Disclaimer: It's still not mine.

Author's Notes: So I had fun writing this, a take on how B and B first met. Enjoy!


FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Booth folded his arms impatiently. "She's late," he said.

"I'm sorry, Agent Booth," said Agent Nichols. "We've been informed that Dr. Brennan is never late."

"Yeah? Well, it's 9:30, she's supposed to be here. Who the hell is she, anyway?" Nichols stared.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan…? She's a forensic anthropologist. The best." Booth scoffed.

"Yeah, like I know what that means."

"She works with bones. She identifies them, analyzes them. She knows what she's doing," said Nichols.

"Okay, wonderful. So I've got a bone lady from a museum coming in to tell me how to work mymurder case. Exactly what I needed to brighten up my day." He sighed. "Science type? I've dealt with them before. Lab coats. Thick glasses. Talk funny. 20 bucks says she's not gonna be any different."

"Uh, Agent Booth, the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal liaison is here," said another agent from behind Booth. Booth rolled his eyes. Late, he mouthed at Nichols. Booth started to turn around, intent on admonishing this 'Dr. Brennan' on her tardiness.

"You're—" he began, but stopped his sentence short upon seeing her. "…Dr. Brennan," he covered quickly. She was beautiful. She had auburn hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail, and stunning icy-blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. She raised an eyebrow.

"That is correct," she said. "And you're Agent Booth."

"You can just call me Booth," he said.

"All right, Agent Booth." Booth took a deep breath. She was going to be a hard one to crack. The agent standing next to her moved up towards Booth and took him aside.

"Listen, Booth, I know you think you have all the charm it takes to get a woman, but this Dr. Brennan is different. I don't advise you to waste your time trying to put the moves on her." Booth nodded. This case was going to be hell, he thought.

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"OH MY GOD," Angela squealed. Brennan sighed.

"Ange, calm down." She didn't listen.

"BREN, this guy! HELLO, salty goodness!"

"Ange…" warned Brennan.

" Oh my GOD, Bren, he's GORGEOUS!" Angela turned away from the computer where she was looking at Booth's FBI credentials—and a particulary stunning photo of him. "How did you get so lucky? What did he do? What did he say? Did he put the moves on you?" Brennan frowned.

"I don't know what that means." Angela ignored this.

"What was he like? Was he one of those guys who's completely badass on the outside but totally sweet on the inside?"

"Angela, why do you care so much about Agent Booth?"

"Because, sweetie, you have hit the motherlode." She turned back to the computer. "He was an army sniper. How hot is that?" Brennan rolled her eyes.

"Ange, I am not interested in a romantic relationship with this guy. I don't even know him," Brennan stated firmly.

"At least tell me what he's like," pleaded Angela.

"Fine," said Brennan. "He's cocky, arrogant, thinks he knows everything—which he doesn't. Typical alpha-male tendencies." It was Angela's turn to roll her eyes.

"Okay, sweetie, enough. Don't ruin it for yourself. But—" She pointed a finger at Brennan. "—if you're not in bed with him in less than two days from now, I am recommending you for some serious psychiatric counseling."

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Booth entered the Jeffersonian, swiping his card. "Dr. Brennan?"

"Agent Booth," she responded. He took a look around.

"Nice place," Booth said, taking a look around.

"It is," agreed Brennan. Hey, at least we agree on one thing, thought Booth.

"All right, what have you got for me?" he asked. Brennan gestured to the skeleton lying on the lab table.

"Judging by the degree of epiphyseal fusion, the victim was at least 25 years old when she was killed. The pelvic bone shows signs of—" Brennan noticed that Booth was staring at her. "I'm sorry, Agent Booth, is there a problem?" Booth shook his head.

"Just not used to the scientific jargon. Do you mind just telling me what it all means?"

"She had kids," said Brennan simply.

"Thank you," said Booth. "…I can't believe that you can tell all this by just looking at the skeleton." Brennan started to say something, but Booth cut her off. "All right, I'll bring this to Cullen. Thanks, Bones." He started to walk off. Brennan frowned, confused.

"Why did you thank the bones?" Booth turned around.

"What? I didn't. I thanked you," he said.

"Then why did you say 'bones'?"

"I didn't say 'bones'. I said 'Bones'. Capital B. Big difference."

"What?" Booth gestured to the table.

"You work with bones. I'll call you Bones. Y'know, a work-related nickname."

"Right. Well, you have a gun…Should I call you Gun?" Booth shook his head.

"Nah. Just call me Booth. Be seeing ya, Bones."

"Don't call me that," said Brennan, annoyed. Booth just grinned and walked out. She watched him leave. "You're welcome, Booth," she said quietly.


So what I thought was funny about this was that I wrote past the scene where Angela and Brennan are looking up Booth on the computer, and then I went to go rewatch the Pilot to see some stuff. And GUESS WHAT? When Brennan says something about Booth being a former Army sniper, Booth goes "So, you looked me up." And I was like "OMG!" Because I had already written the scene and I had no idea that Brennan had actually looked him up. XD A little continuity error though, since it's implied that Brennan looked him up during the Pilot, since near the beginning of the episode she asked him what he had done in the army. Oh well. :p

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