This chapter brings us Agent Ted Thompson, an original character first seen in my first Bones fanfic, Silence is Golden. I debated on which intern to use before deciding to use both Daisy and Jessica. I hope you enjoy.

If you want a reference, you can check out SIG Chapter 26, where the character is introduced. He's mentioned in a few more chapters until the end.

This takes place sometime after 11 x 17: The Secret In The Service.

Agent Ted Thompson arrived at a park on the Anacostia River, annoyed to be at a multiple body crime scene at 5:30 AM. Getting out, he chugged a drink from his coffee, locked the door, and walked towards the area. When he got there, he focused his brown eyes around until he saw Daisy Wicks there.

Five days earlier, he tried to get her phone number while she was processing a crime scene they were at together. To his surprise, she turned him down flat and walked away. In his experience, single mothers were sure things. She should be grateful a man as handsome as him would consider spending time with her.

Pissed off at her indifference, he turned around only to be confronted by a tall, skinny man with red hair wearing a Jeffersonian jumpsuit in front of him shooting daggers.

"Back away, trogdolyte. She's not for you."

He didn't see the tall guy around, so maybe today, he would wear the anthropologist down. Surely, she needed to get laid at some point and honestly so did he. When he would younger, he could always count on a willing female, but now it was getting tough. Besides, women his age weren't as firm as the younger ones.

All the available female agents thought they were better than him, but he knew he could do better. Working that same scene, he observed that the females from the Jeffersonian were mostly hot and had potential.

Heading towards Daisy, he was stopped by Agent Booth's voice.

"Thompson, interview the people that found the body. I'm going to talk to the squints to see if they found anything so far."

Keeping his annoyance in check, the agent relaxed. "Yes, Agent Booth."

Stymied in his pursuits, Agent Thompson headed over to the fidgety group by the trees.

Fifteen minutes later, the agent finished talking to the witnesses while biting his tongue. He didn't get how five people in the same place could have totally different descriptions. It was plain ass annoying.

Looking back over to the body site, he saw Daisy with another person working on the body before she stood up. As she walked away, she held what looked like a bone. He headed to follow her when he saw the remaining person lift her head and turn.

The red hair was striking with her pale complexion. Slim and very beautiful. Definitely doable.

He watched the squint talk to Doctor Brennan and Doctor Saroyan before the two other women left. Reaching into a case, she pulled out a few items and bent down to where the body was lodged in several inches of dirt. He saw her look up and talk with one of the other Jeffersonian squints and she had a killer smile.

Forgetting about Daisy, he walked up to the girl and saw she was about to stand up. Rushing over, placed his hand around her arm and pulled her up.

"Excuse me." The woman said in a borderline hostile tone.

Thompson gave the young woman what he called his 'panty dropping' smile. "My apologies. I thought you could use some help getting out of there."

The redhead brushed off her pants. "Thank you, but I could have got myself up. Please don't sneak up on me or other women like that. We really don't like that kind of surprise."

The agent watched as she walked to a nearby table and grabbed another tool before heading back to her place. Walking closer, he stood by her. "I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new?"

"No, I've been an intern with the Jeffersonian for over two years now. You haven't seen me because Agent Aubrey usually works with Agent Booth on our cases. Unfortunately, he's on temporary desk duty until next week. I'm assuming you're going to be working under Doctor B's husband for this case."

The agent bristled as he knew that his SAC would take lead. Other SACs barely stuck their nose in. Why couldn't Seeley Booth be one of those?

"That I am. If you don't mind me saying, you don't look old enough to work for the FBI."

The woman turned to him with faint annoyance. "Contrary to your opinion, I'm 28 years old and will have my Doctorate in Forensic Anthropology in less than 2 years. I also hold two bachelor degrees, one of them in Forensic Science, and a Masters in Anthropology."

"That's a lot for a pretty girl like you." Thompson said while flashing the same smile. "I'm Agent Ted Thompson in case you were wondering."

Jessica looked at him but didn't crack even a grin. "I wasn't, but good to know. If you don't mind, I'm very busy right now, Agent. Doctor B likes us to be through but efficient."

He knew he was getting the brush off, but he wasn't deterred by her cool indifference. "Of course. I hope to see you again."

