Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, the show belongs to Fox. Alex belongs to me.

Author's Note: Just to make this clear, Alex is a girl. 100 female.

A Second Chance

Alex waltzed into the lab say oh so sweetly, "Zach? Where's my favorite little cousin of mine?"

Booth put his card through the security swipe to turn off the loud blaring and strobe lights.

"There you are! Do you want to tell me why you were late? Never mind the fact that you didn't even pick me up. Or am I going to have to smack it out of you?" Alex at this point had taken her flip-flop off and held it menacing.

"Alex! Look I'm sorry about being late, and with Booth picking you up……Promise you won't laugh?"

"That depends on what it is." She put her flip-flop down on the ground and slid her foot back into it.

"Hodgins had left for the day, and Angela was doing facial restoration. Well"

"Zach, if you don't hurry, I think she going to hit you," Brennan chimed in without looking up from the body.

"I can't drive," he stated bluntly.

A moment of silence hung in the air, and then Alex started laughing. "You still can't drive?! You're what, 28?" Alex held her sides as she bent over laughing.

"29, and if you knew what I know about cars, you wouldn't either." Zach's face was beginning to turn pink.

"Your point? You need to learn how to drive."

"She's got you there Z-Man. You should be able to drive. I take it you're my 'student'."

"The name's Alex Miss Hodgins."

Angela stuck out her hand and said, "Please, call me Angela. It's nice to meet you. If you guys don't mind, I'm going to show Alex the Angelator." Angela led Alex to a room with a weird looking contraption in the middle. "This is the Angelator, my own invention, and finally patented. I can take a skull, scan it into the machine, and get a more accurate face. Wanna give it a try?" Angela held the pad out to Alex, who eagerly took it.

"Which skull should I do?"

"Why not this one?" Angela pulled up the schematics of a WWII victim. "I'll teach you how use everything."

For the next hour and a half, Angela taught Alex everything about the Angelator. They fiddled around with different skulls until Angela said, "I'm going to give you the case skull to work on. It hasn't been too badly damaged, so you should be fine. If you need me, I'll be in the lounge."

For the next half hour, Alex worked meticulously on the facial reconstruction. The victim was a Caucasian 16 year old girl, and had a small scar on the side of her head from a past surgery. Not noticing anything else, Alex decided to get Angela, so she could confirm Alex's work. She saw Booth and asked, "Agent Booth, this is probably a really silly question, but where's the lounge? Angela said that would be where she was, and I'm finished with the victim's face." She blushed from embarrassment.

"I'm headed up that way, just follow me. Call me Booth. So you're Zach's cousin. How does that work out?"

"What do you mean?" She cocked her head to side in puzzlement.

"Well, you're Spanish, and he's not. So once again, how does that work out?"

"My mom was from Spain. I apparently inherited all of my mother's gene. Including her ability to get sick all the time. Just to warn you, I'll probably be sick most of the time in the winter," she replied cynically.

All Booth said was, "Ah." They walked a bit more until they had reached a lounge looking area. "Here it is. Bones! Let's go! Police found another corpse in park. Sounds like it's the same type of thing." Booth hustled Bones out to the SUV.

"Angela? I finished facial reconstruction, and was wondering if you'd like to take a look at it. To make sure it's alright for Dr.Brennan." She hesitantly asked.

"Sure sweetie, but why are you shy? It's not like we're going to bite your head off." She joked as the walked down the stairs.

"Habit…I guess. I'm always wary of people since…." Alex trailed off looking into space.

"Since what?" Angela asked warily.

"I'd rather not say anything else. How many bodies have been found?" She deftly switched subjects.

"Three, not including the one that Booth and Brennan just went off to go look at. This is pretty good. The muscles over the jaws and cheeks need to be tightened up just a little bit. Besides that, I don't see anything else wrong." She flicked the light switch on, and a twinkle caught Alex's eye.

"How long have you been married?"

"What? Oh. Two years. Jack is the bug, slime, and dirt guy. Just don't ask him what type of dirt he's looking at, or he'll get annoyed. And believe me, an annoyed Jack at work, is not a good thing. It gives us all headaches."

Alex informed her she'd watch out for the d-word around Hodgins, and asked if she could draw up in the lounge till Booth and Brennan got back.

"Sure. I don't see why not. However; when Brennan and Booth get back, and the body gets combed over with a fine tooth comb and cleaned, Booth will probably make us go home."

"Don't you guys need Hodgins to look for bugs and analyze dirt particulates?" She hopped up the stairs.

"That's why I'm back. Zach called and said another body was being brought in tonight."

Angela hopped over to Hodgins and gave him a kiss on the check. "You should be in bed Jack. You already you a headache, and headaches, for you, lead into colds."

"I know, but if I wasn't here, you guys wouldn't have gotten an accurate scan. Also it was lonely back home." Hodgins finally noticed Alex and asked, "This the new kid?"

"This is Zach's cousin, Alex. Alex, this is Jack, the dirt-bug-slime guy, and my loving husband."

"Alex. Is that short for Alexandra?" Jack curled his arms around Angela's waist.

"No, just Alex. So you're the one that lives on the estate/mansion thingy."

Hodgins nodded in consent, and led Angela away asking her something. Alex fixed the portrait, and headed to her bags. There, she drew out a sketch pad, pencils, and colored pencils. She made her way up to lounge, settled down on a large comfy couch, and began to sketch. If someone had been behind her, they would've seen the beginning sketch of a boy, around 7. Sandy brown hair hung loosely around his molten gold eyes. His skin was the color of caramel burnt by the sun's rays. Alex felt her eyes struggling to stay awake, and finally let sleep take over.

Author's Note: Reviews are greatly appreciated. Even harsh criticism, it let's me know what's wrong, and what to fix. Just not too harsh please. Thanks.