Chapter 1
"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay hon?" My best friend Willow asked me as she guided me to what was most likely the entrance of the Jeffersonian. After my run in with Pelant left me blind, I was relying on people like Willow to help me get used to new places. My photographic memory sure does help with that.
"Um, hi there… Johnny. My friend here, Spencer, she has an interview with Dr Brennan, the anthropologist? Can you, like, take her there for me? I mean, I would, but I have some old guy to prosecute or something." Willow asked a guard.
"Sure. Right this way, Miss." The guy said, taking my arm.
"Thank-you, Johnny. Bye Will!" I said, walking with the guard. He led me round long corridors and up and down lots of staircases. I memorised the route and finally we reach the lab. He let go of my arm and I faltered, I had no clue what to do next. Luckily Johnny must have seen that before he left.
"Excuse me! Dr Hodgins?" He called out.
"What's the matter? Is it Pelant?" A man, who must have been Dr Hodgins, answered.
"No, sir. This lady has an interview with Dr B. but she doesn't know where to go, because she's… y'know, visually impaired?" Johnny told him.
"You can say blind, it's not a bad word or whatever." I said calmly, fiddling with my walking stick.
"Okay, follow- er wait, no… um, do you need to hold on to my arm?" Dr Hodgins asked me, sounding confused. I nodded, after which he offered me his arm and led me to Dr Brennan's office.
"So, what's your name?" He asked me, curiously. "I'm Hodgins, the bugs and slime guy."
"Spencer." I replied. "Nice to meet you, Hodgins."
"Is that your first name, or last?" He wondered aloud.
"First. I don't exactly have a last name. I was kidnapped and the FBI have no clue who I am, except for the fact that my first name is Spencer so…" I trailed off. Hodgins realised that I didn't want to talk about it so he changed the subject.
"So, what do you have a doctorate in, Spencer?"
"Forensics, Forensic Anthropology and I almost have a doctorate in Psychology. I was really bored so I started to get the Psych. degree, but I thought it was sort of stupid and didn't finish it." I told him, and he laughed at my views on psychology.
"I think Sweets would be slightly offended by that, but everyone around here hates psychology, especially Brennan. Anyway, how old are you? You only look about 22 years old!" exclaimed Hodgins, sounding even more curious than before. In response I nodded.
"Here we are! This is Dr Brennan's office. Good luck!" Said Hodgins, knocking on Dr Brennan's door.
"Hodgins, unless that girl is relevant to the case, please take her out of here. I have an interview with Dr Oakley, who has yet to show up." A woman called from inside the office, sounding slightly frustrated.
"I am Dr Oakley, I assume that you are Dr Brennan." I said, feeling slightly nervous.
"Oh, I apologize; I didn't know that you were blind, or as young as you are. Although, I am unsure if you will be able to work here. I doubt that you will be able to see the bones to examine them, be able to use the computers and find evidence at the crime scenes." Dr Brennan stated, sounding slightly disappointed.
"Bren, way to be harsh! I'm sure that you can do these things sweetie. I'm Angela by the way." Another voice called out.
"Nice to meet you, Angela. Please, feel free to call me Spencer; Oakley isn't my last name. The FBI is still trying to find out who I am, and I don't like to be reminded of my past. And Spencer is the name my real parents gave me so…" I trailed off. "But, I can identify what has happened to the bones, you don't need to see them, just feel them. And I have a computer for the blind, if it is hooked up to the server here, I can use it to work on. The only thing I can't do at the moment is examine the scene of the crime, but I've heard about surgery they can do that may restore my sight, so potentially, I could see again."
Everyone was silent for a moment, as they let what I said sink in.
"Okay, then. Let's start the interview."