#bones team

(A/N): This has sat in my drafts for over 2 months and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally finish this request. I hope it lives up to expection

Summary: Wendell and the reader are dating. How will telling the team go down?

Aka Booth goes into Dad Mode

Warnings: Mention of small explosion, the reader has small burns on the arm from that, talking about a weapon (gun to be specific) and my obvious lack of knowledge regarding those, if there is more, please tell me

Wordcount: 1.9k

✨Masterlist✨

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After putting the car into park, Wendell tries to take the keys from the ignition. But the little shaking of his hands proves to make this whole endeavor even more difficult. A gentle hand cups his, holding it steady and helping him with the task.

“Darling, if you are not ready, we don’t have to.” (Y/N) looks at him with soft eyes, sensing the distress Wendell is practically radiating like a heater. Still he shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. Really, it’s just that I feel like I’m meeting my girlfriends’ family for the first time. Which in some way, I do.” He laughs nervously and scratches his neck before losing his buckle.

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Summary: the Jeffersonian team finds out about (Y/N)'s criminal background

Warnings: none

Word count: 1K

Gifs credit: @jigsmave

• Requested by @cass-danvers

( I hope you like it love, I did my best! )

"Hey, (Y/N), can we talk for a moment?" Angela called you from the front of her room, her own personal digital lab. 

"Yeah, of course, Ange" you stopped on your tracks and then went towards her, the folder in your hands being held carefully because the pages inside it were important to the newest case. You followed Angela when she mentioned for you to go inside of her lab with her, your eyes on the folder. "I was just about to take this new piece of evidence to Doctor Brennan..." when you raised your eyes to look at Angela, you froze. 

The whole team was there. 

Gathered around the room, side by side like they were all about to hear some new evidence Angela has discovered. But you knew that wasn't it. They all had their eyes fixed on you, the most various expressions on their faces. You were the center if attention in that moment, like there was a spotlight over your head that only you couldn't see. 

You instantly, got worried. 

"(Y/N), we need to talk" Doctor Brennan spoke, and her words sent chills down your spine and caused your mind to race while you thought about what you could have done wrong. 

"W-what's going on?" you couldn't stop your voice from failing. Being under everyone's serious gaze made you want to run away, hide youself. 

You had been working in the Jeffersonian Institute for two months now. Being hired after such a hard selective process, you had gained everyone's trust and they seemed to really like you. What could have you done to change that? 

"I searched your background, (Y/N)" it was Booth who spoke this time. Instantly, you understood everything. Why they were looking at you like that, why the serious expressions. Why Booth was there when he usually just came under the circumstances of new evidence. 

"Look, please, you don't have to fire me" tears filled up your eyes, blurring your vision. You had worked so hard for that job and now it was going to be taken from you. "I do my best here everyday, I never wanted to..." 

"(Y/N), calm down" Cam realized how desperate you were and went towards you in a rush, placing her hands on your shoulders and making you look at her only as the tears streamed down your face. "We just want to talk, no one is firing you" 

"Yet" Doctor Brennan said, in that cold septical tone of hers, making you have to shallow the knot that had formed itself on your throat. 

Cam gave Temperance a hard look and then, made you sit at Angela's chair in the corner of the room, in a way that had you in front of everyone. They could see you, and you could see them. All those gazes. 

"Your father was in a gang?" Booth walked around the room as he spoke, hands on his hips as he squeezed his lips on a thin line. He did not look mad. Instead, he seemed... surprised. 

You nodded. "Yes. He became a member as a teenager and continued on it until he died"

"And now your brother is the gang leader" Booth said, as he stopped walking and crossed his arms over his chest. His brown eyes were fixed on you and nothing else. 

"I haven't spoken with Tyler in a long time" you stated firmly, since there could be no doubt. Taking a deep breath, you passed your eyes through all of them, seeking understatement. "Please guys, I swear, I have nothing to do with him and his way of living. I neglected it since I became old enough to live by myself. I made my own path, I have been honest all my life. Please, don't judge me by my family's mistakes" 

"Why didn't you tell us about this?" Hogdins looked at you with empathy as a sight escaped his lips. You had been working a lot with him lately and see that he was actually the benefit of the doubt, helped you to stay calmer. 

"If I had told you, would I have been hired?" you asked no one in particular, but yours ended up falling upon Doctor Brennan. She was the one that chose the new members of the team. She always had the final word. 

"I suppose no" she said and you bit your lower lip, trying to prevent more tears from falling. 

Defeated you got up from Angela's chair, digging your nails into your palms for the fact of being ao stupid as to think that no one there would find out. That this time, you could achieve your dream without the past being brought up. 