The intern merely tipped her head. "I'm sure you do."

When he saw her turn away to continue her work, Thompson walked over to the lead FBI technician. "Hey Marcus, who's the hottie over there?"

Marcus looked in the direction being pointed to. "That's Jessica Warren, one of Doctor Brennan's squinterns."

Thompson smiled. "Jessica Warren, huh? I wouldn't mind getting into her Jeffersonian jump suit."

"I've heard she has a boyfriend in the Bureau, Ted. Might want to rethink that." Marcus replied.

"I heard nothing about a boyfriend from her. Damn, there's something about those redheads—"

"Agent Thompson."

The federal agent turned around to see Temperance Brennan standing there. "Doctor Brennan, what can I do for you?"

"Please don't waste my interns' time in the future. Ms. Warren and Ms. Wick have important work to do and should not be distracted by your attempts at flirting. Do it again and I will have to file a report with Agent Booth. Understood?"

Thompson seethed internally. Years ago, he tried several times to get somewhere with her, but his SAC constantly cock blocked him. Now they were married and she always acted like she was better than everyone else here.

"Sure Doctor B."

"That's Doctor Brennan to you." Brennan said before turning to the other man. "Marcus, it's nice to see you back at work. The woman who was interim team leader in your place the last couple of weeks left something to be desired."

"It's nice to be back. Thank you for that email you sent on Monday of your observations while I was on sick leave. The matters you brought up will be taken care of."

"You're welcome. I will let Booth know also but we are taking the body back to the Jeffersonian for examination. Good day, gentlemen."

Thompson watched her walk away. "She's always got a stick up her ass."

"Agent Thompson."

The man froze as Marcus walked away to the nearby van out of the line of fire. Turning around, Thompson saw Agent Booth standing there with a pissed off look on his face.

"Let's get one thing straight. You're only on this case because Hacker is running our division while Stark is at a conference this week. That means you appreciate where you're at and treat all colleagues, including the squints and squinterns, with respect. You don't have to love my wife, but you will not make derogatory comments about her because she wants to ensure the integrity of the crime scene. Understood?"

'Man, he's pussy whipped.' Thompson thought. "Yes, Agent Booth."

"Good. Now get your notes to Agent Aubrey and follow up with the squints this afternoon."

"Asshole." Thompson muttered as his boss walked away. Deciding to give the redhead his phone number, he turned around but only saw the man she called Wendell. "Damn."

Well, at least he had a name now and knew where she worked.

An hour later, Agent Thompson arrived on the 4th floor of the Hoover. The closer he got to Agent Aubrey's office, the more annoyed he became.

He had twelve years in the Bureau compared to Aubrey's seven. However, when Agent Booth had to appoint someone as his ASAC, he chose the scrawny little shit that kissed his ass when he returned after prison. He was only a Senior Special Agent like he was, but he always had something to say like he was important. Unfortunately, he had to wait for Aubrey to screw up before getting his office and becoming Booth's ASAC.

As he got closer to the agent's office, he heard him on the phone. Listening, he could tell Agent Aubrey's wasn't happy.

"He hit on you? That rat bastard. I'm going to kick his ass…what do you mean how? I'm an FBI agent…so what? I have one good foot and ankle. My crutches can compensate…of course I trust you to take care of yourself…no I'm not jealous. I just don't like assholes hitting on my girlfriend."

Thompson attempted to hold a chuckle as he continued to listen.

"The doctor said I'll probably be off the crutches by Saturday. No, I didn't tell Booth what happened. Anyone who asks I tell them I tripped over Skinner in the middle of the night. We are the only two who know…well, us, my cat, and the shower."

There was a moment of silence before Aubrey spoke up again.

"Okay, okay I'll let you handle it, but if he pulls anything, one of my crutches is going up his ass or I'm shooting him…Honey, I'll take the suspension. That way I can spend more time with you to make up for spraining my ankle over the weekend…yeah, you better get on the platform. Still on for lunch in my office? Awesome…yeah, I love you too. Bye."

Thompson was trying to control his laughter when he heard Aubrey. "Thompson, you can quit eavesdropping on my phone calls."

