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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 8, 2007 15:42:15 GMT -5
God, what the hell am I supposed to do now?
Brennan looked at the thirty skeletons that had now changed from John and Jane Does to real people; she loved the sense of satisfaction of finding out the truth...even if these skeletons were over one hundred years old. She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned, she should go to bed but she really didn't want to go home, it was only three in the afternoon...then again she hadn't slept properly for days. As she strode into her office she looked at the couch with a certain longing, but she had other scientists coming to visit later and she couldn't afford to fall asleep and they walk in on her snoring; not that she snored, to her knowledge. She knew for a fact Booth snored, when he'd slept in her couch she'd been able to hear him.
Might as well start in her novel, she tapped the keys absentmindedly before and idea hit her square in the face and she began tapping away furiously, giving Kathy Reichs a bit of a fright. Thirty pages later she leant back in her chair with a satisfied smile and saved her work, closing her laptop.
Now what?
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 15, 2007 7:49:31 GMT -5
Outside Brennan's small office, a large muscualy man with dark brown hair walked in from the cold, shaking the snow off of his head. He stopped for a brief moment, giving a small shiver,he continued to walk quickly through the Jeffersonian. He knew his way, he had walked it enough times he could do it in his sleep.
Booth turned a corner, and Temperance Brennans office came into plane view. Opening the door with some force, he made his way into Brennan's office-which he more commenly knew as Bones' hideaway. "Bones! What are you doing here? It's almost midnight." he said, no 'hey, how are ya?' no greeting. but he was like that. To the point.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 15, 2007 14:00:37 GMT -5
Brennan turned in her chair and raised an eyebrow "Nice to see you too Booth, and I could say the same for you" she brushed her hair from her green eyes, she was still feeling a little smug about completing a chapter in such a small amount of time and no matter how much Booth annoyed her she wasn't going allow him to pull her into an argument, she knew that would frustrate him and that would please her. "Anyway, what have you done tonight? I've identified thirty skeletons in the last forty-eight hours and finnished a chapter of my book"
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 18, 2007 11:53:53 GMT -5
"Thats great," He walked over to her and started to pull her up. "You need to rest, Bones." He looked her in the face, his dark brown eyes boring into her. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 18, 2007 12:53:42 GMT -5
Brennan pulled away slightly and frowned "Booth I can take care of myself, when I want to sleep I will but now..." she began gathering her belongings, her bag, phone, cell and papers "I am absolutley fine" she brushed her hair backward "Stupid hair" she muttered "Maybe I should cut it short" she didn't mean it but no one could tell that, she just wanted to see Booth's reaction, she didn't know really what he though of her apperance...hang on, why the hell did she care?
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 18, 2007 14:28:24 GMT -5
What? What am I supposed to say to that?! Booth thoughtshoving his hands into the pocket of his coat. "Thats great, bones, just great. I came here, because I wanted to make sure you were-" he cut himself off, not really knowing how he might carry on that subject. Then Bones would say something like "I can take care of my self," or "I have a doctorate." And she was always reminding him she did.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 19, 2007 7:02:32 GMT -5
Brennan faced him, hands on hips and glared at him "You wanted to make sure I was alright? I can take care of myself, I have a doctorate for god's sake!" she carried on gathering her things in a slightly irratated, haphazard manner. Jeeze he can be so annoying sometimes when she had collected everything she turned and faced him once more, just daring him to say 'yeah and I'm the one with the gun' he knew it irratated the hell out of her and would do it just for the effect.
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 19, 2007 13:55:52 GMT -5
((lol i'm really trying hard not to laugh out loud right now. Lol!))
Booth glared right back. "Yeah, while, I've got the gun." He smiled, bringing his face very, very close to hers. ignorant as an ass. he thought to himself, running over the words of the song by Trooper, Raise a Little hell.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 19, 2007 14:12:27 GMT -5
oh for god's sake Brennan looked up at him defiantly Stupid alpha male tendancies she never broke eye contact, they were both as stubborn as each other and that was probably why they worked so well with one another. "So" she said softly, turning her head slightly but remaining as close as before "Means you rely on it more than your actual brains, more reliable than your gut...but then again, your a cop"
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 20, 2007 11:55:12 GMT -5
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 20, 2007 15:11:15 GMT -5
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 22, 2007 7:03:02 GMT -5
((OMG i'm so sorry! Thats for history class and I made a post, too. I guess I deleted the wrong thing!!! Sorry! And, can I say something like 'they heard a gunshot outside the building' or soemthing?))
"Theres nothing wrong with depending on a gun. Oh, and," He paused for a dramatic effect. He thought if it worked on TV, it could work for him. Wait...work towards what exactly? Whatever. "The last time I checked, you had a gun, too."
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 22, 2007 9:44:54 GMT -5
Brennan thought for a moment "Yeah, but it's to big for me...I'll get a new one if you want" she said quietly. She continued to stare at him, awaiting his responce inwhich she would probably think out a clever retort
BANG
Brennan whipped around, her mind trying to locate the sorce of the noise; it had come from somewhere in the builng and she felt her blood run cold. Another example of the security failing to do it's job
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Post by Tempe Brennan on Dec 22, 2007 17:42:38 GMT -5
Booth whipped around, running out of the room. He ran to a set of stairs, his footsteps making a rythmic, echoing sound in the now silent building. He ran up the stairs, the horrible fimillar smell of newly spilt blood reaching him. He rounded a corner, whipping his gun out and pointing it around the room, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.
In the middle of a mostly empty room, a girl lay, dead and face-down in her own blood. "Oh my god..." He whispered to himself.
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 27, 2007 15:30:59 GMT -5
Brennan spun around, her green eyes flashing with smeting that was not quite fear; she went slightly pale, Booth sprinted out ahead of her but something in her gut told her to stay. You gut is unreliable Brennan follow Booth for God's sake...and hurry!
"Booth!"
Brennan sprinted after him, wishing that she had pcked a un a little smaller and therefor she would still have it now. With a deep breath she walked into the room in which she could just see Booth's large frame. She moved out from behind him and aw a girl, probably not much older than seventeen lying spread-eagled on the spotless white floor. But now a dark pool of blod was spreading around her.
Brennan felt sick, but she had to be sure. She ran to the girl and placed a hand on the side of her neck, feeling for a pulse but not getting one. She felt a cavern open up in the pit of her stomach as she felt th loss for this unknown girl. She stood up shakily, feeling the patches of sticky, warm blood on the knees of her jeans. She let out a shaky breath and nodded at Booth, telling him with her eyes what he already knew, the girl was definelty dead.
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