"I will get my things and leave" you turned around and started to walk out of the room, every step hurting more than the last one. 

"(Y/N), wait" Doctor Brennan's voice made you freeze on your spot. It didn't sound cold like the usual, no. It sounded emotional. Turning around, you saw that she had a mix of sadness and pride on her expression. "You're not fired" 

"I-I'm not?" you mumbled, unable to believe such a thing. 

"No" she stated, more firmly this time. A shadow of a smile on her lips. "Criminal background or not, you were the best of the candidates for the job. You have talent and skills. So no, you're not fired"

"Thank you so much Doctor Brennan, you won't regret this!" filled with joy, you went to her and hugged her tightly, only for moments after to pull back with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I just... thank you. Thank you all" you looked at all the other members of the team there, smiled to every last one of them. 

"No problem, kid" Booth winked at you with a smile. "Just keep doing the right thing"

Angela hugged you, seeming extremely relieved for you being allowed to stay in the Institute. Cam did the same. 

"Can I say that I think it's super cool that you have a gang leader as a brother?" Jack had that mischievous smile on his face as he said so, raising his eyebrows at you. 

Tv Show: Bones

Requested by: Anonymous

-When Booth came back to the Jeffersonian, silent and solemn, everyone could tell something was wrong

-The way his eyes were swollen, his face still and almost angry

-They would be quiet, waiting for him to speak

-Angela would notice something, where were you? “Where’s Y/n?”

-Booth would look up at her, and the look in his eyes told them that something happened to you, something bad

-“What happened? Booth?” Brennan would ask, fear in her voice

-“Y/n was shot and the suspect got away”

-The others would gasp, fearing for you “Are the going to be alright?” Hodgins would ask, the thought of you being dead having not come to his mind

-“Y/n's dead” his voice was angry, but soft

-Angela and Cam would immediately tear up, the others standing in shock, unable to grasp what they just learned

-Booth would be so mad that he couldn’t stop it, Brennan would deny the truth, the others would all be still and silent, wanting so bad for this to be a dream

-It would take them a long time to be okay, and they would never get over the fact that you were gone

-They would hunt the man that killed you down and send him to prison for the rest of his life

-But this didn’t stop the pain that they felt after losing you

Author’s note: So yeah, this is my first fanfiction here on tumblr. I hope you enjoy it :)

Summary: Lea is an intern at the Jeffersonian. She meets Finn Abernathy and makes friends with him really fast. But what happens, when she realizes, how wrong she is treated by her boyfriend?

Warnings: Abusive boyfriend, so don’t read it, when you are sensitive to this subject. Language, i think? And bad grammar, English isn’t my first language, so please tell me any errors in it!

3211 words, I am sorry

As a kid, whose parents often fought before they got a divorce, you learn to be scared of seeing other people argue or having an argument yourself.

Now I am a teenager working as an intern, or squintern as Booth likes to call us, at the Jeffersonian. I visit my mother every two weeks for a weekend in Maryland.

So being someone, who despises fighting, your worst ‘enemy’ are relationships. Like, when your partner does things, leaving their socks and underwear all over the house for example, you tell them to stop that in a gentle way to avoid any confrontation.

Maybe you are lucky and your significant other stops leaving their crap everywhere. I wasn't that lucky. My boyfriend screamed at me, saying I only want to change him and that I was invading his private space. From now on every time I ask him to do something nicely, he lashes out on my.

Sometimes, when he is angry or pissed already, Leo slaps or kicks me. I know, it sounds stupid to not break up with him, but I love him and he loves me. We are a good team. I do the chores as soon I get home from school or the Jeffersonian and he teaches me to be the best version of myself.

After a rather exhausting day at school, I am called by Dr Brennan to assist her on a case. It’s an investigation from the FBI. The victim was found in a burnt down warehouse. Now they need us to confirm or to deny, if it is a murder or not in order to do further searches.

After sliding my badge down the security check I go on the platform. I’m greeted by Angela immediately. “Hey Sweetie. Nice to see you. I hope you are still in school”, says she and gives me a hug. Laughing I respond: “No, I didn’t drop out since the last time we saw each other, that was like three days ago?”

Then I put on some latex gloves and bid a “Hello Dr Brennan” to my mentor.

But there is also someone I don’t know yet. “Hello Miss Smith. I’m glad you could make it. This is Mr Finn Abernathy, another intern. I need both of your opinions on this case. The corpse is burnt down to the bone and any evidence is most certainly destroyed. I am not sure if we can find anything at all.”

