Title: The Passing of the Administrative Torch
Summary: The new department head is introduced and she has a surprising connection with one or two members of the collective team. Dun, dun, dunnnnnn!
Disclaimer: Bones is the property of FOX and affiliates; I'm only borrowing 'em for a bit.
Author's Notes: I suck. I fully and completely admit it. I suck. I completely abandoned this story; letting it fall by the wayside.
My excuses? That after the whole mess with Zack being the Gormagon's apprentice, I was just so put off by the whole thing (though I love most of the "interns") that I didn't want to work on something that featured him so prominently as a character. And then I got caught up in the madness that is RL, and then I picked up another story or two, and then, well, and then this one managed to sneak past me and I wasn't sure just what to do with it.
I hope that you're not disappointed with this chapter, and hopefully (*crosses fingers*) the next few chapters will be quicker in coming. Of course, anything would be quicker than the dormant state this story has been in previously. A huge thank-you to everybody who reviewed even though I'd abandoned this story! Those reminders were what I needed to get going on it again.
"May I have everyone's attention for a moment?" Doctor Goodman stood in the center of the platform; a tall woman with appraising dark eyes, no nonsense business attire, and her hair pulled back, standing ramrod straight beside him.
Zack and Angela turned, but Hodgins, being stubborn, and Brennan, absorbed in what she was studying, ignored or remained oblivious to Goodman's call to attention.
"I realize you're all dedicated at your work," Goodman's voice carried his administrative tone, "But the sooner you listen to my announcement, the sooner you can get back to whatever has you so fascinated."
Brennan looked up from her work, awaiting him to proceed and Hodgins, with a sharp nudge in the side from Angela begrudgingly focused his eyes on his boss.
"As I'm sure you've all been informed, I am taking a leave of absence from the Jeffersonian for the time being," Goodman began, "And before I go, I have appointed a new head of Forensics to oversee this portion of the medico-legal lab. Therefore, everyone, this is Doctor Camille Saroyan," Goodman swept his hand palm up to indicate the squints who watched him carefully, pointing out each of them in turn, "Doctor Saroyan, this is Doctor Hodgins, Doctor Addy, and Miss Montenegro, and you remember Doctor Brennan."
"Hi," Saroyan began, with a severe jerk of her hand as a wave, "I'm glad to be here, and I look forward to working alongside each of you. I hope that you can learn to trust and value my work here, just as you have Doctor Goodman's."
"I trust that you will all treat Doctor Saroyan with the same respect and deference that you would me," Doctor Goodman intoned, choosing to ignore the suspicious sounding snort emanating from Hodgins' direction, "I am glad to have had the pleasure and the privilege of working with each of you."
The three of them sat silently in Sweets' office; Brennan and Booth on the sofa, Sweets on the chair directly in front of them. While Brennan and even Sweets sat comfortably in the silence; Booth wasn't so lucky as the muscled FBI Agent fidgeted incessantly.
His knee had started bouncing upon sitting down, and it was driving his wife crazy.
"Stop that," She admonished in a hushed voice, clamping a hand on the offending appendage.
"Sorry," He mouthed, grimacing.
"Nervous Agent Booth?" Sweets asked as if the answer was of no consequence, despite the tinge of smugness in his tone.
"Uneasy," Booth replied with a glare aimed directly for the young psychiatrist, "Which is all your fault."
"You know he hates sitting in silence," Brennan added, her hand still blocking his knee from jiggling again.
"You weren't talking either," Sweets was quick to point out, and Brennan argued,
"Because you resent the loss of control within your environment."
"I resent," Sweets began, chagrined, and Brennan finished for him,
"You feel usurped. You get," She paused, searching for the appropriate word, and her husband supplied it with a trace of that same smugness Sweets had just carried,
"Touchy, Bones. He gets touchy."
"Exactly," Brennan nodded succinctly, and Booth leaned back and directed his speech to her,
"He feels threatened by our magnitude."
"We are very magnamous," Brennan agreed; the two of them trading restrained tight-lipped smiles.
Sweets rolled his eyes, realizing they had hijacked the session again. Grinning more to himself than anything or anyone else, he brought their attention back around with a sure-fire attention-grabber,
"So, I guess this really is couples counseling now eh?"
Brennan rolled her eyes, and Booth shifted himself in his seat on the sofa and continued to pin the younger man with a glare that would send most off to quake in their boots. Though inwardly intimidated, Sweets outwardly continued to project that little smile that he knew drove Booth near insane.
"Lunch time!" Zack announced, dragging off his latex gloves with a snap. Glancing over his shoulder, he begrudgingly asked Hodgins, "You coming?"
