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BBC America
Two weeks later, the Jeffersonian had returned back to normal. A murder had been solved, and Jack managed to blow up his room again. As Fox had promised, the lab had had a complete revamp. The plumbing had been sorted out, and the air filters were cleaned to a higher standard than any of the employees had ever seen. The glass roof had been cleaned and now is sparkled, and Cam had opted to keep the disco lights just in case they needed them for any reason. In the process of wiring the computer systems back in, the technicians had discovered that mice had chewed through some of the cables, and if the computers had not been removed, this wouldn't have been discovered until the lab went into lockdown and without out power.
Booth strolled in through the main glass doors on the Friday morning. The other employees of the Jeffersonian were nowhere to be seen as Cam gave them the day off. The sound of him walking echoed throughout the building as he made his to Angela's room to watch 'Comic Relief'. Seeing that they were five hours behind Britain where it was being played live at five, they had to watch it at midday.
Booth found in the artist's room, the five others that he had spent three days with, shooting a charity video for the event, sitting on a collection of sofas and cushions, ready with popcorn and other cinematic condiments. The all smiled and cheered as he entered the room, they were just as excited as he was to see the finished product. They were told by the Brits that their video was due to be shown two hours in, after some sketch done by a soap opera.
"Ready Booth", Cam said as Angela tuned in her large scale television.
"More than ever", he smiled as he sat down next to Bones.
Angela was looking confused at the piece of paper the Brits had sent her, telling her what channel the show was being broadcast on. They had sent her a set of instructions to find the channel on the American satellite boxes, but it was damn right confusing. "BBC America, anyone heard of that?", she questioned as she found the international channels.
"No", Brennan said as Booth stole a piece of her popcorn.
"Well duh Bones, you still don't own a television", Booth told her as he reached for another piece, he moving the bowl out of his reach.
"Found it", Angela said as the channel popped up on the screen.
Red circles filled the screen, as some dogs danced in and out of a circle of poles. Then a male British over voice came on. "Welcome to BBC One. Next up is this year's long awaited Comic Relief", it said.
Some theme music began playing, and many faces and different acts popped up in little circles. Booth watched as he recognised some of the musical acts, and pointed them out to the squints who were a bit clueless. Then, for about a second, a photo of them popped up on screen, with the subtitles under reading, 'Welcome to our American Friends".
"Live from London, please welcome your hosts...", Booth spoke over the voice, so the team did not hear the names.
"Did you see us? We are on television", he said, jumping up and down.
"Has it only just sunk in?", Jack questioned from the floor.
"Yes, seeing my face, has made it click in my brain", he said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Things cannot click in brains Booth", Brennan told him.
"Sweetie, it is just an expression, now hush guys, I want to watch", Angela told them.
On screen were a man and a woman, both wearing white and red. The man was wearing a black suit with a red tie, and the woman was in a red and white polka dot dress. The live audience applauded as they took centre stage, smiling and holding microphones at chest level. "Yes and welcome to Comic Relief 2010", the man started.
"And may we say welcome to our American friends who are joining in this year with the celebrations", the woman added, and the audience applauded again.
There was a knock on the door, and all six turned to see who was disturbing their day of freedom. It was a man in his early forties, carrying a briefcase and a tripod. He smiled at the group. "Can we help you?", Sweets asked him as Angela turned the volume down slightly.
"Yes, I'm from BBC America, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a live communication with London after your video is performed", he said to them as he dug out his credentials.
"Why?", Booth wondered.
"They normally get the stars of the sketch to read out the donation number after the sketch and they were wondering since you are part of the first American contribution, that you wouldn't mind saying something", the man said as he dug out more paperwork.
"Can't see any harm in it, as long as you don't interrupt our viewing", Booth said as he jumped up to help the man with his stuff.
The others smiled, and Angela turned the volume back up and they continued to watch. Booth helped the man, whose name was Nigel , set up a camera next to the television screen, before inviting the bloke to come and sit with them. Nigel sat on a chair that Hodgins had pulled around for them, and got the satellite connection up ready through his laptop, which he kept on his lap as he watched.
The whole team laughed at the comedy sketches, and everyone, even the men shed a tear during the emotional videos shown every so often. They couldn't believe how much money was raised in the first hour, and they even translated into dollars afterwards so the viewers in America could have a grip on the total raised. $3 million was raised in the first forty five minutes after going on air.