Then Dr B turns to the guy with the baseball cap, which has the Jeffersonian logo on it, and introduces me: “This is Lea Smith. Although she is still in school and only 17 years old, she has a magnificent knowledge on anthropology.” With a kind smile Finn sticks his hand out for me and speaks: “Good day, Miss Smith. It’s really a pleasure to meet you.”

Well the boy got quite a nice accent. “Why thank you. I really look forward to work with you, Mr Abernathy. Also please call me Lea. I’m barely 17 years old and it's making me feel like I'm at least 30.” Before he has the chance to answer our mentor interferes. After all we got a case to solve!

After many hours of running tests and examining bones, Dr Brennan sent me home. Thankful I say goodbye to everyone just wanting to get finally home.

“How do you get home?” asks Finn concerned. “I take the next bus. We are in Washington DC. Here comes the bus to my neighborhood every 20 minutes in the night”, I answer. Shaking his head he begins to peel himself out of the blue jacket. “There is no way I let you go all by yourself. We are in Washington DC. A young good looking lady like you are as safe as my money in 2009. I drive you home.”

After a while sitting in uncomfortable silence Finn speaks up: “So you are still going to school? Isn’t it a bit too stressful? I mean, Dr B has some tough standards. But at the same time your grates aren’t allowed to drop, are they?”

Looking down to my fidgeting fingers in my lap I answer: “Well a part-time job as a waitress would be much easier. But I need a place, where I have to use my knowledge and mind. It’s like a big puzzle you have to solve. Everywhere are pieces, you just have to find them. Also school is quite easy for me. My biggest problem actually is time. Now it’s 2 a.m. and I have to finish an essay for English in seven hours. So sleep is a sweet thing I have to treasure like a pirate a golden coin, Mr Abernathy.” “That was well said”, he smiles, ”And please call me Finn. It feels off for me to be called Mr by someone, who just told me to stop calling them Miss.”

Now, that the ice is broken, we talk about everything and nothing actually. 20 minutes later we are at my apartment complex. While getting my seat belt off, I turn to my new coworker: “Well thank you for driving me out here. You really didn’t have to do this.” He just waves it off: “I insist. It was really a pleasure talking to you. So go and finish that essay. It’s going to be as amazing as you. And please go to bed as soon as possible. We all need a good

sleep, even you. Sleep tight!” After an awkward hug like thing I step out of the car and open the door to go to my apartment. Before I close the door I wave Finn goodbye.

With a huge smile plastered on my face I open the door to my sweet home. It’s a cozy little apartment I share with my boyfriend. After my parent’s divorce I moved in here with my dad, while my mom went to her new girlfriend in Maryland. When I was 16 my dad wanted us to move back to Germany. He and mom originally are from there. But I wasn’t too pleased with his decision. I had a job as an intern for THE Dr Brennan, a nice school, a few friends and my boyfriend here in the US. In the end he moved out and my boyfriend in. So I kinda life on my own, the big dream of every teenage girl.

Trying to avoid any loud noises I tiptoe in the kitchen. After closing the door silently, I turn on the light. Then I see Leo, my beloved boyfriend, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. He looks beyond pissed.

“Where were you for fucks sake?!” he asks. Every syllable is pure anger and hatred. That will not end good for me.

“i-i-i was at the lab. Th-they n-needed me for a c-case.” My whole body is shaking in fear. While getting up Leo nearly screams: “And what were you thinking, when you didn’t say something about that to me? I was worried sick!”

Suddenly he pushes me. I fall on the floor, my head banging against the table leg. Leo grabs my hair, throwing my head up violently. I try not to cry.

“I-I am s-sor-sorry”, I sob. But the man just snorts: “I don’t believe that. You know, I don’t want to punish you. But if you wanna be the best version of yourself you have to learn from your mistakes.” With that he slaps my the face and let go of my hair. Forcefully I meet the cold white tiles of the kitchen floor. Then my boyfriend goes away. I hear his footsteps in the hallway and a door opening and closing. He is in the bedroom now.

A tear slips from my eyes finding its way my cheek down. My head is pounding. A few minutes later I get up carefully. Everything spins for a few seconds, but I regain my composure and get my backpack from the hallway. With a massive headache and a hurting heart I finish this essay.

It’s needless to say, that I didn’t get much sleep last night. When my homework was finally done, I had to think about the things I did wrong. Leo’s punishment has to be a lesson for me, therefore I have to analyze my behavior and do it better next time.

While sitting alone in the cafeteria during lunchtime eating an apple, my phone rings: “Smith” “Hello Miss Smith. It’s Dr Brennan. We have a new lead on the victim’s identity. Please come to the Jeffersonian as soon as possible.” Oh well, seems like my next free afternoon isn’t going to be today.

