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Okay everyone sorry to tell you but the guy in the plane was a random dork. I have a tendency to throw them in. Basically people are stupid and I like making fun of stupidity. Including my own, yeah the second chapter post you saw Jet1967 was me trying to post and messing up. Although there are probably two chapters of fluff at the end there is a murder sort of in the story. I'll go ahead and appologize for all the jurisdictional faux paus since I'm sure there are a lot of them.
Four hours later, they had landed and claimed their luggage. They were headed to the door when they saw a sign that had Jeffersonian Team written on it. Walking up to the man, they followed him out to the curb. Parked there was Suburban Limo, he opened the door and gestured for them to enter. Booth looked at Bones and shook his head.
"You did this didn't you?" Booth stated with conviction.
"First impressions make all the difference," Dr. Sweets told him.
"It was logical to take one car instead of two. This seemed to be the easiest way to do so," Brennan told them.
The limo moved smoothly through the traffic. They pulled up in front of the Dallas Convention Center. They saw agents and scientists milling around outside. As the limo pulled up, they all began to turn and look. The back door swung open and Booth stepped out reaching his hand out, there were a round of gasps as Brennan's leg came out of the car. An overall sigh was released when she stepped out.
Sweets stepped out and turned back and offered Camille his hand, she slid out smoothly and they made their way towards the conference center together. Everyone watched them stride across the entranceway. Brennan and Booth were walking in stride and Camille was walking evenly next to Sweets.
"Well we certainly made an entrance," Sweets said laughingly.
"I could get used to this," Cam stated. Brennan just smiled at the comment.
Entering they made their way to the auditorium. An Agent stepped forward. "The Conference will be starting in an hour there is coffee and donuts in the rooms next to the auditorium," he informed them while blocking their entrance to the auditorium.
They pulled out their ID's. "We are with the Jeffersonian and need to go in now to set up," Booth told him. He nodded looking at each of their badges in turn. They entered and found Hodgins and Angela working on setting up the angelator. They held two ropes in each hand were trying to pull the top of the angelator. Jogging up the steps, Booth and Brennan grabbed a rope and they began to pull steadily raising the top piece.
They got it where it needed to be and tied off the ropes.
"I hope we don't have to move this too often," Hodgins was grumbling. They laughed as they joined them on stage. Brennan walked over to Angela and they began discussing the introduction. Angela began inputting data into her digital pad. Booth sat with Cam and Sweets watching them work.
Forty-five minutes later people began trickling in. The three that sat on the edge of the stage stood up and walked towards the other three.
"Do you need help with anything else Hodgins?" Cam asked.
"Nope I'm done here," Hodgins, told her with a smile dusting his hands off.
"I've input everything as we talked about so if you will all go line up I'll lower the stage lights."
They nodded and she clipped on her microphone and then clipped one on each of the others. At noon, the house lights lowered and the crowd went quiet. Angela began speaking.
"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the FBI and Jeffersonian Forensic Conference." The angelator shot sparks up behind the group standing on stage. People in the crowd gasped as the angelator returned to the yellow holographic block, which spun with the FBI shield and the Jeffersonian Logo.
"Let's meet our teachers and guest speakers. From the FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth," Booth took a step forward and a spot light hit him. He stood there as the spot light hit him and Brennan stepped forward next to him.
"His partner and world renowned Forensic Anthropologist, Kinesiologist, and Author Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Institute," a second light lit her up.
"Dr. Camille Saroyan Pathologist and Administrator of the Medico-Legal Lab at the Jeffersonian Institution," a light lit her up.
"Dr. Jack Hodgins Entomologist, Mineralogist and Botanist of the Jeffersonian Institute," a light lit him up.
"Dr. Lance Sweets Profiler and Psychologist of the FBI," a light illuminated Sweets.
"And myself Angela Montenegro-Hodgins specialist in digital imagery, facial reconstruction and holographic event reconstructions from the Jeffersonian Institute," she said as the light illuminated her.
"Thank you Angela," Booth stepped forward and nodded to her. She smiled and let him take the floor.
"The FBI has set this conference up to help us to teach you how to communicate with each other. To help the agents realize how crucial the work that the technicians do is. To help the technicians realize that the agents play integral roles in determining how the evidence is tied to suspect. Part of the reason our solve rate is so high is our ability to work together. So there will be several lectures dealing with that. There will also be lectures on each scientist's individual area of expertise to offer suggestions on ways to solve problems that were not taught at Quantico. If you have, questions please feel free to ask. However, given my knowledge and history of my team I would ask that you make your presence known and not sneak up on any of them. Now the FBI has provided lunch and there are packets on the table with all of the lecture information. Please pick one up on your way out. We will see you tomorrow at nine am."
