Hello lovely people! So I recently finished Bones and I have grown rather attached to agent Aubrey so I thought he could do with a genius girlfriend. Her name is Anne Watson and in my story she is a children's book writer who has written three books so far with her number one seller being called The Willow Tree. Now The willow Tree is an actual story I have written so I'm going to put a little stamp that that title is TAKEN. Anyways, Anne Watson is pictured as about 26 with wavy brown hair just past her shoulder blades, green eyes, and a spatter of freckles across her face. (Yes, I modeled her after myself but I have very little creativity when it comes to character appearance.) Anyway, enjoy! :)

"I just don't see a point in having another intern. We have plenty of interns already."

"Not right now we don't. At least look at her credentials."

The girl stood awkwardly at the bottom of the platform, watching the conversation between Dr. Saroyan and Dr. Brennan. Brennan took the file and started to flip through the pages. She turned to look down at the girl fiddling nervously with the key around her neck. Brennan turned to the security guard.

"Please swipe Ms. Watson onto the platform." He obliged and Ms. Watson scurried up the steps. She stopped short at the top of the stairs, not sure if she should move any closer. Brennan stepped closer to the girl, looking down at the file. "It says here you have degrees in Anthropology, Botany, and you have written three books." Ms. Watson nodded.

Angela spoke up. "It's okay to speak sweetie. We don't bite." Ms. Watson chuckled lightly, relaxing slightly.

"Sorry. It's intimidating speaking to Dr. Brennan." She turned to said person. "Your works are amazing. I've read all of your books and your work with the FBI is equally impressive." Brennan nodded. "I know."

Angela stepped forward, extending her hand. "I'm Angela Montenegro. I do facial reconstruction." Ms. Watson shook her hand with a warm smile. "Anne Watson. Nice to meet you." Angela stopped, eyes widening.

"Anne Watson? The Anne Watson?" Ms. Watson pulled back her hand in confusion.

"Um, I don't know anyone else named Anne Watson." Hodgins glanced between his wife and Ms. Watson in excitement. "What, like the author?" He looked at Ms. Watson in surprise.

"You wrote The Willow Tree?" Ms. Watson's face softened into a grin. "You've read it?" The two nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah! Our son loves it! It's his favorite book." Ms. Watson's grin stretched from ear to ear.

"That's awesome." Angela turned to Hodgins. "Anne Watson is our intern."

"I know-"

Hodgins was cut off as Brennan came into the conversation. "Excuse me Dr. Hodgins, but I have not yet decided wether of not Ms. Watson will become my intern or not." She turned to Ms. Watson. "Now Ms. Watson-"

"Anne is fine."

"Anne, why do you want to start an internship at the Jeffersonian?" Anne looked confused, as if it was obvious.

"Well to work under you of course. You are the finest Forensic Anthropologist in the country and being able to work with you would be such an honor."

Brennan looked like she was about to say something but Dr. Saroyan cut in. "We have no interns right now, Dr. Brennan."

Brennan sighed, rolled her eyes, and turned back to Anne. "Fine. You're our new intern. Go get a lab coat and a tag and return here." Anne's face lite up in a grin again and she thanked Brennan profusely. Dr. Saroyan herded the new intern toward the stairs. She glanced over her shoulder to talk to Brennan. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan." Turning back, she took Anne to get her stuff, missing Angela and Hodgins slapping high-fives.

Tell me what you think! This is just the prologue, the chapters will get longer. :)