After the conversation with my kind of boss ended, I call Leo. “Hey Sweetheart”, he greets me.

I love this boy so much. “Hey Baby”, I answer breathlessly, “I just wanted to let you know, that I have to go to work right after school again today.” Anxiously I wait for his opinion. “Okay, Sweetheart. But make sure you are home by 10.” Happily I thank him.

A few awfully long periods later I finally am able to leave the hell called school. Not much later I arrive at the Jeffersonian.

“There you are”, Dr Brennan says when I get on the platform. “I’m sorry, but I had a quiz in sixth period.” Then we continue our destiny.

Yes, working with dead bodies is a destiny in my opinion. You have to be born to be able to do this. You must be prepared for anything mentally.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. My granny needed help with her computer, stating she deleted the internet. It’s a lot more difficult to calm down an 80 year old woman than a bag full of puppies”, explains Finn himself.

Dr B nods: “It’s okay, Mr Abernathy. Family is more important than anything else. Please watch it that this doesn’t get to be a routine. You aren’t getting paid for nothing.” Finn takes this advice with gratitude.

“Hey Lea. How went the essay?” he asks me while putting latex gloves on. With a genuine smile I answer: “Thank you for asking. My teacher was very pleased with the presentation of the main problems from George Orwell’s 1984.” My coworker responds with a: “I’m happy to hear that.”

Suddenly I feel like I’ve been struck with a lighting. “I have an idea!” And then I’m on my way off of the platform to Hodgins’ lab.

“Hey Little One! Long time no see, he?” he greets me. I say: “Hello Bug Man! Can you do me a favor?”

Half an hour later Brennan and Booth are out to get the suspect. While waiting for news I sit in the lounge doing my homework. You gotta take every chance you get to do them.

“Oh, what’s that?” Startled by a voice I turn around. “Oh, it’s just you, Finn. Sorry, I’m a very jumpy person”, I explain myself after being reassured, that this voice is from someone, who isn’t going to hurt me. Then I look at what I wrote.

“Oh, that’s just for biology. It’s not that difficult, just something with osmosis and so.” “That’s not what I meant. It makes no sense to me. It isn’t English, is it?” he asks interested.

Then I know Finn is talking about: “Ah, it’s some good old German. I was born in Boston though. My parents moved to the US like 25 years ago. So I still learned their mother tongue. It’s quite important to them that I don’t forget their origin. And now I’m writing this paper in German at first for my mother. Her vocabulary isn’t good enough in specific areas, her knowledge on the other hand is very impressive. So I let her read it and then translate the whole thing in English, her notes indeed.”

The young man has a look of astonishment on his face. “Wow. That’s so cool. Maybe you can teach me some German and something about the culture over there. I can pay you back in showing how to speak with the coolest southern accent the world has ever witnessed!” “Well, hack my legs off and call my shorty. We have a deal!”

Weeks go by and Finn and I become great friends. We tell each other almost everything. He even visits me in school or waits for me so we can do something afterwards. Leo never does something like this with me.

We know each other like the back of our hands. There is one thing I don’t tell Finn though: What happens in my apartment.

Slowly but surely I realize that everything, that is going on in there, is wrong. When my now best friend told me about his past, especially his stepfather, I began to think.

Finn shows me on so many ways, that imperfection is that, what makes you beautiful. He makes me believe I’m already enough. And when I make a mistake, it’s fine. That’s what makes all of us human.

When I finally conclude this construct of beauty, I lay awake next to Leo. I already feel the bruises forming on my body. In this night I don’t get a wink of sleep.

Now that I know the “truth”, I am embarrassed. How dumb am I? Thinking that this guy loves me and keeps hurting me to make me perfect is nuts. It is paradox.

But am I too deep in this mess to get out? Isn’t it too late now? Is this how I am going to live until I am gray and old? Do I want that?

The next few days I distance myself from everyone. I try to spend as little time as possible at the Jeffersonian by saying that I have too much school work or I am sick. Right now I am too ashamed to look anybody in the eyes there. I’m considered as a genius, but I am too stupid to figure out something so simple sooner?

It’s like the third week in a row, that I bailed out on Dr Brennan with the excuse, that I’m sick. This time it isn’t even a lie. My dear boyfriend thought I don’t give him enough attention. So he locked me out on the balcony in the middle of winter. Now I have a fever of like 39° C (102,2° F for you Americans), a massive headache and the worst cold I ever experienced in my short life in general.

