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Mar 13, 2009 21:37

Brennan dashes off her signature one last time, slaps the folder closed in something akin to triumph, and drops her pen on top of it.

Her agent had sent the packet of papers to her to be signed last week. But with the investigation ongoing at the lab, and Peru to get ready for, Brennan had set them aside and forgotten about them until Morgan had called her this morning to ask about them.

After Morgan had stopped hyperventilating around Need them by Wednesday and What do you mean you’re leaving the country for a week? Brennan assured him that she would overnight them tomorrow.

She hadn’t taken the time to do more than glance over the papers. She trusts Morgan with the writing side of her life. There had been an agreement about a paperback deal, some publicity sign-offs, a royalties agreement, and something about a possible television series. Skeletons in the Closet. Wanting her in an advisory capacity, or something. Assuming it ever makes it on the air, Brennan’s first bit of advice would be to find a better name.

Now, duty discharged, Brennan sits back, relaxes, and orders a cup of coffee.

Decaf. She has to be up early tomorrow.

temperance brennan, seeley booth

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