The crowd clapped and house lights went up and everyone began shuffling out. Brennan walked up to Booth unclipping her microphone.
"Let's go I know you are hungry," Brennan said stepping closer to Booth. He smiled took off his microphone then put his hand on her back and escorted her down the steps everyone following them. They stepped out the door and headed to the right. Entering the room, they saw a buffet spread out. Grabbing a plate, they put some food on and sat down. As usual, Brennan had put vegetarian options on her plate but was still filching Booth's fries.
They sat together looking around and talking. "I found out from the local Agents that Los Zetas has gone quiet in the last two weeks. This means they are gathering intelligence or up to something. Not good considering two months ago we put their boss in jail," Booth said in a quiet undertone.
They nodded and continued to eat.
"Booth I believe there is an agent behind you trying to get your attention," Brennan pointed out. Putting her fork in her mouth, she glanced behind him.
He turned his head, smiling at the agent he invited her to sit. She sat down next to Booth.
"Special Agent Booth is it true that you have the highest solve rate in the last two decades?"
"Yes we do have that honor," Booth replied with a suave smile.
"We? You're the only FBI Agent," She questioned with a grin.
"My team and I work together to solve crimes. I would not be able to solve my cases without their help," Booth stated definitively.
"That is so cool that you include the geeks," the agent smirked. Brennan's eyes narrowed and she heard everyone shift in their seats.
"Oh you mean people with high I.Q.'s with basic reasoning skills?" He said with grin he cut towards Brennan who looked back with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I would never be able to solve as many of the cases as I do without my partner or the team. Your attitude it what this conference is all about, Agent," Booth paused waiting for her name.
"Penny," she supplied.
"Agent Penny that line of thought is what we are here to fix," he said in a flat tone.
He turned back to his conversation with the squint squad. Agent Penny got up and walked off. Several more agents sat down to ask various questions which Booth smoothly answered. Brennan's eyes glowed with pride he was being very accommodating. He looked up caught her and eye and winked. She laughed looking around she saw Cam was engaged in conversation with someone and Sweets was animatedly speaking with another person.
She pushed her food around on her plate picking. The seat next to her was suddenly filled. Glancing over she saw Agent Perotta, smiling she greeted her.
"Agent Perotta are you enjoying your work in New York?" Brennan asked her with a smile.
"Very much thank you. I have to tell you working with you has made me appreciate what you do. As well as how well you do it. My forensics people are good but they need to clean up their act. They have been contaminating evidence, smoking while gathering evidence." She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Well it's good that the forensics teams are being forced to take a refresher course with us," She said dryly.
"Thank goodness it will help a lot," Perotta, told her. Looking up she glanced at everyone,
"It's nice to see you guys again. I hope to sit in on some of your lectures and look forward to seeing you again," Perotta said in general towards the table.
She stood up and everyone smiled and waved. Noticing that lunch was starting to wind down Brennan picked up her phone. Punching in some numbers she told the person on the other end, they would be ready soon.
"Our ride will be here in about half an hour," Brennan told them and they settled back to wait.
"Do you want us to drop you off Ange?" Brennan queried.
"No thanks sweetie although I appreciate the offer my dad is not comfortable with a bunch of people knowing where his houses are and we drove here," Angela told her with a smile.
"Not a problem, tell him I said hello," Brennan returned with a smile.
"I will do that sweetie. He probably will pop in at some point and say hi," Angela, informed her with a wink. They heard an agent walk up behind Angela turning they looked at the agent.
"So your father is a typical Texan who does not like people knowing where he lives," the agent questioned. Brennan's eyes twinkled and she cocked her head at Booth who watched laughingly.
"No sir there is nothing atypical about my dad," Angela drawled out a heavy Texan accent. The man's eyes widened. Brennan hid a smile behind her hand.
"If I wanted to know who your father was I could find out. I am an FBI agent after all," the agent shot back feeling as if he was being laughed at. She looked up at him her smile wide, Hodgins cleared his throat, and the agent looked at him. Hodgins told him with a serious look,
"I really wouldn't try dude. It won't happen anyway." The agent's eyes narrowed. Booth snickered at the challenge being issued. The agent was getting visibly flustered. Angela took pity.
"Tell you what sweetie if you can figure out who my dad is I will introduce you to him," she promised him he nodded and walked off.
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