Nigel soon stood up and went around to the back of the camera. It was nearing the time of their video. Booth could feel the butterflies building in his gut, and the nervous smile on Bones' face was getting bigger by the second. Hodgins seemed to be getting closer to the screen as Angela crossed off the acts on list provided by the BBC. Cam was biting her nails, and Sweets was trying his best to remain calm, but it seemed to have no effect as he was fidgeting like a five year old. "Okay guys, we're next", Angela said as she threw the paper to the other side of the room, ready for her acting debut.
"Up next is our first ever American contribution", the woman on the television said.
"Yes, it is a music video to Oingo Boingo's Dead Man Party performed by the major forensic institutes in America", the man added.
"Get ready to wave guys", Nigel said.
"What?", Booth asked.
His question was soon answered by the presenters. "We have a live link with one of the institutes, the Jeffersonian in Washington DC. Give us a wave guys", the woman said before the screen cut to them in the Jeffersonian.
Everyone began waving frantically, and thankfully, the screen cut back to London quickly. "We will speak with them later after their video. Do you guys want to see what the Yankees can do?", the male presenter shouted out to the live audience.
They cheered, whistled, clapped, every sort of reaction they could get from a studio audience. "Okay, play the tape", the female presenter said as the camera zoomed in on the large screen on the stage.
The camera then cut to full screen, and then TV went black. Before they knew it though, the music began to play, and Booth and Brennan's lighter scene popped up on screen. The six, and Nigel watched intently as the video played out all the scenes that they had filmed two weeks previous, the blue boxes now replaced by x-ray machines, showing the bone structure inside the body. It also cut to the other forensics divisions; Los Angeles, New York, Miami, all the places where CSI is located. The team laughed at the other sequences, and clapped at theirs. It was something that they were all proud to have been a part of.
The video ended with their conga line sequence, and once the video was finished, the screen went back to the studio, the audience clapping their hearts out. On the screen in the studio where the video had been played, now had a still from the video which contained the six all across it. The presenters clapped, then took the microphones to their mouths again. "We are joined now by the stars of that video, the team for the Jeffersonian institute", the female presenter said, as the screen cut to them in DC.
The six waved at the camera, and applause came from the audience. This made all of them smile. "Hi guys, so who do we have with us this evening?", the male presenter said, not knowing their names.
The six looked about each other. They hadn't prepared anything. "I'm Dr. Cam Saroyan the boss here", Cam started, and being the boss meant she had to be the brave one.
"I'm Dr. Lance Sweets the psychologist here", Sweets said, better to get it out sooner.
"Angela Montenegro, I'm an artist", Angela smiled.
"Dr. Jack Hodgins, I do bugs and slime", Jack laughed at his less formal description of his job.
"I'm Special Agent Booth from the FBI", Booth said, who then looked to Brennan.
"And I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan, a forensic anthropologist", she said.
"Nice to meet you all, did you enjoy making this", the male presenter said to them.
They all in one way or another said yes. "So you guys solve murders for a living. What made you and the other forensic departments sign up for this?", the woman asked.
Cam suddenly found she had five sets of eyes on her, they all knew the real reason was publicity for the Jeffersonian, and she would have to find another reason, quick. "Well, the idea was put forward to me by our director Steve, and Dr. Sweets had suggested that we all do something constructive together, and the idea was so good, we couldn't say no", Cam told them.
"Are you going to join in next time?", the man asked, Booth could feel his feet beginning to hurt already.
The six looked about each other, and not wanting to disappoint, all said yes simultaneously. "Would you mind reading out the number on the screen there for the viewers to phone in and donate", the woman asked.
They squinted at a number that Nigel had quickly written down for them to read, and they began to read the number. It sounded a bit discombobulated, but the effect was good enough. "Thank you guys, see you next time", the man said, before the six waved, and the screen cut back to the live studio.
They all sighed in relief, as Nigel cut the camera off, and started to pack away. "Thanks guys, we really appreciated it", he said as he walked out through the door, leaving them to continue watching the event.
"I don't know if I can actually do another one", Booth said.
"We'll see. Two years is a long time", Sweets told him.
"Maybe not long enough", Cam added.
The six laughed, and Booth started a popcorn fight. Angela's room was soon covered in pieces of popcorn and god only knows what else. At the end of the evening, they all gathered their things, and walked out of the wonderful space, the Jeffersonian together. "Hey Bones, you still up for the postponed bet tomorrow?", Booth asked as she hopped out of his car to her apartment.
"I will squish you like an arachnid", she told him.
"Squish you like a bug Bones, not an arachnid", Booth smiled at her, as she turned around and headed for her apartment.
AN: This has been fun, but there you are, it is finished. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this. Don't forget to review; I would really like to hear what you have to say about it. Stitch.