argyle_princess: (so not amused)
[personal profile] argyle_princess
Some things changed when Hannah went off to college. Some things did not.

She still runs about three miles more days than she doesn't, even if, occasionally, she has concede defeat to DC weather or odd hours and run on a treadmill.

She's a little distracted, when she leaves the gym today, thinking about what's due when, and when Sam's likely to call, and the last e-mail from her father, and when she's going to find time to get her laundry done and--

"Hannah Griffith?"

She stops and turns automatically, to find a tape recorder in her face.

"Trent Turner, Channel 14," he says. "I've been trying to reach you. Just a few questions--"

"I have nothing to say to you," Hannah says. "Please leave me alone."

(She doesn't add that he actually did reach her, twice, and she hung up on him both times. And that she received the ten voice mail messages he left after that, though she deleted them all without listening past his name.)

Trent Turner follows her, though, when she starts back down the sidewalk, with his recorder held at arm's length.

"How well did you know Zach Addy?"

"No comment."

"How did you meet Temperance Brennan?"

"No comment."

"Would you say that Dr. Brennan places an unreasonable amount of pressure on her proteges? Is it possible that trying to live up to that standard may have contributed to Addy's breakdown?"

Hannah, stunned and furious, almost answers that one, and then stops herself. He doesn't even get a no comment that time.

She refuses to run away from this creep, but she speeds up a bit. And he keeps up with her.

"Well, Hannah?"

"Ms. Griffith," she corrects. "No comment."

"I'm not saying that Brennan does it intentionally. Just does she make demands that a person who already weak-minded might find to be overwhelming? Don't you think it's at least a possibility?"

It's looking increasingly like he really is going to follow her all the way back to her dorm. And possibly further than that. She's an untapped angle on a story that's still getting enough coverage to be front-page, top-story stuff. But it's also been news long enough that a lot has already been said.

Hannah abruptly turns into the Starbucks on the corner, and isn't surprised when he follows her.

"Come on," the reporter says. "Five minutes. I'll buy you a cup of coffee, you can tell me what you think really happened. Correct all the things you think the press is getting wrong."

You get more flies with honey . . .

"Fine," Hannah says. "Give me a minute."

He takes a seat at an empty table, and she makes her way back to the ladies' room.

Once the door's locked, she pulls her cell phone from her bag, and calls Agent Booth.

After all, once the fly is stuck in the honey, you pretty much whack it with the biggest stick you've got.

Date: 2009-03-10 02:29 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Angry/gun and phone)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
Booth, on getting her call, immediately swerves through four lanes of morning rush-hour traffic and turns toward GW. The school's not too far off his route to work and it doesn't take long to get there.

And if he's late? So what. With the year he's had, he really deserves a personal day.

Striding into the coffee shop, Booth surveys the room. There are a few likely looking candidates hanging about, but he can't say for sure which are students and which might be an overly aggressive reporter. They all have that weedy hipster thing going on. One of them, though, is a little older, a little hungrier-looking, and he's wearing the red shirt Hannah said her pest was wearing.

Booth grins. It is not a nice grin in the slightest. He walks toward Trent Turner, who looks up with alarm.

"Your name Turner?" Booth asks, amiably enough. The guy nods, nervous. Booth grins even more and hauls the guy out of his chair by his shirt collar. "Then you're no longer wanted here."

He shoves the guy around a little bit to keep him scared, keep him from protesting about public property or freedom of speech or whatever. "Hannah Griffith is a friend of mine, and she says you're bothering her." The guy does try to protest, then, but Booth talks right over him. "And you know, I hate it when people bother Hannah. She's a nice kid, and she's had enough crap happen to her lately."

He pulls the reporter in very close, the shorter man nearly on his tiptoes. "It makes me mad, right? And you don't want to make me mad, do you?"

The reporter stammers out an answer that's negative, and Booth lets him go. "Take your crappy equipment and get outta here," he says. "Don't make Hannah call me again, is that clear?"

The guy doesn't answer, just takes off at a very fast walk that only barely misses being a run. Booth's grin is less dangerous full of satisfaction as he scans the coffeeshop for Hannah.
Edited Date: 2009-03-10 02:50 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-03-10 02:55 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Grinning)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Hi, kiddo," Booth says, looking much too at ease for someone who has just assaulted a store patron. "Was he the only one? Harrassing members of the press seems to be a great stress reliever."

Date: 2009-03-10 02:58 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Smiling sweetly)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Yeah. You get one already?" he says, going to the counter and ordering a very large, very black coffee for himself. "I owe you for the pleasure of chasing that guy out of here."

