Kay, so I know that this is yet ANOTHER new story from me, but, really, I can't help it because I get so many ideas and I've actually had this particular one for a while now. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One: Prologue

Throughout my entire life, I've worked my ass off to get where I was.

I fought my father when he tried to hurt me, and my brother Russ, when we were younger, until he left and my grandfather took us in.

From there, I did my best in school, playing every sport that interested me so that I'd have a chance at a scholarship when I got to college.

When an injured back ruined that chance, I focused all my energy into training for the army and soon became the best sniper in my field, though it came with a steep price. I had to take all of 27 lives in the three years I was in Afghanistan, which nearly broke me.

When I returned to DC, I found that I had a job with the FBI as a field agent, but I completely messed that up after taking a vacation in Las Vegas. While I was there I won about $10,000 the first night. The second night, I lost it all. I went back every night after that, maxing out my credit cards, trying to get it back. In the end, I came out with nothing, but, for some, reason I found myself unable to stop.

I would spend every night, thereafter, at the local Billiards hall, practicing until I had perfected the game. Soon, I was shoveling in money by the hundreds, missing work to do so, but I considered all my winnings payment for that.

Then, one day, I got a call from my boss, Cullen, to come in. He had a lot of paperwork for me to do, that I'd missed.

When I got there I found an old friend, Tim Sullivan, or Sully, waiting there for me.

"Tim." I greeted, smiling.

"Hey, Temperance." He said, smiling, "How are you?"

"I'm fine...what brings you to DC? I thought you were working in New York." I said, noting the box that was sitting on my desk.

"I'm in town for a convention and I thought I'd drop by. Good thing I did, too, because, according to Cullen, you are on the verge of being fired." He said, grinning.

"What?" I asked. "How is that even possible?"

"Well, according to him, you've missed a lot of work. What's going on, Tempe?" he asked, all concerned.

"Nothing, I just..."

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing. So, what do you got for me, there?" I tried to change the subject.

He just looked at me for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to pursue this, but thought better of it. Smart Man.

He motioned towards the box.

"Cullen is giving you one more shot to redeem yourself. They're about to close the case of Jenna Arrington. Do you remember her?" I nodded. "Good, well, you should get to work."

He began to walk away. "Wait!" I cried. "What do I do?"

"Cullen wants you to find out who killed her, within the next week, or he's gonna but you on permanent desk duty." I groaned. "Well, that's what happens when you miss work, Tempe. Now, there's a Forensic Anthropologist working at the Jeffersonian here in town. His name is Seeley Booth."

"Wait. The novelist?" I asked.

"So, you've read his books?" I nodded.

"I love them! They're brilliant."

"Good, that will give you something to warm him up with. Anyway, he's giving a lecture at-"

"Wait, wait wait," I said, shaking my head. "Who says I'm going to work with him?"

"I did. It'd be good for your case. You've admitted already that he's brilliant." Sully said.

"No...I said that his books were. And who cares if he's brilliant? Forensics don't solve crimes. Cops do."

"Tempe, I really think you should get him to help you with this..." Sully said.

I shook my head. "No, I can do it myself."

He groaned. "You always were pretty thick-headed, Temperance."

I grinned. "I know it."

He wrote something down at a card and handed it to me. "Look, if you change your mind, this is where the lectures are held and when they're held. There's one today in about an hour. I suggest you check it out."

I sighed and took the card. "Whatever." I said, then slumped down in my chair as he walked away.

An hour and a half later, I walked into his lecture, where he was explaining some sort of defleshing technique (ewwww!) and the second our eyes met, I thought my heart had stopped.

He was so hot! He had perfectly groomed dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and he wore a black suit that showed off his toned muscles. I knew, immediately, that I was gonna love this guy.

Within minutes of me walking in, the lecture ended and I made my way towards this gorgeous man, smiling.

"Hello?" he said, smiling at me.

"Hi, my name is Temperance Brennan," I flashed my badge and my charm smile, as my mother used to put it, "and I was just wondering how taking the flesh off the victim would help in identifying them. I mean, isn't all the evidence in the flesh?"

He smiled at me, politely. "Not exactly. If you look close enough, all the evidence is reflected in the bone."

I smiled again. "Do you believe in fate?"

He smiled back, looking deep into my ocean blue eyes. "Not at all. That's ludicrous."

So, what do you guys think? Please review! I need your input on ways I could possibly improve this and what I could put into this story. PLEASE REVIEW!