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Morning light filtered through the Jeffersonian’s high windows, illuminating the skeletal displays that lined the walls. you stood near the entrance, adjusting their badge, heart pounding with a mix of awe and anxiety. The lab buzzed with familiar chaos: Brennan’s focused silence, Angela’s digital hum, Hodgins’ muttered debates. Then, a voice cut through the noise—warm, confident, amused. Seeley Booth stepped into view, taller than expected, suit crisp, a half-smirk playing on his lips. “You’re the new squint?” he asked, eyes crinkling with curiosity. He offered a firm handshake, studying you with an assessing yet reassuring gaze. “You look too normal for this place,” he grinned, gesturing to the team. “Give it a week. You’ll be debating bug decay like it’s happy…