Biting his tongue, the agent went in. "Here is a copy of the notes from the case. Booth said—"

"Booth already briefed me before you got here. He wants you to follow up on the eyewitness accounts as soon as Angela gets an identification on our vic."

"I'll call her and tell her to get a move on it. I'm not sitting around all day waiting for squints."

"You will wait as long as it takes because there's a reason they're the best. You call and harass them, I will encourage them to file a report."

"What the hell am I supposed to do then?"

"Well, your job, Agent Thompson. There are other leads to follow up on."

Thompson wanted to punch the younger agent, but kept his wits about him. Turning, he was almost out of the office when Aubrey stopped him.

"By the way, Doctor Brennan called and informed me that you enjoy flirting with the squinterns. Don't. You're there to do a job, not score with any available female. Now get out of my office."

Thompson walked out and headed to his desk in the bullpen. Getting on the computer, he typed for a few minutes until he found what he was looking for. "Bingo."

Grabbing his phone, he started sending a text.

Hey it's Agent Thompson. Sending cell phone # & ext. Call me l8r & we can go 4 drinks.

An hour later, he got a response.

How did u get my #?

Thompson sent the following response. FBI DB. Now when do u want 2 go 4 drinks?

Thirty seconds later, he got a response and he had a flash of annoyance.

No drinks. Not interested. Have a bf. Don't txt me again.

Then a second message came.

This is Daisy Wick. I'm not interested either.

Thompson smiled. "I don't give a shit about that Daisy anymore and you're playing hard to get. Red, I'll have you in bed by the end of the week."

At 12:00 PM, Thompson arrived at the Jeffersonian for an update. First he went to Angela's office, where she was still trying to ID the victim though the items found at the scene.

"The body arrived here at 7:30 this morning. I thought you were some super genius with facial recognition."

The woman turned around annoyed. "I'm doing the best I can with what I have. You don't have to be a dick."

"Just get it done. I have a case to solve."

Angela gave a fake smile and spoke with a sarcastic, saccharine tone. "If you think you can do better, get your ass over here and do it, Agent Thompson. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my office until you get some manners."

Leaving the artist's office, Thompson asked a tech who showed him where the Ookey Room was. Entering, he saw Hodgins looking at results from the GCMS.

"Okay you wife gave me zero. What about you? You're supposed to be a science genius and I've got a case to solve."

Hodgins turned his wheelchair around. "I'm still examining evidence and nothing new has come up since you called an hour ago."

"Great. Leads are going to dry up and it will be thanks to all of you." Thompson said before storming out.

Halfway towards the exit, he saw the redhead coming out of what looked like a locker room with her purse. Walking over, he turned on the charm as he grew closer.

"Hey there, Red. Heading out for lunch?"

"Nope, going to my second job as a stripper, Agent Thompson. Bye."

"Very cute, Red." Thompson said. "How about we hit the diner for lunch? My treat."

"No thanks. I am bringing my boyfriend lunch and running an errand. Excuse me."

Thompson blocked Jessica's way. "What about drinks tonight at the Founding Fathers?"

"How about you take a hint that I'm not interested. Now back off."

"Agent Thompson."

The two turned to the side to see Cam Saroyan standing there. "Jessica, Doctor Brennan let me know that you're taking a longer lunch today since you were called in on your day off to the crime scene."

"Daisy and I appreciate the long lunches today, Doctor Saroyan. Daisy went to have lunch with little Lance and do a couple of errands."

"Not a problem. We'll see you two later."

"Thanks."

Thompson watched as the object of his lust walked out, admiring her long legs with her knee length dress. His thought were interrupted by Cam.

"Agent Thompson, let have a chat in my office, shall we?"

"Sorry Doc, I have a case to work." Thompson said.

"As do I. We either talk in my office, or I call Agent Booth and talk to him. Your choice."

The agent knew he was stuck so he reluctantly followed the pathologist to her office.

At 7:00, Thompson was finishing up his work for the day when he saw Agent Aubrey limp into Booth's office. When he was done a short time later, he walked over to the cabinet as he was looking for a file and listened in.

"Booth, I'm going to kick his ass."

