5 [ location: angela's apartment / accidental visual ]
Brennan sits cross-legged on the living room floor in Angela's apartment, sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table. Her laptop, a half-empty bottle of beer and an opened carton of Chinese food with a pair of chopsticks sticking out of it are perched on the table in front of her. Yellow Post-It notes litter most of the free surface left on the table. The expression on Brennan's face as she stares at the computer screen is a strange mixture of determination and confusion, her nose vaguely scrunched up and brows furrowed. Back home, people would recognize this as her "writing face". In Dr. Jack Hodgins' words, when she writes she gets a stunned look on her face like she stuck a fork in a toaster.
Exhaling a tetchy puff of air through her mouth, Brennan straightens up and reads through the passage she's struggled the last ten minutes with under her breath.
Dr. Kathy Reichs frowned as she examined the evidence. The forensics were irrefutable and Amanda's sketch accurate as always, and yet something didn't quite add up. It made no logical sense to the anthropologist. For a reason that wasn't readily apparent to Kathy, her partner Special Agent Andy Lister seemed particularly smug over her dismay. Suspiciously, she narrowed her eyes at the tall FBI agent.
'What?' she demanded. 'Why are you smirking like that?'
'Because you got it wrong, Kathy,' Andy grinned, in that typical manner he did whenever he sought to persuade her with his charm as much as his knowledge, 'You forgot to consider the emotional connection. Admit it, for once you were wrong and I was right.'
"Ugh, no. This is so mediocre. Awful. Just... no," she mutters to herself, shaking her head. With a few taps on the keyboard, the text on the screen becomes highlighted. Brennan hits the Delete key with a resounding thwack and erases the text, leaving only the blinking cursor on the empty white page. Scowling at the cursor that is clearly mocking her attempts to write, Brennan grabs the beer off the table and leans back against the couch cushions behind her back, taking a long pull from the bottle.
Grimacing as she swallows the now room temperature liquid, Brennan sighs. "I guess this is how writer's block is like."
Exhaling a tetchy puff of air through her mouth, Brennan straightens up and reads through the passage she's struggled the last ten minutes with under her breath.
Dr. Kathy Reichs frowned as she examined the evidence. The forensics were irrefutable and Amanda's sketch accurate as always, and yet something didn't quite add up. It made no logical sense to the anthropologist. For a reason that wasn't readily apparent to Kathy, her partner Special Agent Andy Lister seemed particularly smug over her dismay. Suspiciously, she narrowed her eyes at the tall FBI agent.
'What?' she demanded. 'Why are you smirking like that?'
'Because you got it wrong, Kathy,' Andy grinned, in that typical manner he did whenever he sought to persuade her with his charm as much as his knowledge, 'You forgot to consider the emotional connection. Admit it, for once you were wrong and I was right.'
"Ugh, no. This is so mediocre. Awful. Just... no," she mutters to herself, shaking her head. With a few taps on the keyboard, the text on the screen becomes highlighted. Brennan hits the Delete key with a resounding thwack and erases the text, leaving only the blinking cursor on the empty white page. Scowling at the cursor that is clearly mocking her attempts to write, Brennan grabs the beer off the table and leans back against the couch cushions behind her back, taking a long pull from the bottle.
Grimacing as she swallows the now room temperature liquid, Brennan sighs. "I guess this is how writer's block is like."