Luck
Temperance Brennan believed luck was an illogical concept, but even she had to admit that there was no other way to describe the day she had had other than very, very unlucky. After a late night at the lab the night before, she had collapsed into her bed, forgetting to set her alarm in the process. This caused her to wake up nearly two and a half hours late, which made her late to work as well, giving Angela a reason to question her incessantly. No, she didn't "get some last night". She hadn't "gotten some" for quite some time. Thanks for the reminder, Ange.
After finally convincing Angela that her sex life was not the most important topic at the moment, Brennan was introduced to her newest grad student, Amy. Amy was her complete opposite: perky, loud, and blonde. When Amy had momentarily confused the left and right femurs, Brennan had fired her on the spot, meaning she would have a large stack of applications to sort through when she got home.
She could practically hear Booth's voice her head. "That's what... six? Seven grad students? Look, Bones, you can't expect any of these kids to be Zack." She shook her head. That wasn't why she was firing her assistants. She was completely aware that no one could be Zack, as that was physically impossible.
Finally, the day was over. With a manila folder thrown on her passengers seat, she drove home as quickly as she could. The sky had darkened in almost the blink of an eye, and it had dropped at least ten degrees.
She was halfway to her building when the first drops of rain hit her, and within steps, more and more began to fall, soaking her.
"Perfect," she mumbled, closing her eyes in irritation. To top off everything that had happened that day, now she was probably going to catch a cold. Or, at this rate, pneumonia.
Suddenly, the rain stopped. Or, at least, it seemed to. But that didn't seem rational. She opened her eyes, and sure enough, the rain was coming down just as hard as before.
"Bones!" exclaimed a voice just behind her. She couldn't help but smile. Of course.
"What are you doing here, Booth?"
"Just checking up on my favorite forensic anthropologist." He shifted the large umbrella he was holding slightly. "Good thing I did, too. Did you, by any chance, notice it was raining?"
She laughed. "Is that what that was?"
"Yep. You think someone as smart as you would know not to stand out in the rain. You could get sick or something. Now, why don't we go inside? You can treat me to a beer for saving you from dying of hypothermia."
And it was in the rain, as her partner's free hand fell to the small of her back, that Brennan's day suddenly got a lot better.
One week until new Bones! Yaayy!