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The sparkle is your reflection (Colin Fisher)

Y/N is a new intern. Not an anthropology intern but an art intern with a fascination for the dead and murder mysteries. She chose to work at the Jeffersonian for this very reason.

The team are surprised the first time Angela brings her up to see their latest victim. The body had a bit more flesh than Angela was expecting but it didn't faze Y/N.

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"Oh! Sorry sweetie, I didn't realise there would be so much flesh" Angela says cringing as we walk up to the rest of the team.

I run up to the table, studying the intricate curves and shades of the flesh and bone on the body before me. A few small gasps can be heard but most people let me be.

"Ah, Y/N? You do know normal people are supposed to be squeamish around dead bodies right?" Hodgins jokes.

I look up at him tilting my head in fained confusion before turning back to the set of bones on the table. I lean in gasping in awe and hover my hand above one of the Ulna bones, noticing a deep gash going along it.

"Fascinating!" I whisper.

"And you guys say I'm too into the dead." I hear someone say behind me with a chuckle.

Turning around I see a tall lanky man, not too much older than myself. My eyes scan up taking in his dark clothes, his nails painted black, chains and jewellery adorning him adding to his dark mysterious vibe.

"Mr Fisher? What are you doing here? You aren't needed today." Dr Brennan asks in a way one would assume to be rude but I know better, not that I really heard what the senior anthropologist had said.

"Oh! I just forgot my jacket in my locker, since I was here I thought I'd come say hi." He says holding up his jacket.

I finally find my way to his face, scruffy hair on top of his head, even scruffier on his chin. His dark green eyes sparkle, not like a bright sun ray bouncing off an icicle but more like a crystal found in a deep dark cave where you're not quite sure where the light is coming from, beautiful and curious. They're surrounded by dark, slightly smudged eyeliner. And his lips, oh his lips, soft and pink. My eyes are caught on the shiny piece of metal piercing the very centre of his bottom lip. I gulp watching him as he speaks, my mouth, agape.

"So what's with this one?" He asks stepping towards me.

My cheeks flush as I look away. He simply brushes past me and looks down at the bones. 'Oh, the bones! Not me.'

He picks up the Ulna after putting on gloves. Examining it he hums. "Well, this is an interesting gash you found. No remodelling, meaning this happened close to death."

"Uh, y-yeah. I was just... It's intriguing." I mumble. I hear a small chuckle coming from Angela beside me as Hodgins snorts.

Fisher turns back to me. "You're Angela's new intern, right? You're not turned off by all of this?" He tilts his head at me.

"Obviously not." Hodgins jokes.

I glare at him and turn back to Fisher. "I'm not grossed out by it if that's what you mean. I just, I can find beauty in a lot of stuff. An artist's eye or whatnot." I say rubbing my arm. "Anyway, we should, um, take the skull and uh, give them a face." I say grabbing the tray with the only clean bone, the skull and hurrying off the platform.

"Y/N wait up. I guess we're off, see ya guys." Angela says behind me. She follows me and closes the door to her office behind us. "So... Are we gonna talk about what just happened out there?" She says as I place the skull on her desk. I can hear the smirk in her voice.

"Uh, hmm, I'm not sure what you mean." I say not turning around. "Did something happen?"

She chuckles walking up to me. "Yeah, sweetie. Something happened, and I'm sure almost everyone on that platform saw it. You kinda rushed out of there. Why is that?" She stands beside me crossing her arms.