able to co-operate.

I stayed quiet the rest of the way to the crime scene and when we arrived I quickly jumped out of the car and approached the scene. It wasn't nice – the scene – there were multiple skeletons buried together. Some of them belonged to kids. I believe that this investigation isn't gonna be pleasant – with kids involved.

I started my examination and informed Dimitri that there's one body of a middle aged woman and one of a middle aged man. The other three bodies belonged once to children around ten to fourteen years old. And with a further examination I could conclude that they'd been murdered. But I couldn't say much more how or when before we got back to the lab. And when I got up from the ground and took of my gloves an unsettling feeling rose in the pit of my stomach. There were something in the back of my mind that I couldn't grasp – something familiar with the setting of the crime. It was like I'd seen this before – but how?

What do you think? And why is this case something familiar to Rose for? Do you think she's seen something or been through something that makes those feeling rise? Give me some ideas of yours of what she could have been through!