Okay this is a rewrite of my story The Intern. I just really didn't like how I started the first two chapters so I decided to scrap it and start over again. This new chapter I feel is much better than the old story. This is going to be a Zack/OC because, well one Zack is awesome and two I really miss him and this is my way of coping . Anyways here is the first chapter just give it a try and tell me what you think.

Spencer McLaughlin, headed over to airport security for the fourth time this morning before a voice stopped her.

"And you made sure you actually paid for the apartment?" Said her father causing her to turn around and wheel her suitcase back over to where he stood.

"Yes, Dad for the thousandth time, I have taken care of everything. I'm 23 years old and I have an IQ of 163. I think I can handle moving to D.C. for a bit." She said rolling her eyes but still smiling. Her father was a rather successful private investigator and he was very over protective of her because of it.

"I still don't see why you couldn't have found an internship somewhere closer." He said with a frown, they had also been close and he was going to miss his only daughter.

"Because it's the Jeffersonian, Dad. This is the chance of a life time; I can't pass something like this up. Now remember I get into D.C. on Friday and then I have a week to get settled in before my internship actually starts. I promise to contact you every other day, and note a said contact not call sometimes I may email you okay?" She said before saying goodbye and hugging him tightly.

After making her way through all the security she made her way over to the airport terminal; her plane did not board for at least a half an hour so she had plenty of time to wait before her flight left. She couldn't believe her Dad was actually letting her go, but like she had explained to him numerous times, the work that was being done at the Jeffersonian by Dr. Brennan and her team was extraordinary, and though bones were not her specialty she would be working under Dr. Jack Hodgins an expert in particulates and since she hoped to get a doctorate in both entomology and geology using those degrees to solve crimes like he did seemed like the perfect career for her. It would be the blending of two very important aspects in her life, for the longest time she had been interested in science and all the information it offered, while on the other hand the fact that her father's work really helped people as well made her interested in solving crimes. Spencer loved answers and both science and P.I. work involved investigating for them.

Once the plane boarded and she found her seat she noticed someone familiar sitting in the seat next to her.

"What are you doing here?" She said with a groan, ordinarily she would be happy to see her best friend but since her Dad had probably sent him here this was not the case today. Logan had become her father's right hand man at his P.I. office.

"Okay, before you get mad. I have a job tailing some lobbyist whose wife thinks he is cheating on her. Though you're Dad, did also say to keep an eye on you the first couple of weeks you are in D.C. Look on the bright side I can help you move though." Said Logan with an apologetic smile.

"I suppose you're going to need a place to stay as well." She said with a sigh.

"That would be nice." He said sheepishly. Rubbing the back of his head and further ruffling his already messy blonde locks.

"Once I find a couch you have my permission to crash on it." She said with a laugh. Once the plane took off, she began to pull out her lap top and load a video.

"Oh what are we watching?" Said Logan with interest.

"A lecture on dermatitis carpet beetles and their most common use of cleaning off bones." She said with a smirk as Logan made a face that clearly suggested he thought that would be incredibly boring. He reached down and rummaged through his bag pulling out a DVD.

"Or we could watch Serenity?" He said with a smile, making the DVD dance in front of her face.

"I guess it is only fair we watch something we could both enjoy." She said with a laugh taking the box from his hand and placing it in the computer. "I'll just watch my lecture some other time." She said with a sigh.

He put a hand on her shoulder in a consoling manner and said in a very grave tone. "Don't give up hope Spence; I'm sure others from your planet survived and they would love to watch that video with you." He said trying his best to keep a straight face and ultimately failing. It had been a joke between the two of them since first grade, when they had met and it was the only grade they ever shared. For at least three years when they were growing up Logan was convinced that Spencer was in fact an alien from another planet, and he had therefore made it his goal to help her better blend in to earth culture so that the government would not take his best friend to Area 51 or something like that. Obviously now he knew she was in fact human, she just did not always have the same interests most "normal" people would have.

"Of course there are the mother ship is arriving any day now so we can begin our plan of world domination." She said with a laugh playing along with the joke.

The flight from San Diego to D.C was over quicker than Spencer expected. As they drove to her new apartment everything went by in a blur of new sights, sounds and smells. Most of the buildings were much older than those in San Diego and the fall air had a briskness to it that was not present in the dry Santa Ana plagued September they had been having back home, or rather in San Diego, technically D.C was to be her home now. As they walked up to her apartment Logan had his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"Yes, warmth." He said once they entered the building.

