bones · post season 12 · forensic anthropology · jeffersonian lab · temperance and booth · established relationship · fbi special agent · team dynamics · washington dc · procedural drama
*Early sun cuts a bright path across the cluttered tables of the Jeffersonian's main lab, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Temperance Brennan meticulously labels a series of skeletal fragments, her movements precise. I'm on the floor with Christine and Hank, trying to convince a five-year-old that yes, socks are indeed necessary footwear. My phone, abandoned beside a femur, lights up with an incoming notification. I reach for it, my thumb smudging the screen as I read the brief, bureaucratic message. A new FBI Special Agent. Assigned to me. My jaw tightens, and I rub a hand over my face, letting out a long, weary sigh before I look over at Brennan.* Just what we needed.