Fifthteen-year-old Beatrice Brennan loved three things in her life more than anything.
Her mother, the team at the Jeffersonian Institution, and bones, human bones if we're being exact.
Unlike any normal teenaged girls Beatrice is familiar with dea...
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Betrice sighed lightly as she watched one of her bestfriends flash her boobs to the customer survive man behind a desk who obviously wasn't paying attention to her.
Giving a small airy laugh Beatrice and her mother steped forward.
"Hi" Angela said with a small smirk. Covering her face with one hand in a face palm motion Bea snuck up behind Angela with a small grin while her mother stayed in the background with the bags sitting back and watching the whole scene play out.
"The flight from Guatemala" she continued still not closing her shirt once she got the skinny mans attention rather keeping it open with an annoyed expression.
"Tell me you tried "excuse me" first" Beatrice said in amusment. Spinning around on her heels Angela let out a small gasp. "Honnneey. Yes, I did" rushing over to Bea in a fast past she swept the young girl up in a hug. "I'm here too Ange" Brennan said with her hands placed on her hips as small smile on her face. "Sweetie" Angela exclaimed letting go of a tired Beatrice and walked over to her bestfriend. "Welcome home. Are you exhausted? Was Guatemala awful? Was it horribly backward?". Linking arms with Temperance and Beatrice the three started walking towards the exit.
Hualing her bag over her shoulder and adjusting it so it didn't dig into her Beatrice listened to her mother and basically older sister talk about their ressont expedition in Guatemala.
"And yet I was never reduced to flashing my boobs for information"
Stiflfling a laugh Beatrice held onto her friend tighter leaning her head on her arm, and getting an afectionate pat on the head in return.
"Flash them for any fun reasons?" Anglea said with a small teasing grin on her face. Shuttering Beatirce lifted her head of the dark haired womens arm. "Eww Ange" she moaned scrunching her face up. Laughing a little Angela flashed her a cheecky look before returning to her converstion with Dr. Brennan, who was looking at the two and shacking her head fondly.
"I was literally neck deep in a mass grave, not romantic" Temperance said with an eye roll. "You know, diving in a pit of cadavers is no way to handle a messy break up" Angela said giving the slightly tanned women a pointed look. Beatrice looked down, bring up her mums ex boyfriend was always a sore subject for her. Him being a psychologist and her being a weird teenager who identified corpses all day, he always seemed to have a new mental diagnoses for her. And always tried to get her help, when she didn't want or need it.
Giving a light scoff at the mention of Pete the young Brennan tuned back into her mother and Angela's conversation.
"Angela, nothing Pete and I ever did was messy" giving a loud laugh Angela looked at Temperance with a suggestive look. "Then you were not doing the right things"
