Disclaimer: I don't own Bones unfortunately.
The following day Bones, Booth and Cam saw many applicants.
They were all disasters, but just as they were about to give up hope the last applicant walked in.
"Hello." She said sweetly as she walked in. She looked slightly too young, with medium blonde hair and big brown eyes. She looked as if she had just stepped off the television.
Brennan rolled her eyes as the girl sat down, Booth smiled appreciatively and Cam smiled politely.
"Now your name is Lana Anderson?" Cam asked looking at the folder in her hands.
The girl nodded and Brennan smirked.
"Why do you want to be a forensic anthropologist?" Cam asked.
"Well, I've always had an odd fascination with bones since I was a little kid and I want to help the world. What better way to do it than by doing something I love at the same time?" She said smiling.
"Ok, now we are going to show you a set of bones and you have to piece them together and identify them as well as the way they were killed.
About half an hour later she pulled her goggles up on top of her head and put her tools down.
They all looked at her expectantly.
"She's a Caucasian female, around 30-35, blonde hair, brown or hazel eyes. Two bullet wounds to the head and a cut from a hook or sickle on the neck."
They all looked at her, Booth and Cam gave her a little applaud.
"Thanks. We'll call you." Cam said.
"Looks like we found the one." Cam said starting towards the door.
"Excuse me? She was terrible." Bones said staring at them wide eyed.
"What?" Cam said stopping abruptly. "She was perfect. I think she was even as good as you were at that age."
Brennan's face formed a very dirty look.
"WHATEVER." Brennan shouted and stormed out the door.
"Oh for heaven's sake." Cam said and walked out the door too.
Booth, who had just stood there watching the whole thing, cracked up laughing and continued all the way out the door.