Princess of the Lab

A/N: This is my first story. I plan on writing more in the future, but for now I think I'll concentrate on just this one. It has an original character in it, but I don't want this to be Mary Sue-ish, so please review and tell me how I'm doing on that.

It was a Tuesday morning, and Dr. Temperance Brennan was walking down the hallway of the J. Edgar Hoover FBI building with her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth. They were on their way to an appointment with Dr. Lance Sweets, the FBI psychologist. Booth knocked on the door to Sweets' office. A muffled voice came from the room, followed by a scuffling noise. Then the door opened.

"Hello, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth. Come in," Sweets said.

Booth and Brennan walked to the chairs across from Sweets' desk.

"So, has anything interesting happened with you two that I should know about?" Sweets asked.

"No." Booth and Brennan replied at the same time.

"Alright then. Well, I have a new assignment for you two. It will be much harder than any of the others that I've given you before. Of course, Cullen has already approved."

"Great, the deputy director of the FBI is taking advice from a 12 year old." Booth muttered.

"Anyway, this week my 14 year old cousin is in town. She will be here until next Monday. You will be watching her for the week. She will be staying with Dr. Brennan, and so will you, Booth. If Parker has to stay with you, he will stay at Dr. Brennan's as well.

"I'm sure you'll both like her a lot. Dr. Brennan, she is very intelligent and is an author. Booth, you'll definitely like her because she has a great sense of humor." Sweets finished.

Suddenly, a voice came out from under the desk.

"You know, I can speak, thank you!" A girl climbed out from under the desk and stood up. She had long dark red hair and hazel eyes. She looked similar to Sweets, but not too much, just a family resemblance. The girl was tall for her age, maybe five foot seven inches or so, and she had on plain blue jeans and a red, white and blue shirt that had stars and guitars on it and said "Fender."

"My name is August Sweets. I'm 14, and everyone calls me 'Vampire.' I want to be a surgeon, an author, or an artist when I grow up." The girl said.

"You play guitar?" Booth asked, motioning to her shirt.

"No. Piano and violin. I just think Fender is really cool. I know, it's pretty dorky."

"Why do people call you 'Vampire'?" Brennan asked.

"Because she eats raw meat!" Sweets said.

"No, I don't. It's because I love eating rare steak. Like, really rare. And because I really hate the name August. But now that I know your names, I'm starting to feel better about mine. No offense or anything." August said.

"None taken. I hate my name." Booth said. "So, we have to take care of you?"

"Yeah, but no worries. I can take care of myself. I can cook really well, so I plan to make you guys amazing food. And I'll cook your steak longer if you want. But it's better when it's rare." August said.

"Sweets, what the hell is the purpose of this assignment? I mean, I work all day, and she can't come!" Brennan exclaimed.

"Too bad. She's going. And I don't want her to be left at your apartment." Sweets said sternly.

"Yeah, I'm really good at breaking things and making messes. And annoying neighbors." August put in.

"Annoying neighbors?" Brennan asked.

"I listen to really loud music. Especially Coldplay and dance music, like Rihanna and Cascada and stuff. But I promise that I only do that when I'm home alone."

"Well, you can't come to the lab with me! I mean, what if you broke the remains of someone or destroyed evidence?" Brennan was now furious.

"Lance and I already had this discussion. Twice. I promise not to touch anything, and if I do, I know that I will immediately be sent back to Spokane, Washington, the place I call home. It's not nearly as interesting as DC, though."

"Fine. Come on then. Booth, will you drive us to the lab?"

"Bones, I gave you a ride here. I kind of have to drive you back." Booth replied.

"Let's go then." Brennan stood up and followed Booth out the door. August grabbed her backpack and headed out after them.

"Can I drive? Please?" Brennan asked Booth as they walked through the parking lot.

"No. I'm driving, like always. August, you sit in back."

"Fine with me!" August climbed in and buckled her seatbelt as Booth and Brennan got in front.

As soon as the car ride started, Booth and Brennan got in a huge discussion about religion. August pulled out her new green iPod nano and started listening to 'Sugar, We're Going Down'.

"I understand that religion's needed in culture. I just think that people should believe in something science can prove!" Brennan exclaimed.

"Have you read Angels and Demons? It explains how science explains that God has to exist!" Booth said.

"But in a stupid way!"

"Wow, are you two like dating or something? You have so much sexual tension! It's amazing!" August said.

"Well, at least she's blunt." Booth sighed.

"But you know who's going to love her?" Brennan asked.

"Angela." Booth replied, and both groaned. But August had already put her iPod back on and wasn't listening.

A/N: What did you think? I hope you enjoyed it. I should be able to post again soon, like tomorrow or so hopefully. Review, please!