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"Please back up behind the yellow tape." Bones scolded from her crouched position. She was looking at the bones that were just barely hidden by the grass. There was still quite a bit of flesh clinging to it and worms crawling away and all over it.
❝——I need coffee. But I’m busy.❞
"I'm not making you coffee."
❝——Heeeeeeeeey. … Are you busy?❞
"Not at the moment, why?"
+ jackassmd
"I'm fine..." Bones insisted as she sat up on the white hospital room bed. Her fingers flexing and starting to push herself off of the bed while there were nurses and Angela urged her back into the bed. She found herself overwhelmed and didn't want to harm them. "Angela, where's my laptop?" She had been hurt while working on a case and they still weren't done with the tests on her.
Dr. Temperance Brennan | The Doctor In The Photo
For God’s sake, he knew what this was. And he knew that even more because he was precisely the one who burried a body right here under her feet. It was so funny, by the way, to stare at them searching here. “Yes, yes, I know, sorry”, he said, stepping back a few, putting his glasses on his nose.
Bones nodded to him before walking back to the remains as they were delivered back to the Jeffersonian. "Do you know anything about the area or people who might have come by here?"
[ Yeah. Right. It was one thing to be kicked off your own case by the feds when you’re in the NYPD. It’s another thing entirely when you are the feds. ]
❝Federal agent. This is my scene.❞
"No, this is Agent Booth's scene." Bones narrowed her eyes at the agent, and she knew that Booth wasn't collaborating with anyone on this case except for the Jeffersonian. Her. She was his partner. Then she turned away again and rushed over to another agent to shoo them off from contaminating evidence. They were trying to bag them up all wrong. Obviously, not knowing how to store bones.
For God’s sake, he knew what this was. And he knew that even more because he was precisely the one who burried a body right here under her feet. It was so funny, by the way, to stare at them searching here. “Yes, yes, I know, sorry”, he said, stepping back a few, putting his glasses on his nose.
Bones cast the man a curious look when they finished up collecting samples. One of Booth's collegues was questioning him. She shook her head again and started toward the van. Time to get back to the Jeffersonian.
"Impossible" Situations
The Doctor raised an eyebrow, amused. “Really, now? Funny, because in about, oh,” he looks down at his watch, “say, ten seconds? You’re going to be in one - well, by your definition, anyway, not mine.” He looks at her with a grin as he takes a sip of his tea.
"If a situation were truly impossible, then it wouldn't be able to occur." Bones said, a new curious spark in her pale eyes. Also wary, very wary. Too much had been going on lately for her to not be. "Who are you?"
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"And his shoulder was dislocated post mortem because he dragged the body off of the platform and toward the wood chipper. But the siren went off and he panicked so he--" Bones lifted the intern off of the ground and led him over to another table to make a gesture, "--dropped him down into the sewer, which would explain the the fractured ribs and radius."
She realized her intern was looking away from her and at someone else. Someone she didn't know who had just walked through without setting off the alarm. "Er...hello, who are you?"
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"This is a crime scene, please step back behind the yellow tape." And then Bones indicated to Matt where the bones were and how the needed to be bagged.
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"Who are you and what are you doing back here?" Bones asked with blatant confusion and frustration. So many people were getting by the scanner without proper identification. And they all seemed to make a bee line for her lab when she was working. So she had a bell put on her door. It was ridiculous and annoying and often cut off her train of thought, but she liked the warning.
"Hm? Oh, yeah." Persephone’s eyes scanned the woman as she spoke, casually slipping into normal speak-well, normal for non-deities. "I’m looking for a Temperance. Would you happen to be her?" Act normal. Don’t let her figure you out.
"Yes. Dr. Sayoran told you to call me by my first name?" Bones narrowed her eyes at the woman who had just walked in. She wasn't wearing the uniform or a lab coat or even an identification badge. "Who are you?"
"Hm?" he replied, not really listening as he peered closely at the display, hands in pockets and leaning forward with a distinct enthusiasm. It was a moment before he even realised he was being spoken to.
The Doctor straightened up and cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, before holding out a hand for her to shake."Well since you asked, I’m the Doctor. Er—please, continue, Ms…?"
"Dr. Brennan." She corrected him flatly, staring at him for a moment. It wasn't very often she found that people actually understood and were interested in what she had to say. Or what she said at all. "Doctor What?"
She shook his hand a bit belatedly, but still did all the same.
