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Mar 06, 2009 22:19

It's been a long week ( Read more... )

ratchet, angela montenegro, temperance brennan

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 03:43:57 UTC
"What are you singing?" Brennan asks, sliding into a chair at Angela's table.

Her hands are full of papers. All of them pertaining to archaeological studies, mummies, pyramids, and the Incas.

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 03:47:59 UTC
Angela stops and looks up.

"Was I singing?"

She can get pretty focused on what she's doing, when she draws.

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 03:49:46 UTC
"Humming," Brennan amends.

Not really singing. She had been inaccurate.

Brennan hums a bar or two of what she heard.

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 03:51:30 UTC
". . . seriously? I was humming that?"

Did we mention the long week?

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 03:54:33 UTC
"Yes."

Brennan deposits her papers on the table, and casts one eye around for a waitrat.

She hasn't had dinner yet.

"What is it?"

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 03:56:01 UTC
"It's song from a musical version of Cinderella."

About imagining you're elsewhere.

"How are you, Bren?"

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 04:02:09 UTC
"I'm good."

For a change, Brennan means it. The upcoming trip to Peru has kindled a much-needed light, maybe not at the end of the tunnel they're in, but it makes for a pleasant rest point in the middle.

"And I'm starving. Are you hungry?"

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 04:08:39 UTC
Angela closes her sketch pad.

"Sure. Let's have dinner."

She looks at Brennan's papers.

"Peru?"

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 04:11:35 UTC
Brennan nods, in acknowledgement, and to catch the attention of one the waitrats passing near the table.

"I booked the tickets this morning."

"What are you in the mood for?" she asks.

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 04:15:16 UTC
"Something spicy," Angela says.

"And some good wine.

"Dragging Hannah and, um, what's his name, off to to Peru. Only you, Brennan."

Angela approves.

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 04:18:31 UTC
"Sam. And I'm not dragging them," Brennan says (making a bit of a face).

You can't drag people onto airplanes these days. Airport security tends to frown on it.

"Italian, Indian, Thai, or something else?"

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 04:24:28 UTC
"Indian," says Angela, somewhat at random.

"Sam. Right. I knew that.

"I think it's great that you're going. You need a vacation, Bren."

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 04:29:55 UTC
Brennan places their order--a bit of everything and a bottle of wine--with the waitrat before answering.

"I don't know if I technically need one. But I'm very glad to be going."

The lab is a tense and unproductive place these days.

"And since there's nothing pressing in the lab that needs my attention--that I'm allowed to work on--there's no better time to go."

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 04:31:49 UTC
"Trust me, you need one."

Even if Brennan's idea of a vacation tends to involve a lot of anyone else's idea of work.

"We all need one. I'm glad you can have one."

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dr_temperance March 7 2009, 04:35:41 UTC
"Have I been testy?"

Brennan hasn't thought so. But she also wouldn't doubt it.

The waitrat has returned (how do they fill orders that fast?) and sets out plates, platters of food, wine glasses, and a dark green bottle.

"Maybe you and Hodgins can get away for a while too," she suggests, pouring a glass for Angela.

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bringonthe1der March 7 2009, 04:42:20 UTC
"No."

Well, not much.

"I just . . . It's been a lot for you to deal with. So, getting away for a head-clearing space of time, it's a good move."

Hannah's smart.

"And maybe. I'm spending tomorrow painting, in the meantime, and that will help."

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