Chapter One: Intern? What intern?
Temperance Brennan sat at her computer, typing up a closing report for the recent case she and Booth had solved. No matter how many motives were presented to her, Temperance could not figure out how anyone could take another's life. She shook her head quietly to herself as her fingers clicked against the keys mindlessly. Just then a knock resounded through the office.
Brennan sighed in exasperation. If it was Booth coming to check on her for the umpteenth time, she might just have to kill him with his own gun. While it was endearing… since she told him about the precious bundle growing within her abdomen, he had been considerably more antsy when they were separated and though she knew soon they would have to make a logical decision regarding her involvement in field work and telling the FBI and friends about said bundle, she despised being pestered in her office.
"Boo…" she began, looking up but was surprised to see a young girl with midnight hair that framed her face in soft curls. The girl in question tilted her head inquisitively, chocolate eyes curious before smiling shyly.
"Are you Dr. Brennan?" Her voice was soft and hesitant. Frightened even. Her posture was strong though, Brennan noticed. Her hands were pushed into her pockets and her arms were pushed out slightly, head high, shoulders firm, and feet planted firmly apart. Her gaze was intense and unwavering as she waited for a response.
When had Brennan started noticing things like this?
"I am Doctor Temperance Brennan. Why are you in my office?" Brennan's tone was her usual tone- cold, calm.
"I am here because Dr. Saroyan directed me here. I am to be an intern here in the Medic-Legal Lab…" The young woman spoke quickly and handed a Brennan a white slip of paper as she ran her fingers through her hair nervously.
Brennan retrieved the paper and read it promptly before raising her eyebrows. "A Veterinarian intern from the Biology department? They are aware that this is an anthropology department."
"They sent me here. I was told that this department was understaffed so…"
"Miss…" Brennan glanced at her paper. "Rivers. I don't know what you have been told but we are not in need of additional staff. That was a mistake on your superiors part. I'm sorry for the inconvience."
"I'm sorry too…because I am stuck here. My position is frozen and cannot be changed so I must work in this department.
Temperance Brennan sighed once more and leaned back in her chair. This intern could not possibly be right and she was about to find out the meaning of this irritatingly furiously annoyance caused by incompetence whether it took all night.