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[bonescientist]

[The audio feed turns on mid-sentence, broadcasting a seriously irate Brennan admonishing somebody.]

--looking after one mere suspect? Are you kidding me?

[A distinctly contrite male voice responds:] I'm very sorry, Miss Brennan, but this was--

[Impatient and unamused, Brennan cuts the police officer off, her tone sharp and flinty.] It's Doctor

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voice/wary Ken is wary. ^^;

[bladed_siberian]

... rough morning?

voice/he is very wise.

[bonescientist]

[Deep breath.]

You could say that, yes.

voice/It's survival instinct ^^

[bladed_siberian]

You know, it's been a rough morning all around.

voice/Iol

[bonescientist]

I noticed the City - or the citizens - seemed more senseless today than usually. It's probably going to be a busy day.

[cant_just_hang]

[Rebecca had ended up coming into work before dawn simply because she couldn't sleep. She's got a mug full of coffee from the break room and the situation outside is making her restless. She's not a beat cop so running around outside with gun in hand isn't something that occurs to her. She's walking past Dr. Brennan's office with a file on another breaking and entering when she hears the muttering. That prompts her to stop and turn her attention away from the file.]

Dr. Brennan, is there anything I can do?

[bonescientist]

[Brennan's sour mood is momentarily forgotten as she startles a little at Rebecca's question: she'd completely forgotten the door to her office is still open.]

Oh. Ms. Locke, good morning. [Grimacing a little at her badly coffee-soaked shirt, Brennan manages to reply with a small shake of her head.] Thank you, but no. I'm just... having a rather bad start to my morning, and not entirely because of what is going on outside.

[Brennan flounders a little at what else to say, not exactly best equipped for social interaction. But because she's noticed that Rebecca has a similar tendency of working as much as she does, Brennan decides to use it as a segue way. She really should try to get to know the people she works with a little better.]

Have you been here for long?

[cant_just_hang]

Since before dawn. I couldn't sleep with the commotion outside.

[She bites her bottom lip because she's not any better with social interaction than Brennan.]

I might have an extra shirt that would fit you if you need it? Or I can get you another cup of coffee. There's some in the breakroom that's not too bad.

[bonescientist]

That's understandable.

[She won't add anything about making sure she takes breaks or leaves at a reasonable hour, like any other person would likely do, because... well, Brennan just doesn't think about those things. She does, however, give Rebecca a small half-smile at her kind offer.]

Again, thank you, but I do have a spare shirt here. I'll get my own cup after I've changed.

[That may have sounded a little rude in its terseness, but Brennan just likes doing things herself. And she doesn't really realize being short may be misconstrued as rudeness. The folder in Rebecca's hands catches her attention, and she's all business again: it's what Brennan's most comfortable with discussing.]

As an administrator of the Forensics department, it's my duty to see that everyone here has the necessary resources to be able to perform their tasks as efficiently as possible. What I mean to say, is... if ever a need arises for something work related you may require, please don't hesitate to contact me. [She realizes this was perhaps a little

action / midday / backtagging is awesome?

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin, looking oddly disheveled, enters Brennan's office with a small stack of papers. Something, clearly, isn't right with the head of forensics; she doesn't usually leave her door open or talk to herself. He approaches with caution.]

Dr. Brennan? Here are the results of the blood and fingerprint analyses from the attack on Eden Mac Cionaoith.

[He offers her the papers. If Brennan's in an unstable mood, he doesn't want to be the one to tell her that all blood and fingerprints from the scene were Eden's and effectively left them with nothing.]

action / midday / backtagging is love!

[bonescientist]

[At least Brennan's finally gotten to change her shirt and had her caffeine fix thanks to Rebecca's advice about the coffee in the forensics break room not being that bad (though it wasn't as good as the stuff she usually gets at cafe Juliet on her way to work), but her day hasn't really picked up too much since: her phone keeps ringing and there's a slight backlog with some of the paperwork. Today's curse is not helping, either.

But her personal bad mood is hardly Justin's fault, Brennan reminds herself as she faces the younger man with a mostly collected air about her.]

Good. Thank you, Mr. Pendleton.

[She accepts the papers from him, grateful to have a recent case to occupy herself with. Thumbing through the analysis, Brennan feels like she should try to make an effort not to appear too standoffish.]

I hope this ridiculous curse hasn't disrupted too many of your routines today?

action / midday

[absinthe_eyed]

Of course.

[Not much for smalltalk (and he has been around Brennan enough to know that she doesn't seem to like it any more than he does), he edges towards the door.]

I was mugged on my way to work this morning. [If Justin were a normal person, the deadpan tone could indicate a joke. It doesn't.] If there's--if anyone who's brought in today has a green wallet on them, it's mine.

[No, wait--there's another part to social exchanges. The ask-a-question in return part.]

Have you been inconvenienced, Dr. Brennan?

action / midday

[bonescientist]

That's unfortunate. I'll keep that in mind about your wallet.

[Any normal person would probably commiserate more, use a tone of voice that's less distracted, maybe stop reading the file and inquire instead if he's alright. As it is, Brennan is not exactly normal either, so she does none of this.]

An escaping felon ran into me when I arrived at the precinct this morning and my coffee was thrown at me in the collision. I subdued him, but my shirt was ruined.

[There's an annoyed hum from Brennan suddenly and her brows knit together at something she reads in the papers.]

It was her own blood. Damn it.

you must forgive me for calling so late, but i really feel it's my duty;

[bonescientist]

[Brennan's just about to step over to the cabinet in the corner to fetch a fresh - or at least clean - shirt to replace the coffee-soaked one she's still wearing when the phone rings. She's half-expecting it to be chief Beckett about to reprimand her for reprimanding one of their officers in public. Blowing a harried breath of air through her teeth, she snatches up the receiver and only manages to sound mildly bothered when she answers.]

Brennan.

you must forgive me for calling so late, but i really feel it's my duty;

[bonescientist]

[Sour mood and pretty much everything else as well forgotten at the urgency in Angela's voice, Brennan feels her heart actually skipping a beat.]

Angela? [Wait, there was a question.] A good kick in the testicles should work. If you have anything you can use to hit him with, do. Aim for the head. Scratch at his eyes or, or spit, anything - where are you?

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[worksmart]

Wow. You're terrifying.

[And yet Chase just sounds impressed.]

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[bonescientist]

...Thanks.

[She's not really sure if he's joking or not, so her reply is tinged with a rare edge of sarcasm. She's probably not even conscious she's doing it.]

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[worksmart]

I didn't realise the Wonder Woman thing wasn't just a costume.

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[bonescientist]

The perp ran into me, what else was I supposed to do?