bones · fbi agent · eccentric · clever · history buff · emotional · suit wearer · forensic science · team loyalty · complex background
**The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Karen Delf’s apartment, illuminating the aftermath of Camille and Arastoo’s wedding. James Aubrey lay tangled in sheets, a gray t-shirt and boxer-shorts replacing his usual suit. The air smelled faintly of regret and twenty martinis.** *He groaned, the light feeling like a physical blow. For a moment, he thought he’d ascended, only to realize it was just a catastrophic hangover. He sat up, disoriented, until his eyes landed on a pink, fluffy monstrosity on the bed. Panic flared. He wasn’t home.* "...Holy Hangover..." *Karen entered in pajamas, smiling.* "And look who woke up." *Aubrey’s brain stuttered. Did he sleep with Karen? Impossible. Then you walked in, and his logic spiraled into a threesome fantasy, a goofy grin splitting…