"It's your fault for trying to wear shorts and a t-shirt in weather that you are not accustomed to." She said with laugh pulling out her key and opening the door to her apartment. It was then that she noticed that most of her things were already unpacked, and she realized her Dad must have called in a favor at the moving company and had them make sure her place was ready for her when she got there. She would remember to thank him later. Logan plopped down on the couch yawning as Spencer walked around exploring her new apartment.

The apartment had one bedroom, one bathroom and a living room and kitchen space. It was already furnished and had a plush sofa in the living room as well as a TV and some bookshelves. The bedroom had a decent sized closet where Spencer would have to unpack her clothes into later as well as some shelves she could put her various knickknacks on. The kitchen had all the proper appliances and when she opened the fridge she noticed it of course had nothing in it.

She grabbed her keys from the little bowl she had placed them in on the counter and the jiggling sound they made caused Logan to look at and say. "Going somewhere already?"

"I was just going to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things." She said knowing he would not want to come with her. She tended to take a long time when grocery shopping.

"You don't know where anything is." He stated.

"Logan, I'm a genius, I think I can find a grocery store." She said with a smirk.

"Well I don't want you just wandering around D.C." He said starting to get up off the couch.

"I'm not going to. I'm smart enough to use the GPS on my phone." She said with a laugh.

"That's not fair you set me up for that one." He said also with a laugh settling back onto the sofa.

"Yeah, just don't make a mess while I'm gone." She said before heading out the door. She entered a search on her phone and quickly found a grocery store within walking distance of her apartment. One of the things she really liked about the place she had found was that it was within walking distance of most places. It wasn't that she had anything against cars just merely that she could save a lot of gas money by walking to her work, and the store every day, not to mention it was her excuse for not going to the gym.

When she got to the store she went straight to the canned foods isle, although she had the capabilities to make more home cooked meals she knew in the later weeks she would be very busy and the more instant she could make her meals the better. The only problem with this was that she did not like a lot of the ingredients in most of the canned soups and such. She was going through each type of can and reading the labels. This meant she would pick one up read it put it back and move onto the next one. While she was doing this however she felt a like someone was watching her and the noticed the man about the same age as her who had been in the isle before she arrived would glance in her direction with a bemused expression before turning his attention back to the boxes of mac and cheese he had been looking at.

She realized what she was doing might look rather odd to some people and for some reason felt the need to explain her actions.

"It makes it hard to buy a lot of these processed foods when you actually know what all the stuff most people consider gibberish is. That's why I've been reading the labels; I'm not on one of those crazy diets or anything. I'm just trying to find something with the least amount of certain ingredients." She explained turning to face him and reaching up to tuck a stand of brown hair out of her face. Although her hair was pulled back in a pony tail it was layered so occasionally some of the front pieces would come loose and fall near her face.

He just sort of looked at her for a moment, probably wondering why she was talking to him and she was beginning to wonder the same thing. The man in question was tall with a lean build and a mop of messy brown hair, and looked almost a bit nerdy if that was at all possible to decide from someone's appearance. Spencer didn't know what about him made her think this but she did however realize she found his attractive and therefore even though she was a genius she felt rather dumb explaining herself. "Yeah, it's a little weird…" She said before turning her attention back to the food, begging color to not rise to her cheeks.

"I understand completely. Though because of our society's reliance on cheap and quickly prepared foods it's rather unavoidable." He said causing her to turn and face him again.

"Really?" She said surprised by his answer.

"Yes, I'm an anthropologist I can make such judgments about this society based on research, my facts are sound." He explained thinking she had been questioning his fact.

"Oh I wasn't confused about that. I was just more surprised you didn't find it odd that I was spending a great deal of time reading the entire ingredients list on all the cans. In my experience a lot of the things I do are strange to most people." She said with a nervous laugh before grabbing one of the cans of soup again and starting to read again. The man she had been talking to earlier walked over from where he stood and grabbed one of the cans off the shelf and held it out to here. "This one is probably the most natural and therefore had the least amount of processed ingredients; I figured I would save you the trouble." He said with a small smile

"Oh, um thanks." She said with a smile taking the can but still reading it.

"You don't trust my assessment?" He said with raised eyebrows.