"I'm in," Angela agreed quickly, pushing her chair so it rolled away from the desk she'd been working at, "Hodgins?"
But Hodgins' attention was diverted as he caught sight of a pretty brunette being directed to the waiting area not far off by Nelson, the nervous security guard, "Can't," Hodgins snapped off his own gloves, and began to shuck his lab coat. As he disappeared around a corner, presumably to get his jacket, he called over his shoulder, "I've got plans. See you guys later."
"Yeah, okay," Angela waved to his back, "Bye."
"Vivian," She heard Zack murmur off at his side, and it clicked with her; the sister, Booth's sister. Hodgins had plans with Booth's sister? Pushing it from her mind, Angela placed a hand on Zack's shoulder, squeezing gently,
"C'mon Zack," She gently began to pull him away, "Let's go get something to eat."
Jacket in hand, he jogged up the stairs to the lounge where Nelson had reluctantly left her to wait, "Hey you," Hodgins grinned, kissing her cheek and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Are you ready?" Vivian asked her own smile in place.
"Yeah," Giving her shoulders a quick squeeze, Hodgins pulled his arm back and shrugged on his jacket, "Royal Diner on 5th?"
"Sounds good," She agreed, linking her arm through his.
Zack grumbled to himself as he stuck his requisite container of macaroni and cheese into the staff lounge microwave. He shut the microwave door too hard, and it swung back, hitting him in the arm. He tried to shut it again, angry, and the swinging door returned harder; this time catching the young doctor in the chest.
To Angela, it looked as if Zack was having some kind of spasm as he tried to work the microwave. He was now flailing at the swinging door as he continued to do battle with the appliance. Shaking her head and wondering what could have possibly inspired a fight to the death with the microwave, Angela got up from her chair a few feet away from Zack and his struggles.
"Zack," She called, but he ignored or didn't hear her, "Zack!"
It took the young anthropologist to finally stop being attacked, or attacking the microwave and look over at her. Stepping between him and the renegade appliance, Angela softly closed the door, both of them listening for the dull click as it latched. Zack looked defeated as he turned away and headed for a chair at the same table Angela had originally been seated at.
"How long?" Angela asked, through the soft beeping as she pressed a few buttons.
"What?" Zack asked, making it obvious he wasn't listening, and making Angela all the more curious as to what was bothering him this badly.
"How long?" When he still looked bewildered, she sighed, "How long do you cook this for?"
"A couple of minutes," He said, propping his chin in his hand and slumping his shoulders.
Pressing a few more buttons on the panel, the microwave buzzed to life and Angela turned and leaned back against the cabinets, her hands on the counter top, "Alright Zack-attack, what's eating you?"
"Meet the new head today?" Vivian asked curiously, stabbing a piece of lettuce from her salad. Hodgins nodded; his mouth full of cheeseburger. While he chewed, Vivian calmly sipped her drink before questioning, "First impressions?"
Dramatically swallowing, Hodgins began with, "She's hot."
She shook her head, "You are such a fourteen-year-old boy."
"Hey," Shrugging, he pointed at her with a limp French fry, "You asked for first impressions."
Vivian rolled her eyes, and brandishing her fork in his direction, asked, "Did you at least get her name perv-boy?"
"Of course I did," Hodgins replied with pretend offense, "It's Doctor, uh, Doctor. Um, Sa-something," His face was puzzled as he tried to pull the name from the recesses of his mind, "It's definitely Doctor Sa-something."
Vivian couldn't help it; boisterous laughter burst forth from her, her shoulders shook as she laughed loudly; leaning backwards first, then forwards with her palms landing silently on the table top. Between gasps for breath Vivian sputtered, "All you can say is she's hot? She's your boss. You can't even remember her name?"
"I can," Hodgins protested, "It's just escaping me for the moment."
She continued to laugh, ignoring the elderly couple watching her distastefully from a few tables over. Though he enjoyed seeing her laugh, Hodgins glowered at his friend, "It's not that funny."
"Yeah, it kind of is," Vivian ignored the stares from an older couple a few tables away.
Brennan reached for her ringing cell phone from where it lay on the desk. Flipping it open and wedging the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she continued to work along on her computer, she answered with the customary, "Brennan."
"Hello Doctor Brennan, this is Doctor McGillvary's office calling," An overly bubbly, barely post-adolescent voice replied, "Would you please hold?"
"Alright," Brennan agreed uncertainly, curious as to what was going on, what the doctor had to say. Had something come back in one of her tests?
"Alright-y then, one moment please," The girl chirruped, and soft elevator music began to play over the line.