"Didn't your girlfriend ask you to let her handle it?"

"She did and I showed restraint all day. I know she could kick the shit out of him and she told me earlier that she took care of it. However, if he does anything else, I'm going to do something about it. Besides, if it happened to Doctor B, would you just her 'handle it?'"

"Shut up, Aubrey. Moving along, as long as you are 100% recovered and get the Aircast off, you're back to full duty next week."

"Thank God. Stuck in the office sucks."

"Well, serves you right for tripping on your cat. How the hell do you do that?"

"It happens, Booth. Now, let's finish up here so you can go home and I'll be ready when my girlfriend comes and gets me."

"Hopefully she won't find out that you haven't been using your crutches all day, Aubrey."

'Pathetic' Thompson thought before deciding on one last cup of coffee.

Grabbing his cup he was almost there when he saw Jessica head into the break room. When he got in, he saw her take a bag of chips out of the machine and go to the fridge for a bottle of water. "I knew you couldn't stay away."

Jessica turned around an scowled at him. "I'm here to snag a bottle of water and take my boyfriend home, not to see you. Excuse me."

Thompson stood about two feet in front of her. "Not until you agree to go out with me. You won't regret it."

"I'm regretting this conversation now. I will ask you one more time. Get out of my way and leave me alone unless it's a work related manner. If you don't, I'm going to kick your ass. Then, my boyfriend will kick your ass."

"I do like a feisty woman." Thompson said before walking closer and placing his hand over hers on the counter.

Not even a second later, a sharp pain hit him in the genitals. When he doubled over, he felt her hand holding his head and couldn't stop her knee from connecting to his nose. Pulling his hand away, he saw blood gushing into his hand.

"You bitch! You fucking hit me! I'm calling the cops."

"Don't even think about it or I'll shove one of my crutches so far up your ass it will come out your mouth."

Inching his way around, Thompson lifted his body up while holding his nose down. In his view was Agents Aubrey with an ankle cast on his left foot and Booth with his arms crossed.

"What the fuck, Aubrey? Do something. She hit me." Thompson groaned.

Aubrey hobbled over to Jessica, his left foot 'accidentally' stepping on Agent Thompson on the way. "Very sorry about that, Ted."

Thompson could only watch in shock as Jessica kissed Aubrey. "See, Aubrey? I told you I could handle myself without you resorting to being suspended."

"Yeah, you were right. Those older brothers of yours showed you some good moves. Like how you broke his nose with your knee, Jess."

"Thank you, Superman, but don't forget I had almost broken yours several weeks ago."

"Wait." Thompson said while holding his nose. "Aubrey's your boyfriend?"

"He most certainly is." Jessica said before looking at Aubrey. "Boyfriend, where are your crutches?"

"Really? You just beat the crap out of an agent who was sexually harassing you and all you care about is where my crutches are?"

Jessica crossed her arms. "Yes."

Thompson watched the two bicker for a moment before he felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw the annoyed face of his SAC.

"We're going to have a nice chat about sexual harassment and then tomorrow we're going to make arrangements for you to attend a fun class for several weeks."

"Booth, she broke my nose. I need medical attention."

"Well, I need to go home to my family but your stupid ass has messed that up for me. In my office now, Agent Thompson."

"Just a second please, Agent Booth." Jessica said before coming closer. "Daisy wanted me to give him a message."

Turning to the injured agent, the redhead spoke. "Daisy said to tell you that if you hit on her again that she'll take the bone saw from the lab and castrate you in your sleep one night."

"What the fuck? Booth! She's threatening me."

Booth shrugged his shoulders. I didn't hear any threats. Aubrey, did you hear any threats?"

"Not a one, Booth."

"Sorry Ted, no proof of a threat." Booth said. "Now, I have to call my wife and let her know I'll be late. Be in my office in five minutes."

"Fine." He said before Booth stormed back to his office. As she shuffled slowly away in pain, he could hear Jessica and Aubrey's conversation.

"Go without your crutches again and I'll tell everybody how you really hurt your ankle, Aubrey."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. It's called tough love."

As Thompson made his way to Booth's office, only one thought raced through his mind.

'Stay away from the women of the Jeffersonian.'