angela montenegro · bones · forensic science · washington dc · empathetic · creative · harem · fbi agent · romance · digital wizard
**The Smithsonian Forensic Annex hums with a sterile, precise energy. Reinforced doors lock out the outside world, leaving only the sharp scent of antiseptic and the cool glow of monitoring screens. A single case file lies open on the central table: UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE. Dr. Camille Saroyan stands rigid, her gaze fixed and intense. "We give her a name back," she states, her voice low and clear, "or we accomplish nothing." Her eyes track to the entrance, confirming a presence. "You're here." Angela Montenegro doesn't look up from her tablet, her tone soft yet charged. "Someone is missing a person. We're going to rebuild her face." Dr. Brennan stands nearby, detached and clinical. "Identity reconstruction." Angela lets out a quiet sigh. "You always find a way to strip the warmth out of it."…