Date: 2009-03-10 03:12 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Smiling/coffee)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Not at all," Booth says, paying for both drinks. "That was more fun than I've had in months."

The past few months have been rather short on fun, sad to say, but abusing a reporter would be fun even if they hadn't. Especially one who refused to leave college students alone.

"He followed you in here, huh?"

Date: 2009-03-10 03:17 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Neutral/moody)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Yeah," he says, sighing. "Yeah, good times all right."

He takes his coffee and grabs a seat, staring out the window for a long moment.

"Sometimes you can forget that you're in a fishbowl, you know? Then something happens to remind you, and you wonder how everybody else in this town can ever forget it. But then you always forget, too, in the end."

Date: 2009-03-10 03:21 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"And a lowly FBI agent isn't of much interest to the people looking through the glass."

Booth shrugs. "Maybe. Probably not, although I've been all over TV lately, so it's more likely than it normally would be."

Date: 2009-03-10 03:24 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Frustrated/COME ON people/traciepwns)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
Booth stares at her. "WHAT?" He then looks out the window, as if he's wishing the reporter hadn't taken off so quickly so he could rough him up a little more.

Date: 2009-03-10 03:29 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Serious/coffee)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Yes," Booth says emphatically. "Yes, it is. I can't believe - well. No. I can."

In an insane situation, insane theories sometimes don't seem so insane to people who don't know any better.

He frowns. "Hope they don't find Clark Edison and harrass him about that. Guy deserves better."

Date: 2009-03-10 03:38 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Stern/sunglasses)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Yeah, there's not much hope for him."

Clark Edison is a grown up, though. He can handle himself.

"Same old, same old. I think I'm off administrative leave pretty soon, though, which is good. I'm sick of going through other guys' paperwork."

Date: 2009-03-11 01:36 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Disappointed)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Time-filler." He makes a face and finishes his coffee. "Punishment, basically, for not being smart enough to see what was going on under my nose."

Booth sounds totally disgusted but it's hard to say whether it's with himself or his superiors for being stupid about this. Probably more the former than the latter.

Date: 2009-03-11 01:43 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (neutral/profile/coffee)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"I know," Booth says. "And it's mild punishment, as these things go. They didn't take my gun and make me see a shrink."

Booth pauses, scowls. "Another one. Almost wish they had, just to get rid of Sweets."

Date: 2009-03-11 01:47 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"I haven't talked to Bones in -" Booth breaks off, thinks about it. "Weeks. God. We've e-mailed, but just sort of 'hey, how are you' things."

It's weird. This is probably the longest amount of time he's been out of contact with Bones in years.

Date: 2009-03-11 01:50 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (frowning)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"I just haven't seen her much," he says apologetically. "Or any of the squints. Not working cases..."

He trails off. "I suck."

Date: 2009-03-11 02:01 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Smiling)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"When's Peru?" Booth asks. "And how did you finagle an invite?"

Date: 2009-03-11 02:06 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (laughing/big smile)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
Booth laughs out loud, and if Hannah asked, he'd probably realize that it had been weeks since he'd done that, too.

"That's fantastic. Good work, kiddo."

Date: 2009-03-11 02:12 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (rueful)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Only in the best possible way, I guess."

It's how he feels about Bones, most of the time. The rest of the time he kind of thinks she's the sanest person he's ever met. That's why she's so scary.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right about that."

Date: 2009-03-11 02:16 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Smiling)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Fair enough."

"It's a good idea," Booth says, smiling. "He's finally old enough to remember it, you know? Rebecca wanted to take him years ago, but it's dumb to take a toddler, you know?"

Date: 2009-03-11 02:24 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Thinking/talking with hands)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"I guess, but I mean, we don't live that close. I kind of want him to remember it, you know? It's a big deal when you're further away."

Plus, it's ridiculously expensive. Booth does OK, but the FBI doesn't pay that well.

Date: 2009-03-11 02:30 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Parker)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"So I'll take him when he's six. He's more fun now that he's totally verbal and completely potty-trained anyway."

Booth enjoyed the toddler years, but doesn't really want to repeat them.

Date: 2009-03-11 02:36 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Skeptical)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"We can," Booth says dubiously. "I'm not sure there will be a pair that fits my head, but I'll take a stab at it."

Date: 2009-03-11 02:39 am (UTC)
paladinsuitsyou: (Default)
From: [personal profile] paladinsuitsyou
"Good point. Old Walt certainly never missed a marketing opportunity in his life, did he?"

Booth's amused. "And if they don't have mouse ears in my size, I'm sure I'll find something else equally embarrassing."


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