A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews. Please keep in mind, that I have never seen the plot episode of BONES. However, Goldpiece has pointed out that I havea scene that those of youwho have seen it, will like here. Did that make sense? Oh well. Hope you like.

And please remember, this is a AU and the characters are teenagers. They are not going to act exactly like they do on the show.

"Admit it," Angela said. Tempe looked at her friend's reflection in the mirror.

"Admit what?" From her spot on her bed, Angela glared at Tempe.

"You know what. Seeley Booth is too cute for his own good."

"Psss," Tempe dismissed, running a brush through her hair.

"Don't give me that, Tempe," Angela said, hugging a pillow to her. "That boy is yummy."

"Yummy? What are you? 15 or 5?"

"What are you? 15 or blind? He's a walking piece of eye candy." Tempe rolled her eyes. She placed the brush on the dresser and turned to her friend.

"Sometimes I wonder how you get anything done in life, Ange. You're always drooling after some boy or other." Angela fell backward in bed.

"I do not drool," Angela insisted. "And I can't help it. I'm an artist…I have an eye for good form." Tempe smiled and shook her head.

"And what about you and Jack?" she asked, changing the focus of the conversation.

"What about him?"

"You two looked friendly last night at supper." Angela blushed.

"He's okay," Angela said. "A little short for my taste." Tempe laughed.

"How come I don't think that's going to discourage you?"

"Tempe!" Angela said, sitting up. "I can't believe you just said that."

"What?" Tempe asked innocently. "Angela threw the pillow at her and then stood up from the bed.

"Come on, girl. Breakfast is being served, and along with it the hunkiest guy here." Angela grabbed Tempe's arm and began to drag her out of their cabin.

"Ange, I need my kit," Tempe protested.

"Well, hurry up. I don't want to miss eating today." Tempe hurried back into the cabin, grabbed a small bag that contained latex gloves, tweezers, bags and an assortment of other things.

"Okay, I'm ready," she told Angela, but stopped short when she saw a group of boys standing at the bottom of the steps.

"We have company," Angela said.

"I can see that. What do you want?" One boy stepped forward.

"We have a message for your FBIdiot," he said. The boy pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and held it out.

"Then why not give it to him yourself?" Tempe asked.

"Cause we were told to give it to the squint."

"What is with everybody and calling me a squint?" Tempe asked as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you gonna take this or not?" Tempe let out a breath and then walked halfway down the steps. She snatched the paper out of his hand.

"I'll give it to him." The boy nodded and him and his gang walked off. Tempe looked at the folded paper.

"We should get moving," Angela said, coming to stand beside her. Tempe nodded, although her thoughts were on the paper. She followed Angela through the camp to the mess hall, and then inside. They made their way through the line and then headed over to where Seeley and Hodgins sat.

"This is for you," Tempe told Seeley, as she sat down next to him, and handed him the paper.

"Why, Tempe, I didn't know you cared."

"I don't," she told him. "Some boy left it for you." Seeley looked at the note, before he carefully unfolded it.

"Well, man, what does it say?" Hodgins asked. Seeley looked up at his team.

"Back off."

"Hey, don't get your panties in a wad," Hodgins said. Seeley turned the note around for them all to see.

"It says 'back off'."

"Like me see that," Tempe said, taking the note out of Seeley's hands.

"Back off of what?" Angela asked.

"I don't know," Seeley said with a shrug. "Maybe the case?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Tempe said. "This is all pretend, remember? Why back off a pretend case?" The four teammates took turns looking at the note.

"Maybe it's part of the sham," Seeley suggested. "Maybe they want us to know what it's like to be chased."

"Maybe," Tempe said, looking at him. "But it still seems odd."

"Yeah, but we don't have time to think about it," Angela pointed out. "We still have a case to solve, and I've heard that Jimmy and his team have already interrogated a suspect." Tempe and Hodgins both looked at Seeley for confirmation.

"How did you know that?" Seeley questioned. Angela shrugged.

"I have my ways."

"Do I want to know?" Seeley asked Tempe, who shook her head no.

They finished breakfast and headed out to the large oak tree that had become their meeting place. "So what's up for today?" Hodgins asked, taking a seat on the ground and leaning back against the trunk. Seeley began to pace, but then threw a quick glance at Tempe and stopped.

"Well, we need to know who delivered the note," he began. "Any ideas?" Tempe and Angela both shook their heads no. "Angela, do you think you can use your…mystic powers to find out?"

"Abso-tootin-lutey," she answered with a smile. Seeley shook his head and then looked at Hodgins.

"Hodgins, do you mind going around with her?"

"Fine by me," he said with a half shrug.

"Good." He turned to Tempe. "We're gonna talk with Lucas Ryan today."

"And maybe check out the laundry hall?" Tempe suggested. Seeley nodded.

"And we still need to speak with Jill Geddings." Seeley ran a hand throw his shaggy hair. "Okay, so we all know what we have to do. Let's meet again in the mess hall for lunch. Hopefully we'll have information to share." Tempe looked over at Angela, who had a wide smile, before following Seeley.

"Why do you want to talk to Ryan first?" she asked, as they moved away from their teammates, and around a cabin.

"Something just doesn't make sense," was his answer. "Something doesn't…feel right."

"Your gut feelings have no place in this case," Tempe reminded him. Seeley stopped, turned to face her and took a step forward.

"What do you want to do after school?" The question surprised her but she answered, as she mirrored the step in reverse.

"A scientist of some sort. Maybe a forensic anthropologist, why?"

"Because that takes a lot of knowledge," he said, again taking a step toward her, and again she mirrored it in reverse. "A lot of book smarts. It's science. Logic. Facts. I want to be a real FBI agent." With one more step in her direction, and one more retreat by Tempe, she found herself backed against a wall. "You can say I've been training for it my whole life. Solving a case takes just as much intuition and instincts as science. An agent has to be able to read people, to understand. Like now," he said, placing a hand on the wall by her head and leaning in. "I know I make you uncomfortable. You hate the fact that I'm invading your space. You want to duck away, get away, but you're afraid to show weakness." Tempe pushed her shoulders back. She wouldn't let him see her nervousness.

"That's not intuition," Tempe argued. Seeley leaned even closer, to where their noses where almost touching. "That's just a few good guesses." He dropped his gaze to her mouth as she spoke, and then quickly brought it back up to look in her eyes.

"I know that you cross your arms when you're annoyed," he continued to make his point. "I know that you chew your bottom lip when you're nervous. In the short time I've known you, I know you can be down right irritating when you want to be. I know that you and Angela are really good friends, although you've just meet. Intuition, instincts, being able to observe and apply. That's what I do." Tempe listened to his speech. Listened to his words and tried to find the hidden meaning. She had to admit, he had picked up a lot about her, but was it really useful in a case? Seeley moved away from her. "Don't question what I do," he told her. "And I won't question you."

Ah, to be 15 again. Oh, wait, I really didn't like being 15. Anyhow, you know what I ask. Review.

TBC...