Terribly sorry if this first part is confusing. I had to get names for everyone...

I also know that a few people were concerned with the actuality that all five of them would find jobs in Canada. All I have to say is, it's fiction, and that's the way I wrote it. In my world, everything works just the way you want it to.

I don't own anything.

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The interviews were in half an hour, so everyone except Booth headed over to the museum. Booth went to the police station. Earlier, Max and Booth had explained the procedures with the new identities.

Bones thought back to an earlier conversation she had had with Booth.

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"Do you know the easiest way to get a new identity?" He had asked.

"Find someone deceased who has the same birthday as you, take their birth certificate, and assume their identity."

"Yes."

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That is exactly what they did.

Bones was now Dr. Ryan, and she had come from a small lab in Ohio.

The lab had been made up, and any calls to the 'lab' went directly to Max's phone so that he could throw them off.

Booth was Detective Ryan, and he had also been working out of Ohio. He was married to Dr. Ryan.

Angela was an artist who worked in forensics and computers. Her new name was Mrs. Mountey. Jack, aka Mr. Mountey, was an entomology professor from Seattle.

Zack was a grad student again, by the name of Mr. Geni. Ziggy thought 'Mr. Genius' would be too obvious, so he stuck with Mr. Geni. Booth thought it would seem suspicious if two forensic anthropology doctors showed up at the same lab at the same time, so Zack was demoted slightly.

Ziggy was his girlfriend.

Max was a friend of the Ryan's, if anyone asked. Everyone kept first names to avoid confusion.

Parker was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Ryan.

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Everyone sat in a small waiting room. The receptionist looked up suddenly.

"Mr. Geni?" She called. Zack gulped and got up from the hard plastic chair. He walked over to the door and, with one last glance back at the group, walked through to his interview. Half an hour later he walked out with a huge grin on his face and a thumbs up to Hodgins. He got a place as assistant. The lab still needed a head forensic anthropologist, as their last one had died in a freak accident.

"Dr. Ryan?" called the receptionist. "You're next."

Bones walked into the small room with Angel, and her papers proving she had a doctorate. She sat in front of the large oak desk that sat against the far wall. Angel sat at her feet. It feels like the principals office... she thought. A crazy looking old man sat behind the desk, peering at Bones from behind half-moon spectacles. His hair was pure white and sticking up all over the place.

"Hello, Dr. Ryan! Welcome to Montreal! Who is this?" He asked, glancing down at Angel who wagged her tail at the old man.

"This is my cadaver dog, Angel. She finds bodies for me, and has been very well trained. Is it ok if she comes to work with me? I also have a six year old son who might have to come to work with me on occasion." She said, petting Angel's head.

"Well, let me start with introductions. I'm the head honcho here. Dr. Fizwizzle." He said in a squeaky voice, holding out his hand.

Bones shook it.

"About your son, it shouldn't be a problem. But considering at how young he is it might be better to leave him with someone else who doesn't work with decomposing bodies...-"

She cut him off. "I have a friend applying as well, she will be working in computers. Would it be ok to leave him with her?"

"I have no problem as long as he won't cause trouble. The same for Angel here."

She got down to buisiness. "Thank you very much. As you know, I am here to apply for a job as head forensic anthropologist. I am terribly sorry about Dr. Wright, I heard about the accident." she said, holding out her doctorate.

He looked it over briefly and then handed it back saying "That looks in order. Where have you previously worked, Dr. Ryan?"

"I worked at a small lab in Ohio identifying victims that the local police and FBI could not. I worked closely with my-" she almost stalled, but forced herself to say it "-husband, Detective Seeley Ryan to solve cases. He would get a case and bring it to me, and I would help out with fieldwork as well. We worked mainly in Ohio, but also did some traveling. Most of our cases were minor, but we have the skills." She said nervously.

"Very good... we also work closely with the local police to solve crimes. The new liaison should be coming in tomorrow. The job is yours, Dr. Ryan. We don't have many people applying for head forensic anthropologist, so you are lucky! Good luck and I hope to see you tomorrow. The lab opens at 8:00." Said Dr. Fizwizzle, waving her out.

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Bones stepped out of the small room with a smile on her face. She picked up Parker and nodded at Jack, Angela and Ziggy. Zack was waiting outside for her.

"How did it go, Dr. Br-- Dr. Ryan?" He asked excitedly.

"I'm in! There was an accident with the previous head forensic anthropologist, so I basically got in free. Is Ziggy going to ask if Ange can be her assistant?" Bones said.

"Yes, she is going to go in and ask when Angela is called. We were lucky, huh?" He asked, leaning against the side of the building.

"VERY lucky. All we need to do now is call Boo-- Seeley and see if he got a job too." A man walked up to the two of them.

"Hello. I am looking for this man. Do you know where he is?" The man held up a picture of Max.

"No, I have never seen the man in my life. Who is he?" Asked Zack, lying straight to the man's face.

"That will be all, thank you." The man walked away. Zack, Parker and Bones stared at each other, shocked.

Parker leaned up and whispered to Brennan, "Why is he asking about Max?"

Bones whispered back. "He is one of the very bad men we are trying to avoid. If you ever see him, run. Do you understand, Parker? Don't answer ANYONE'S questions." Parker nodded. "Are you good at keeping secrets?" she asked. He nodded again. "You can't tell anybody who we are. Even if they seem nice. No one. Can you do that?" She asked in her best 'talking to a little kid' voice.

"Yes ma'am, Dr. Bones." He said, saluting her. Bones laughed.