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Dear Diary, May 9th, 2036

Well, I start work in two hours. It's currently 6am, and I've been up since five. I got back from France two days ago, and I'm still a little jet lagged. Anne-Elise and I had a lot of fun. We've got tons of pictures – mine of historical and architectural wonders, hers of hot guys at nightclubs. All in all, I'd say it was a marvelous trip. My favorite thing we did was go to Haute-Provence. The Roman ruins there were amazing.

I can't believe that I start my job at the Jeffersonian today. I'm a little nervous, but I know that I'll have lots of support. I also get to meet my new partner today. Dad hasn't told me a lot about him – only that he's just a little older than me, and that he's a good guy. My dad is just so descriptive. I just hope that it is someone who's closer to my age, younger…unmarried. Just kidding, I'm not looking to get married any time soon. I want to work for a while before I have to worry about stuff like kids and a mortgage. And I know how pissed mom and dad would be if I just jumped into a relationship with someone I work with right away. That would be unprofessional, so I've made myself promise that no matter what happens I will not fall in love with anyone I work with (aren't mom and dad the ones to talk? They worked together, Uncle Jack and Aunt Angela worked together…so what's the problem?).

Hopefully I'll have my first case out in the field this week. That's what I'm most excited about. When I was little, dad would always tell me stories about him and mom in the field. Of course, he always changed the ending so it sounded like he saved her. Mom hated that he made it seem unrealistic – he didn't always save her from the bad guys. There were plenty of times when she saved him, but dad's reply is that in fairy tales the princesses aren't supposed to save the handsome prince – that it would make the Prince seem weak. And then mom would say that fairy tales are stories that were generally intended to teach lessons about life not only to children, but to people in general, and they were often times scary. Just thinking about that banter makes me laugh. Even after ten years of marriage they still could argue like pros, and yet they always respected each other. Never once was my dad mean to my mom, or vice versa, they really love each other. I know that my mom isn't the best and that I have my issues with her, but she has been a good wife to my dad, and my dad is a good man too. I just hope that one day I am lucky enough to find someone who will argue with me, but who, in the end, will respect and love me.

Well, I suppose I should go shower and get ready. The commute could be a long one, what with all this D.C. traffic. Wish me luck!


Reagan

Reagan's stomach clenched as she walked into the Jeffersonian's Medico-Legal lab. Not even when she was defending her dissertation had she been this nervous. Her mother had given Reagan her access card the evening before over dinner at Wong Fu's with the family. Now, as she walked in the ever familiar doors and slid her card through the access portals, Reagan had never felt so small. It was like the big bad world was crashing in and now it was her turn to hold down the fort and make a difference.

Yes, through the work she was going to do with the FBI, Reagan was determined that she'd have the same track record as her mother. Deep in her heart, she was hoping that she'd show her mother that she was worth the amount of oxygen that she used in this world. And, even though Reagan hated to admit it, she was looking for approval and love from her mom.

As she walked through the last set of sealed doors, Reagan felt awestruck. The place had changed a lot since she'd last visited, more technology meant different machines. "How on earth am I going to learn all this stuff…what am I getting myself into?" She thought to herself, trying not to let her anxiety show.

"Ray!" She heard from the floor. Her dad was there, with the rest of the Squints, waiting for her. She waved and walked down. Seeley came up to her and gave her a hug.

"Welcome to your first day of work, sweetheart."

"Thanks, dad."

"So are you nervous?" He smiled at her, trying to goad an answer out of her for which he knew the reply.

"Just a little. This place has changed a lot. There's so much new stuff."

"That's what happens when you decide to work at a smaller museum for your Internships," Angela said smiling. "Can't beat us in technology."

"No, you sure can't," Reagan said with a smile. "Where's mom at?"

"She went to get your new lab coat." Reagan smiled. It was small things like her mother going to get her new lab coat that made Reagan think that there was hope that they could have a good relationship.

"And I'm going to meet your new partner in five minutes. He's only been her once before and I've got his access card. I'll be right back." Seeley left with a smile to his daughter and then a wink to his wife, who had just approached the group.

"Here, I believe this is yours, Dr. Booth." Reagan smiled at the people around her. It was the first time she had been called 'Doctor' by anyone, and it felt strange.

"Please, make sure you all use my first name. Dr. Booth sounds a little too formal coming from you guys." They all nodded.

"Come on, Ray, we'll show you to your new office. It used to be your mom's, but now that she got her promotion, it's all yours," Angela said, smiling. Maybe this would help bring Reagan and Tempe back together. Even after knowing Reagan for her entire life, Angela had never been able to get a single word out of her when it came to what happened between the two of them.

Angela knew that it had happened when Reagan was eight, because it was at that point that Reagan's incessant visits to the Jeffersonian had stopped. No longer did Tempe go pick up her youngest daughter from her tutor and bring her to the lab to continue her learning, in fact Tempe seemed almost oblivious to the fact that it had stopped, which had disturbed Angela even more. Reagan and Tempe had been so close – closer than she had ever seen a mother and daughter, but that all changed overnight. Reagan became distant and quiet. Instead of the outgoing, smart, pretty little girl, Reagan became a recluse, and Reagan became broken. Even Angela hadn't been able to get the little girl to smile, and Reagan always smiled at Angela. But those smiles had left, and that little girl had faded away into someone far too old for her age.

Sometimes it had made Angela force back tears when she looked at Reagan, even though she didn't know what was wrong. There was an underlying sadness there – an emptiness in once bright eyes. It seemed as though Reagan's candle had been snuffed out. But once Reagan entered college, things had started to change for the better, and little by little, things got better. Though Reagan wasn't a child anymore, the sadness was still there, but it was so covered up with adult problems that it was well hidden, but Angela knew it was still there. There were still unresolved issues between Tempe and Reagan, and Angela was going to get them to talk, one way or another.

Reagan sat in her new office with her mother, and her Aunt. This was it, she was finally a real adult with a real job at one of the best medico-legal labs in the world. Now that her initial nervousness had faded away, an entire new wave of anxiety swept over her. Her dad was bringing in the man she would be working with to solve new crimes. She wondered what he'd look like? Did her dad pick someone handsome to be her partner? Or did he purposely pick the oldest and most undesirable agent to protect his little girl? She hoped that he had picked the former, and not because she wanted to go and get married to her partner, but she wanted someone who wouldn't be too hard on the eyes. And I love was a part of the picture, then all the better for them both.

There was a knock at the door, and here dad walked in. Reagan looked up at the man following him, and her heart did not flutter one bit. Yes, he was handsome – in fact, had Reagan seen him on the street, she probably would have done a double take – and yes, he even appeared to be close to her age, but the longer she looked at him, the more she felt nothing. Not even a twinge of attraction.

"Reagan, this is Special Agent Andrew Kensington. Andrew, this is my daughter, and your new partner, Dr. Reagan Booth."

"Pleased to meet you, Dr. Booth," Andrew said, shaking her hand. His grip was nice and firm. He flashed her a smile that reached his shining blue eyes. His sandy blonde hair was neatly combed and cut. As her Aunt Angela would say, here was a knight in shining FBI standard issue body armor.

"Nice to meet you as well. And please, call me Reagan." She smiled at him, and she could have sworn he'd almost swooned.

So…what did you think?!? I think Andrew may have a crush on Reagan.