Booth was distracted the rest of the day, and he was waiting to see her soon

Booth was distracted the rest of the day, and he was waiting to see her soon. He thought about going to the Jeffersonian early to check in, but he could tell she might need time. After their conversation yesterday he had no idea what was happening in her life. She told him to leave, to literally get out, what was she hiding from him. Who was this girl, and why did she make his Bones dismiss him? (Well not really his Bones, she's very independent, so much so she would likely kick his ass if he called her that out loud)

Then like god was on his side, a case was dropped on his desk, which would need her expertise. He rushed over to the Jeffersonian and strode through the doors of the building straight to Bones office. Where he was faced with a locked door and lights off. Reaching his limits, he took a deep breath and pulled out his phone. Hitting speed dial 2 he waited for her usual answer.

"Brennan" she sounded irritated

"Bones, we got a case. You're not at your office, should I pick you up, then you can read the file in the car." He spoke quickly figuring it would be more convincing that way.

"No it's fine, send me the address and I'll get there myself. I'll see you soon."

"Oh, okay. I will make sure they keep them from compromising the evidence." He said in the hopes of getting a sincere response out of her, but he failed.

"Yes so I will get to the scene as soon as possible." She said flatly, most likely preoccupied with something else.

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During the entire initial examination at the scene and while collecting evidence she remained quiet and focused. After ordering the remains to be sent back to the lab she made sure the evidence was processed correctly and then immediately headed to her vehicle. Without making any social interaction with Booth. This whole situation made him feel uneasy. She was treating him like he didn't exist or as if he insulted her in someway. The weakest part of this deal was that Booth didn't get to driver her to the crime or back to the lab. Their verbal sparring in his Tahoe was sometimes the best part of his day.

Reluctantly, he made his way over to the Jeffersonian, ready to be put in another awkward situation, or have to deal with an uncooperative Bones. He entered the doors for the second time that day, in a worse mood then before. He had a gut feeling that today was only going to get worse. He swiped his card and trotted up the stairs to the platform. He could see from there that Bones was pulling on her lab coat in her office and heading his way. Knowing he should try his best to relax he perched himself on a stool and faced the examining table.

Brennan swiped her card on relax and climbed the short steps to the remains. She quickly then pulled her beautiful auburn hair back into a ponytail and yanked a pair of latex gloves out of her back pocket. Then, her demeanor changed and she became completely wrapped up in the bones that lay before her. The icy blue eyes that Booth had stared into on many an occasion moved languidly over the body before her, and her brow became familiarly furrowed. Without missing a beat she began to rattle off information about the victim that would be necessary for their case. As a good agent would do, he followed her word for word, recording all the way, stopping her a times to get a better understanding. Once that was finished, she continued to look at the bones with admiration and thought.

Meanwhile, Booth began to grow anxious and restless. Out of habit, without noticing his leg began to bounce against the stool.

Without looking up or diverting her attention she spoke with an unwavering voice, "Stop it, you're distracting me."

"Sorry Bones, wasn't aware I was bothering you." He sighed.

Just as he stopped, Angela popped up to the platform and asked if her services were needed. Bones being so very task orientated, requested a facial reconstruction from her.

Angela turned to Booth on instinct, but then realized that his expression wasn't normal for him on the first day of a new case. "Buddy, what happened to you? You look like a puppy who has been kicked."

Realizing that Angela was speaking to him he made a couple of obscure sounds from being brought out of his spaciness, "Huh?"

"Did you get much sleep last night? You are totally out of it."

Booth glanced over at Brennan at the first question, which didn't go unnoticed by Angela. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just one of those mornings."

Bones had finished her assessment at this point and was moving over to Booth's stool. She was about to speak when Angela abruptly screamed.

The doors to the Jeffersonian opened and closed many times while they were on the platform and all of the exiting and entering people went by unnoticed to the trio. So, no one noticed when a young woman came into the lab, in search of Temperance Brennan. Her dirty blonde hair was hanging loosely framing her face and her jeans and tee shirt fit her perfectly. The sun had created the freckles that speckled her cheeks to really stand out and her makeup free face had a natural fun loving glow to it. This girl was the picture perfect teenage beauty, who had been nothing but an awkward youth.

She meant to enter unannounced and then sneak into Bone's office, then wait for her there. In the back of her mind she even figured she might get the chance to see Brennan's partner again and get a better gage of their dynamic. But, like every great plan, hers had its faults. She didn't properly assess the power of Angela.

"ALISON BRENNAN, OH MY GOD! Get over here girl!" Screeched Angela. She sprinted from the platform over to where she was standing.

Booth and Bones turned to see the two embrace in a strong, unrelenting hug. Booth's jaw dropped beyond the floor. He spun to look at Bones who was a few steps away from him. With a bewildered look on his face and a shaken voice he only could choke out on word, "Brennan?"