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May 24, 2007 19:32

There's a mildly disgruntled forensic anthropologist in the bar.

Dr. Temperance Brennan is mildly disgruntled for a number of reasons. For one thing, it's really unnecessarily complicated to ship a dead alligator across state lines even if it's for the FBI. Even more complicated than getting said alligator packed into a crate on a bed of ice. For another, she's worried about Booth. Granted, Booth is not always the most rational of people. But there's irrational and then there's opening fire on an ice cream truck in downtown Washington DC. And for a third, she's decidedly unimpressed with Agent Sullivan, who is working with her until Booth is cleared to return to duty.

If Brennan believed in God, she'd have offered fervent thanks when she opened the door to her hotel room in Ft. Lauderdale and found Milliways instead. She didn't even get into pondering the scientific means by which the door leading out of her dimension might be following her around.

She'd just asked bar for a tall glass of iced tea and is now settled comfortably in a chair near the Observation Window.

raspberry, angela montenegro, temperance brennan

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