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Dear Diary, May 25th, 2036

I got a call this morning from Quinn. She and her boyfriend have settled down in their apartment in Paris. She starts at the Louvre next week, and I'm so excited for her. I think she'll love it there – so much art and art history. Mom was sad to see her go, and so was dad. We all were, but we knew that she'd be happy. I'm surprised that Terrick went with her, but I guess that proves that he really loves her a lot, and that makes me even happier. I like seeing my sister happy, she's always been good to me, so she deserves this.

I've been spending a lot of time with Andrew…wait, not a lot, but we've been getting to know each other. We haven't had a case yet, which is making me antsy, I can't wait for fieldwork. We usually go out to lunch together, and we've had a few dinners with the rest of the gang at the lab. He's a really nice guy. The only thing that I don't like is how chivalrous he is. I mean, it's very nice to see that manners still exist in this day and age, but come on, do you have to open my car door every time? I mean, I can open it myself and I can even close the door too! I know his intentions are honorable, but it drives me crazy. I've been trying to think of a nice way to tell him. I haven't reached that comfort zone where I can just say, 'Cut it out,' to him.

Aunt Angela has been trying to make it out like he likes me, but I don't see it. I just think he's nice. Besides, we are two completely different personality types that would eventually clash. Plus, we haven't even had a case together yet, so we don't even know if we'll work well together. And I think it would be annoying if it didn't work out – I mean, I've spent the last week trying to teach him some of the terminology that we use in the lab, and surprisingly, he's picking it up rather well, although he can't remember the names of any of the bones. It's rather funny, maybe I'd go as far as saying that it's cute, but then I'd have to think about what Aunt Angela would say if I ever let it slip out that I thought it was cute. That would be a headache.

I sound like a schoolgirl don't I? Talking about how much I don't like him and yammering on with nothing to say…it's even annoying me. I don't like him…I can't like him. It doesn't make sense. I hardly know him at all, so it is because of that fact that I determine that I can't like him. Right? Arrrgggghhh!! Why is this so confusing! I'm not even attracted to him!

I'm just going to stop writing, this is aggravating me.

Reagan

Reagan shut her diary and put it back in her drawer. She had had enough of writing for one day, and she hoped that it would get Agent Kensington out of her head.

Her cell phone rang. "Booth."

"It's your partner. What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to go to bed. I have to be at the Jeffersonian early tomorrow. We have some ancient remains coming in for examination."

"Can I stop by?"

"What for?"

"Would it help if I said I had a case?"

"Really?!?" Reagan tried to hide her excitement. "What kind of case?"

"Some bones were found on a hiking trail in the Appalachians. The snow finally cleared out and the park rangers found it. Since it's on government property, it's a FBI case."

"They haven't touched the bones, right?"

"Was I supposed to ask that?"

"Yes! Touching them could compromise the integrity of the remains! Don't you know that?"

"Guess not. Look, I'll swing by and get you in an hour. Make sure you bring a few changes of clothes. We'll be out there until this is solved."

"Okay, bye." She hung up the phone. Her first case…she was officially beginning fieldwork! It was so exciting.

Reagan jumped up and grabbed her small suitcase. She threw in clothes that she knew would be appropriate for hiking trails in the mountains, and threw in a nicer outfit for good measure, just in case they went out to dinner somewhere. There was no need to look like a slob while doing fieldwork.

After Reagan finished packing, she called her parents house. "Booth." Her dad answered the phone.

"Isn't it supposed to be Booth residence? This isn't your private cell phone, dad."

"Hello to you too, sweetheart. What's up?"

"Andrew and I are headed out for our first case. He called me a little while ago."

"Where are you going?"

"Appalachians. Bones found on the trail when the snows cleared."

"Sounds like it's right up your alley then."

"Yeah, hopefully it doesn't go too badly. We're staying up there till the case is cracked. Tell mom that I'm sure we'll end up sending the bones to the lab, so we'll need lots of people working on them."

"I'm sure she knows that, Ray. After all, she's been doing this since before you were born."

"I know."

"Are you nervous?" Her dad always could tell things in her voice.

"A little. I just hope I do everything right."

"Hey, I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides, as long as you don't shoot anyone your first time out, you'll be better off than your mom was."

"True. Maybe I'll even get a permit to carry a concealed weapon," she goaded.

"Right…you just let Andrew take care of the shooting of things. You stay behind him."

"I won't play weak female dad. And in most cases historically, there were many women warriors. You have the myth of the Amazons – warrior women who often killed their men after mating with them."

"No mating with Andrew."

"Dad!"

"I'm just saying. Yours is a professional relationship."

"I know that. I was just trying to prove a point."

"I know, you and your mom start talking in that techno-babble and I can't make heads or tails of what you're saying."

"And you've been putting up with mom for years."

"I know."

The horn outside beeped signaling to Reagan that Andrew was waiting for her. "Listen dad, Andrew's here. I've got to go."

"Okay, be safe. Tell Andrew that if he doesn't protect you, I'll kill him myself."

" I will dad. Love you."

"Love you too, Ray. Bye."

"Bye." Ray snapped her cell phone shut and grabbed her suitcase. Shutting the lights in her apartment off, she opened the door and locked it behind her.

Andrew was waiting for her, leaning against the door of his SUV. Once she approached, he opened the door for her, and took her suitcase and put it in the trunk. He got in on the drivers side and put the car into gear.

"I have a message for you," Ray said, trying to keep the smile off her face.

"What's that?"

"If I die, then you'll die too, but it will be much more painful because it will be at the hands of my father."

"Ahh…thanks for the warning." With that, he flashed her his million-dollar smile.