Now the 20 years old man is at work, where he has to watch over the same machines on a monitor. So it’s nothing exhausting he is doing for a living. That is why I’m confused when the doorbell rings. I abandon my project for history and open the door. Before I get the chance to register who it is, I have to sneeze. “Oh well, that is a nice greeting. God shall bless you and your poor soul”, says Finn with a look of pity on his face.

“Haha, thank you, Dork. Come in or else I freeze my guts off out here.” I lead him into my apartment. Then I realize something. “May you excuse me, now the nice warmth is gone and I need a hoodie. This way goes to the kitchen. Make yourself comfortable.” And then I bolt for the bedroom.

Now see, I didn’t expect any visits from anyone. So I can go around my habitat without worrying about my bruises. When I’m out I make sure to cover them somehow.

Dressed in a Jeffersonian sweatshirt I go back into the kitchen. When my coworker sees me, he smiles: “Oh there you are. Hold on, is that mine?” With a blush on my face I scratch my neck and respond: “Maybe? I can’t help it, but it’s really comfy.” I finish with a shrug.

Laughing Finn assures me, that I am allowed to keep it. He wanted to ask Cam for a new one anyway. “But my visit actually has another reason than just checking up on you”, the young man tells me while I prepare a cup of tea for the both of us. “And the real reason may be what?” I want to know curiously. Sighing Finn explains: “You distant yourself from us. I thought it was only me, who had this feeling. But yesterday I talked about it with the whole team. Booth misses the ‘only other normal person in the lab’. Cam and Hodgins think, that something bad happened and are so close to emerge into that door to get you out of an emergency. Sweets tells us all the time, that you shut yourself out and that this means nothing good. Angela is ready to kick someone’s ass, if they hurt you. Even Dr B is in need of your comments and ideas while working. We all are worried about you. Please let us finally know what the hell is happening. Why aren’t you answering any of our phone calls? Why aren’t you showing up at the Jeffersonian? You are needed there. Without your person the whole lab is kind of unbalanced like a drunk man on his way home from a pub.” His eyes looks pleadingly into mine.

I couldn’t answer any calls, because Leo has my phone. In his pure rage of not getting enough attention, he took my phone and isn’t willing to give it back to me any time soon.

And that is when realization hits me completely.

Leo doesn’t just hurt me, he controls me. Every move I make I'm watched by him. It’s like living with a personal Big Brother.

I don’t wanna be controlled anymore. I’m sick of not being able to do what I want. I want to be in charge of myself again.

Finally I do the right thing.

I lock eyes with Finn. Without saying anything I roll up the arms of the hoodie, revealing a spectrum of colors.

While waiting for his reaction, tears start to form in my eyes and stream down my cheeks.

Gasping he looks at my injuries. From the dark bruises to the fresh wounds and the healed scars. Lightly he traces along them with his fingers, trying to not hurt me any more. I don’t move. I just show him my greatest act of trust. I trust him with my darkest secret.

Now Finn is crying too. Between sobs he hugs me and whispers into my ear: “I’m so so so sorry, Lea. I’m going to do everything in my power to stop that crazy shit immediately. Nobody deserves to be treated like this, especially you. I promise.”

And he keeps it. After this Finn takes me to the Jeffersonian, where I get an all check up. With the evidence, that is collected, Caroline builds a case against Leo.

Note: I tried writing as much angst as I could, but I’m not that great at it :/

Requested by: Anon

Characters: Bones Team x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral     Triggers: Injury, blood, angst, etc.

You drew your gun as you Aubrey and Booth began to enter the junk yard. Looking back you met Brennan’s eyes who was remaining behind with the other officers. You turned and met Booth’s eyes who motioned for you to go one way and Aubrey another. The three of you slowly moved through the stacks. 

After making it about half way into the junk yard you paused when you heard a sound, you stared at a stack of cars where you thought the sound came from. You’re eyes adjusted as you tried to notice any slight movement. You slowly eyed everything, when suddenly you’re eyes met another’s.

The man darted from behind the cars and began running, you immediately ran after him calling out behind you “Here! He’s heading towards the back!”

Booth and Aubrey both heard you and began running in the direction of your voice, though neither of them had eyes on you.

When you rounded the main building you slowed down, no longer seeing the man. You stepped slowly closed, listening for any more movement. You needed to be careful, this man was dangerous. He had five victims under his belt from the past seven years.

Hearing something behind you, your turned quickly, only for the man to hit your hands with a large wrench, knocking the gun out of your hands. Gasping out in pain you got into a defensive position, dodging as the man keeps swinging at you. Taking steps back, you tripped over a large pipe, falling to the ground. The man swung at you again, rolling to the side as the man hit the ground behind you. You kicked his legs, knocking him down.