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Dr. Temperance Brennan entered her apartment, freed her feet from the confines of her shoes, set her satchel down on the floor, and headed back to her bathroom for a long, hot shower. The last several days had been trying.

As the water flowed over her, her thoughts drifted to the time spent between Homeland Security and the crime scene. Special Agent Seeley Booth was a man who both frustrated her and intrigued her at the same time. He frustrated her because, based on their previous working relationship, she knew he tended to view her professional status much the same as all of the other FBI Agents who had come seeking her help over the years. He brought pictures and x-rays to her laboratory at the Jeffersonian Institute and expected her to instantly identify the remains as if she were some sort of prestidigitator; her talents little more than a parlor trick to be used for his gain alone.

He intrigued her because today he had done what none of his predecessors had when he'd acceded to her demand for full participation in the case. His "olive branch" as he called it had allowed her to go out directly to the crime scene, collect all of the necessary elements needed to help solve the case, not to mention the chance to observe the body in the context in which it was discovered. This unprecedented move told her that he might actually be willing to take her seriously in a crime-solving context. Also, it might free her from the aggravation of being leant out like some sort of library book for the FBI to consult only when absolutely necessary and shelve when they were done with her.

And so their tenuous partnership had begun.