bones squinterns

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Imagine working at the Jeffersonian and finding out the body is your friend who has been missing for fifteen years.

Your heart was in your throat as you approached Booth. Your mouth was dry and your stomach was flip-flopping. The words were out before you could think about them. If you thought about them, you knew they would get stuck. “I think I know who the body is.”

Booth looked at you, blinking in surprise before he noticed your distressed expression, “[f/n]?”

Your legs were shaking, barely able to support your body. Your eyes were starting to burn. “I, uh, oh God.”

Booth took hold of your arms, holding you steady, “[f/n], talk to me. What’s up?”

The tears started to trickle down your cheeks. “I used to know them,” you choked out at last. You drew a shuddering breath, “They, um, went missing when I was a teenager.” A shiver passed through your body, “The day we found the body was the fifteenth anniversary of when they disappeared.”

Booth sighed and pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry, [f/n].” He rubbed your back as you shook. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. We’ll find out what happened.”

You swallowed hard, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Yes, you can. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Gif Credit: Comfort

But He’s A Squintern: A Bones Imagine

A/N: So here we go, I’m doing this one because I’m in a mood to do it. Idk why. So this is where Y/N is dating the intern (squintern) Finn Abernathy, and has to explain to her dad, Seeley Booth. 

Rating: 14A

Warnings: Well Y/N gets really emotional talking to her Dad about Finn. 

Imagine… 

The Jeffersonian was like a second home to you, and it had been since you were born. Although at the age you were, you knew this place in and out, and you usually didn’t get yourself into any trouble, you weren’t going to be a hero today. 

Your dad was working a case with Bones, and you were desperate to see how it was coming along, but on top of that, your favourite intern was busying himself with the bones of the deceased, and you knew he’d give up information.

With a slight skip in your step at the pure fact that you were back at the Jeffersonian for the first time since the clown attacked dad, so you were eager to find him and talk to him. 

But as you walk through the doors, and stand at the bottom of the stairs, your stomach has that familiar feeling. Like butterflies have taken up a home in your gut, and you clear your throat softly. 

Cam is the first to look, and she smiles widely, “It’s great to see you! Your Dad’s in his office, do you want me to call him down?”. You shake your head and point to the swiper, “No thanks Cam, but if you could swipe me in, I’d love it”. 

She nods, and points to Finn, who stares at you with uncertainty on his face. 

“Go let the girl in Opie” Jack waves from his desk, and you wave back. Finn starts toward you, card in hand, and takes the steps slowly. “You didn’t tell me that you were coming” he says lowly, and you bite your lip. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would mind” you reply, stepping up the stairs, free of any alarm sounding. 

“A little, your dad snapping my head off is the last thing I need.. But it’s good to see you” he breathes, careful not to brush your arm or get too close. “It’s good to see you too babe” you murmur, as you grace the platform. 

“What do we have?” you ask, pointing to the large, not completely clean corpse on the table. “We have a double homicide to solve, and you have a father to go visit” she responds, a wistful, yet teasing look about her.

“Right, thank you, I’ll be back” you say, heading up the stairs, watching the closed wooden door get closer and closer until you’re in front of it. You wonder if you should knock, and second guess yourself, so you do it anyway. 

“I’m busy squint, come back!” you feel a laugh rise in your throat, but fight it down, and take the mature way out. 

“Uh, Dad?” you call, waiting on the outside of his “squint barrier” by the looks of it. “Sweetheart? What are you doing here? Come in” you open the door and peek your head in, he’s sitting at his desk, file in hand. 

“I came to visit, you said I could, remember?” he puts his thumb to his lips, a habit you both shared, and then nods slowly. 

“I do, sorry, what’s up kiddo?” you straighten your sweater and sit down in the chair in front of his desk. 

                                            Outfit [X]

“I was wondering if you could get me in on this case? I know Finn is-” he shakes his head, and sets his mug down on the desk rather harshly. “Kid, two things. One, this is a case, and you are (YOUR AGE), you know I can never wrap my head around allowing you to do that. Two, Finn Abernathy is working, and after I caught you two ‘talking’ in the lounge, I don’t think so”.

You shake your head, obviously frustrated and look at him dead in the eye. “Dad, Bones knows that I can do this, you know that I can do this, and Finn is nothing to be afraid of! Please, I just want to be a part of this. I want to be a part of you, and that means being a part of your work”. 

He stands up, and moves himself closer to you, so that he can look you in the eye. “Y/N, this is dangerous, and I didn’t hold you close your entire life just to let you do this now, and you know how I feel about that squintern and you. Love, you have no idea how hard what you’re asking me is, do you?”.

You shake your head, “You have no idea how hard it’s been to stay away from this place, this is my family, and Finn is an incredible guy! I just want to help you” you mutter, and he stares down at you. 

“Y/N, I know what you want, and I’m saying that I don’t think it’s a good idea, and I don’t want to say yes to this.. But if it’s going to make you happy, then fine. But you need to stay away from Finn, okay? No more lounge meetings”. 

You shake your head, “I’m not asking to be in the field, I just want to work here, with Cam and Finn and everyone else”. He shakes his head, and you put your hand on his knee. 

“Dad, I know you’re worried, but I just really want to be here. Okay?”, he nods, and puts his hand over yours. “I know you know how worried I get, but you also know that I’d die for you, okay? So no funny business”. 

You lean in to kiss his cheek, and he hugs you tightly, “I promise, just working on the platform” you reply, and he nods. “Good, and you stay on the opposite side of the table from Aberna- Abernathy!”.

He’s staring over your shoulder at the door, and you turn, as Finn stands there, skull in hands. “I was just looking for Dr. Brennan, sorry” he goes to turn back around and you clear your throat once more. 

“Finn, come here” you say, and your dad looks at you questioningly. “Dad, I can’t promise to stay on the opposite side of the table. I can’t promise that we won’t have more lounge conversations, and I most certainly can’t promise that you’re going to be happy, but Finn and I are really close”. 

His glare is as cold as the room has seemed to turn, and you kiss his cheek once more. 

“Dad, just calm down, please” his eyes are harsh, and Finn stands there, a scared look covers his face. “How close?” he says, and you take a deep breath. “Boyfriend close Dad, like the sixth grade with Charles”. 

He stiffens, and you squeeze his fingers, “Abernathy, I will deal with you later, Y/N.. You can go help aunt Cam if you’d like”. 

You stand up, and make your way toward the door, but you listen as he clears his throat, much louder than you can. “Kiddo” he says sternly, and you stutter step, “Yea dad?” you say meekly, as you turn back to look him in the face. 

“I love you” he says, and you smile widely, “I love you too Dad” you say, and leave the office, door closed behind you. 

“I love you too Finn, no worries” he sighs, and his hands shake lightly as you lean your head on his shoulder. “Don’t you do that to me woman, I was more afraid then a porcupine on a busy street” he breathes. 

“Never again” 

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Bones Meme / Every Character: Squinterns - Arastoo Vaziri

This was not the work of religion, it was arrogance, it was hypocrisy, it was hate. Those horrible men who hijacked those planes hijacked my religion that day too. They insulted my God. So no, this isn’t too difficult. It’s a privilege to be able to serve this victim, to be able to show him care and love that was so absent that day.