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"Some Producer"
*Trigger warning*
Brennan and Chelsea had surely been through alot of tough things these past few cases. The point of the matter is they still had each other through thick and thin. They had managed to piss a lot of people off along the way. Creating enemies isn't something Cheslea had ever seen herself doing.
She was learning how to evolve, how to communicate better with people, not saying she didn't do it well, she use to be a teacher, talking to children takes a whole lot of patience, patience that some people just didn't have, nonetheless Chelsea and Booth's relationship was a constant state of enemies who put up with each other because they have too and not because they want too.
Not to mention Chelsea's life was a complete and utter shit show, she had crazy family drama, too crazy for her to tell anyone to let them know. That and being plagued with diabetes didn't help her case either, she had type one diabetes, which was serious, she found out about it when she was ten, life for her seemed difficult from that moment further, then her parents vanished five years later leaving her with her older sister, Melanie. They didn't have the best relationship and soon Melanie left Chelsea alone by herself after she turned seventeen. Of course things were never the same I mean sure, she tried to contact her family and of course things were different now. But she would always love them.
Maybe that's why she kept Brennan so close, her fear of losing the only person she truly cared about was nerve wracking. But if she were to ever lose her, well lets just say the world might actually feel her pain. And it wouldn't be a pretty sight.
Chelsea had just got done looking over fifteen hundred year old remains that Dr. Goodman brought in from the bottom of a shaft that a few miners were digging up on. She walks into her office to find Booth sitting in her desk chair with a very cheerful smile gracing his face. Her face immediately shifts to annoyance as she walks toward him.
"I need a receptionist. I can't just have anybody waltzing in here."
