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[f_ck_your_fish]

[there's a soft sigh blown across the pages of the journal, as Eunice lounges in the music room with her morning tea, looking out the window across to the field where the Koilos was dismantled yesterday]

I guess three-hundred and forty-nine days isn' quite as big a deal as fifteen hundred, is it, in th' scheme of things.

[she drums her fingers

Comments

[truthin_bones]

FBI? Were you based out of Washington or in a field office?

[f_ck_your_fish]

I guess you could say it was a field office. Several field offices. I was Organized Crime Task Force. Why d'you ask?

[truthin_bones]

My partner is a Special Agent with the FBI and the current liaison to the Jeffersonian Institute.

Dr. Sweets did not mention that there were other agents here.

[f_ck_your_fish]

Is he, now? ... He's not the one that just got here, by any chance? Special Agent Booth?

Dr. Sweets? I don't see how he could've - I don't recognize the name, so we probably haven't met. And there're a lot've people here to keep track of.

Eunice

[fanfrickntastic]

For you? I got more'n one. Whadaya need?

Paul

[f_ck_your_fish]

[that ... does not sound like her usual Special Agent Paul Smecker, Badass Queen Extraordinaire. she'll cover]

I was just wond'rin' what you're up to, for starters.

Eunice

[fanfrickntastic]

[Yeah, like he's gonna tell his FBI bud what he's REALLY up to]

Oh, you know. Little'a this, little'a that. The usual.

Paul

[f_ck_your_fish]

[actually, that's usually exactly what you do...]

Arright, so what kinda loss IS it?

[eat_me_beat_me]

FBI...

I knew there had to be a catch. I KNEW it.

[f_ck_your_fish]

[oh fun, another lawbreaker that flinches at acronyms. but...]

Aren't you a little young to be worryin' about my jurisdiction, honey?

[eat_me_beat_me]

I'm not your honey. And what does it matter how old I am? Why is it that the first thing people with any scrap of authority jump to is someone's age?

"Oh, you're under 18, you shouldn't be swearing!"

"You're 16? Whoops, no rights for you."

[f_ck_your_fish]

I'm Southern. Everybody's honey. .... Honey.

And I never said it mattered. [my my my, that attitude sounds ever so familiar. she's going to have FUN with you. so many little buttons!]

[icarustattoo]

Oh. I didn't know you were a fed, Eunice. Maybe, like ... take up a hobby? Until crime shows up that's not solved by punching it in the head.

[f_ck_your_fish]

Hey there, Brock. Organized Crime Task Force, yeah. Hobby might not be too bad an idea, s'just a question of what.

How ya been?

[icarustattoo]

I used to be OSI. But yeah, hobbies are tough here. Not much to do unless something's trying to kill you.

I'm okay. Glad Christmas is over, though. You?

[f_ck_your_fish]

We could always be tremendous dorks and invent something worthwhile. [slight snerk. no, really, she'd love a hobby that involved destroying things]

Ditto. Christmas was ... well, a goddam mindfuck, but I don't hafta tell YOU that, I'm sure. ...

... What's OSI? Don't think I ever heard'a that one.

[hardonic]

looks like the good old bureau cant resist the siren pull of castle wonderfuck either
gee thats comforting i guess

[f_ck_your_fish]

[cracks up] What'd you call it?

[hardonic]

castle wonderfuck
or casa de asombro. de fuck.
what the hell ever

[f_ck_your_fish]

Nice an' unique, I like it. A little spit in the eye for this godforsaken place.