At last, the long road of education has brought you somewhere useful. The Jeffersonian Institute, Washington D.C., where bodies, mysteries, and a formidable woman await you.

Dr. Brennan - "Bones," as her team affectionately called her - greeted you on your first day with an air of professionalism. She never dared to address you by anything other than your surname. You were unsure if it was some form of class or simply a lack of necessity.

You entered the bull pen as usual. On time, of course, for fear of your dear boss. Dr. Brennan absentmindedly nodded in your direction, signalling you forward with her free hand.