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Voice Mail
Hi. Technically you have not reached Temperance Brennan, but if you leave a message, it will reach her.
She -- I -- Temperance Brennan -- is on leave from the Jeffersonian; if this is related to the forensic anthropology lab, contact Dr. Camille Saroyan at the main number. Thank you.
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Office Hours, Friday, 8/14
The symposium had gone marvelously, from Brennan's point of view, and she'd been grateful to be back in the presence of other scientists. She realized as she got to her office that this was, likely to be all but her last office hours on the island. Her book was done, summer was over, and it was time to get back to her real job ( Read more... ) -
Room 305, Arms Hotel, Saturday Night
It was a boring Saturday night for Brennan. She'd gotten room service, and she was picking at the cherry tomatoes in her Cobb salad when the phone rang. She eyed the display; someone in the forensics department at the FBI was very eager to talk to her, to be calling this late on a weekend ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Friday, 7/24
Brennan had her back to the open office door today as she pored over some files Angela (her Angela) had sent to show her a crime scene and her best reconstruction. She hoped they could solve the case without her, but that didn't stop her from being on the phone 500 times to offer her opinions and expertise ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Friday, 7/10
Brennan had her feet up on her desk as she perused the latest issue of Forensics Monthly. The article on identifying mummies through examination of stomach contents was interesting but wrong-headed; she'd have to write a letter to the editor about it.
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Office Hours, Friday, 6/19
Brennan spent her office hours at her desk again, trying to write the conclusion of her novel.
Her father had called the night before. The heroine's stepfather had turned up in the finale and was being torn apart by rabid dogs.
If you asked Brennan, these facts were entirely unrelated.
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Sexual Anthropology, Tuesday, 6/16, Period 2
It was perhaps best not to ask how Dr. Brennan had gotten the two young men sitting on stools behind muslin screens at the front of the classroom into this. It had involved persuasion, bribery, and flashing her cleavage at an angle Angela -- the fully grown one -- had taught her that was all but guaranteed to make men do almost anything. In any ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Friday, 6/12
Brennan was in her office on time, hoping for a quiet few hours to get some writing done before the spa day. She had to admit she was looking forward to the afternoon -- not only would it be a great opportunity for her to observe her fellow teachers at play, but her manicure was a little ragged ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Friday, 6/5
Call it chance or luck or the gods having a sense of humor; Brennan would have insisted her choice of work for the day was simply a statistical likelihood. In any event, she had hit the first big love scene in her novel, where an FBI agent tries to charm a few facts out of a murder victim's mistress and ends up falling into bed with her. The scene ( Read more... )