Brennan tried to focus on her computer screen as she waited; not on the musical rendition of Muskrat Love that was playing, nor the slight unease she was feeling. Soon though, Dr. McGillvary's voice cut through the music,
"Hello?" He didn't pause before asking, "Doctor Brennan?"
"Hello," Brennan replied flatly.
"Doctor Brennan," McGillvary skipped the pleasantries he may have engaged in had he been speaking to any other patient. But he knew Brennan, and knew she wouldn't oblige. Instead, he pressed right into his reason for calling, "I have the results of your blood tests back."
"So," Vivian asked as she dropped in a completely unladylike fashion into her favorite armchair, "You ever find out the new boss's name, my curly-haired conspiracy theorist?"
Hodgins squinted at her from across the room. While Vivian continued to smile at him; Zack tried not to notice the exchange,
"The new department head? Her name is Doctor Saroyan. She's a pathologist; used to be a coroner."
"See?" Vivian teased, tossing a pillow at Hodgins, "Zack can get a name."
While Zack preened, Hodgins mocked,
"Zack's all empirical logic. But me?" Hodgins placed a hand on his chest with a goofy look on his face, "I'm part heart," He then launched the pillow back, but it bounced off her head, "Viv? You there?"
She shook herself a bit, bringing her attention back around, "Did you say Dr. Saroyan? As in Doctor Camille Saroyan?" She asked, letting the pillow lie on the floor.
"Uh, yeah, I believe so," Zack answered, confused.
"Why?" Hodgins squinted.
"Oh crap," Vivian started to mutter, crawling from the chair and fidgeting, "Oh crappity-crap-crap."
"Vivian?" Zack called, and Hodgins added,
But the only answer they received didn't clarify anything for them. Instead, it caused more confusion, "Has Brennan met her yet?"
"Crap," She hissed again, "What about Seeley?"
Taking a second to realize that Seeley was Booth, the two squints were shaking their heads or shrugging their shoulders.
Before she could answer; her phone began vibrating across the coffee table, and she pounced on it, "Good evening Clarice," She greeted whoever was on the line.
"I take it you've heard," Booth snickered onto the line.
"It's been mentioned. What're you gonna do?"
"Obviously you're either calling me for advice in informing your lady-love, or because you need a couch for the night," Vivian summed up quickly, "Have you told your wife about your previously torrid connection to her new supervisor?"
"It wasn't torrid," Her brother quickly disputed, "It was," He trailed off there, and she picked up the connection,
"Yeah, because torrid doesn't even begin to cover the noises that scarred me for life," She jokingly concluded briefly,
"We—what? Jesus Viv, honey I'm sorry, if I had," Here she had to cut off his guilt-ridden rant to inform him,
"Seeley, big-brother-man, slow your roll on the guilt train. None of my scars are your fault," Vivian swallowed, and then grabbed hold of the conversation before he turned it to ask about those scars, "You have to tell Bren, before she hears about it from somebody else. Somebody like, oh, I don't know, Camille?"
Booth groaned on the other end of the line. Knowing his little sister was right, he let her have her subject change, for now, "I know, I know kid. I'll tell her. I will."
"Like right now, even."
He was rolling his eyes, she was sure of it, "All right kiddo, I've got it."
"Okay," Vivian pushed a small smile into her voice, "I like her Seeley. And I like that she loves my big brother. You deserve someone who loves you."
"Thank you Vivian," The moment would have resulted in a hug, had the two been face-to-face, but instead it ended up with soft smiles on either side of the telephone line, "You deserve that too honey."
As she ended the call with her brother and returned to the living room from where she'd wandered into the kitchen during the conversation, she was met with identical stares of confusion.
"What?" She asked, shrugging.
"Nothing," Hodgins evaded, following her lead, and Zack was even more befuddled at the meaning behind the gaze the other two shared.
Okay, I realize that this chapter has a lot of Author's Notes, but I have just a couple more remarks to make.
In regards to Zack, there are two ways the story can go. One, he can exit, as he did on the show, and the story can progress without him. Or two, I can skip the Gormogon thing completely, in respect of him being the evil apprentice. And so I open it up to the floor, as I can proceed on either route.
Also, I've been reading over the older chapters, and making them over a bit. It isn't anything story-shattering, but perhaps a few explanation bits that should have been included when the original chapters were posted. I haven't posted most of the "improved" chapters, but I have been thinking about revamping a few of them to make some parts of them clearer, and possibly alter the Booth siblings back-story just a tad with what we've most recently learned about the parental Booths. The changes shouldn't require a re-read of the earlier chapters; this is just a heads-up that they might be a little different than when we left off.