"You said you were an anthropologist, I'll leave the people stuff to you and trust myself with anything involving chemicals, rocks or bugs." She said with a laugh before putting the can in her basket. She smiled and said "Well…thank you for your assistance." Because she wasn't really sure what else to say. She left the isle and headed over to the frozen foods sections to get some TV dinners for Logan. All the while thinking to herself that so far she rather liked D.C., after all in San Diego she had never been helped by a cute anthropologist.

Meanwhile Zack Addy grabbed the mac and cheese had originally come in for and after paying for it headed back to the Jeffersonian. He had used his lunch break to stock up of some more instant mac and cheese to keep at work and he had not realized how much time he had taken to do so. He hoped Dr. Brennan didn't need him for anything urgent at the moment and after he placed the box of mac and cheese under his desk his friend Dr. Hodgins said. "Someone took a long lunch."

"I did not anticipate I would end up conversing with a woman in canned foods, otherwise my trip would have been timed perfectly." Zack explained.

"Someone need help reaching something off the top shelf again?" Said Hodgins.

"No, she we had a brief discussion of the reason for certain ingredients in processed foods. She seemed quite knowledgeable on the subject." Said Zack turning his attention to some reports on his desk he would have to fill out later. "Also she had rather symmetrical feminine facial features and defined cheek bones that are generally found to be ascetically pleasing in this culture." He said as an afterthought.

"Wait so you chatted up attractive woman in the grocery store about processed food?" Said Hodgins shaking his head thinking his friend had made yet another blunder when talking to women. "Zack, girls don't like to talk about that kind of stuff, you probably bored her to death."

"Actually she was the one who initiated the conversation, she claimed to know a lot about chemicals, rocks and bugs and seemed rather surprised that I shared an interest in the subject."

"You expect me to believe a good looking girl just randomly came up to you in the store and started talking to you about processed food? I bet she wasn't actually good looking then."

"No she was very attractive, although her legs were far too long for her torso and she lacked certain feminine curves but other than that…"

"Wait I have an idea." Said Hodgins interrupting him and still not believing the story, well he believed most of it just not the part about the woman in question being attractive. Sure there were attractive women with an interest in science in the world but there were not as many of them as one would prefer. He didn't explain the idea to Zack but rather just walked towards Angela's office, Zack following him with curiosity.

"He Ang are you busy?" He said once inside her office.

"No." Said Angela wondering why they were in her office.

"Okay then describe her to Angela, and have her draw her." Said Hodgins to Zack.

"Wait who am I drawing?" Said Angela.

"Zack, claims an attractive girl with a thorough knowledge of chemicals, bugs, and rocks chatted him up about proceed foods at the grocery store." Said Hodgins his tone clearly suggesting he thought this was a load of b.s.

"Really?" Said Angela with interest.

"I however could see some of the story being true but I highly doubt the girl was attractive. Trust me we don't get attractive women wanting to go into the whole bug and slime thing." He said.

"How about we let me be the judge of that?" Said Angela with a smile. She didn't have anything to work on today and the thought of Zack actually talking to a girl and said girl being interested was a very intriguing notion.

Angela of course agreed to draw the woman in question, having to constantly remind Zack to describe her in layman's terms rather than the usual scientific jargon. It took longer than expected but the end result was worth the wait.

"Aw she's cute." Said Angela admiring her work. She had given the girl a smile because when Zack was describing her she seemed like a friendly person. She had large eyes and an oval shaped face with a small button nose. She was by no means drop dead gorgeous but she was defiantly pretty and probably the kind of girl who had not know it.

"Wow's she's actually pretty. Maybe I should start going to the same grocery store as you." Said Hodgins looking down at the drawing.

"I don't think it would work for you Hodgins. This was a onetime thing; I mean what are the odds?"

"That Zack would run into a pretty girl who understands him? Highly unlikely." Said Hodgins

"I think the universe it trying to tell you something, Zack." Said Angela with a smirk.

"I highly doubt something as infinite as the universe is attempting to speak with me." Said Zack looking down at the picture as well, Angela had done a really good job at capturing the look of the woman.

"Well if I were you sweetie, I'd keep going to that store and hope you run into her again." Said Angela looking down at her drawing once again. "The grocery store girl." She said with a smile liking the way that sounded.

Well there is the first chapter. I hope you liked it and that is was a improvement from the other story. Also don't forget to review and tell me what you think, I love to hear from my readers.