argyle_princess: (computer)
2009-06-17 12:43 pm

E-mail

To: Temperance Brennan <tbrennan@jeffersonian.gov>
From: Hannah Griffith <hannahgriffith@gwu.edu>
Subj: WTF?

Brennan --

So I was in Dad's office today, meeting him for lunch. And he was a little late, so I got to listen to one of the patients blabber at the receptionist. All about how important her boobs were, basically. And what a good thing it was that she had already had them done, because now she had this incredibly important audition for a TV show.

And this is where it gets weird.

She said she was gonna be trying out to play you. Well, actually she said she was gonna be trying out to play "that kinda hot scientist lady from the museum in Washington, you know, the one who was all mixed up in that case with the guy who was eating people, and it was all over the news."

And then she said some not very nice stuff about your hair, which was kind of rich coming from a woman with her roots.

Anyway.

Brennan -- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Why is a woman whose chest doubles as a flotation device trying to play you on TV?

Hannah
argyle_princess: (so not amused)
2009-03-04 05:23 pm

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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.
argyle_princess: (worried)
2009-01-18 10:59 am
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OOM: Meeting With Booth

Hannah has three missed calls, and a voice mail message, all from Agent Booth, when she turns her phone back on after class. The message is a little ominious in its brevity -- Hey, kiddo, call me when you get this, okay? Whenever that is. Or maybe it's ominious in that for all he's clearly trying to sound light and neutral, Hannah can hear in Agent Booth's voice that whatever he wants her to call him about is going to fall into the category of Not Good.

She doesn't even bother going back to her room to drop her things, just calls him on her way to the Metro station. She's not surprised when he asks her to meet him, as soon as possible, though she is surprised when he asks her to come to his office. And while it's clear he doesn't want to talk about Whatever This Is over the phone, Hannah's starting to genuinely and truly worry.

The last time someone had news they didn't want to give her over the phone, it was that Agent Booth was dead.

It takes an eternity to get to the Hoover Building, and another eternity to get through security even though they've been told to expect her and had she realized where she was coming she SO would have gone back to the dorm to dump her stupid bag.

Eventually someone shows up to escort her up to Agent Booth's office, and she doesn't know if he's an agent or what, because aside from confirming her identity and asking her to come with him, he doesn't say a damn word. Hannah doesn't know if that means he knows what she's there to talk about and it's so bad that he doesn't know what to say, or if he's assuming that she's some sort of suspect or something and therefore not worth talking to, or if he just has the social skills of a cactus.

"Your visitor's here, Booth," the man says, and leaves Hannah standing in the door to Agent Booth's office.
argyle_princess: (thinking too hard)
2009-01-18 09:15 am

OOM: Calling Brennan

Hannah spends the last few days of 2008 doing a lot of thinking.

And she spends them at her mother's house.

She puts the whole thing firmly out of her mind on New Year's Eve, and goes to the party Sam's parents are throwing, and has a very good time. (Officially, their first anniversary is the sixth, but New Year's Day is the day she sent a certain e-mail and is an anniversary in its own right, too.)

She sleeps late that morning, and then gets up, and decides it's time to stop thinking and start figuring out what to do.

She starts by making a phone call.
argyle_princess: (just Hannah)
2009-01-15 10:53 am
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argyle_princess: (thinking too hard)
2008-11-06 03:34 pm
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OOM: After the Funeral That Wasn't

It takes a lot to surprise a girl from Neptune, California, but this does it – the sudden, disruptive arrival of . . . whoever that was, and Agent Booth's emergence from the Honor Guard, and the ensuing scuffle, and then Brennan clocking Agent Booth and storming off with Agent Booth trailing after her.

Hannah and the other no-longer-mourners stand there awkwardly, everyone clearly puzzled as to what the hell protocol on this sort of thing is, and then slowly start to drift away. Finally, with a shrug, Hannah walks over to the overturned casket and drops the white rose she’s still holding on it.

And then, because she's not sure what else to do, Hannah drifts over Tomb of the Unknowns. It's nearly deserted, since it'll be more than forty minutes till the next Changing of the Guard, and the only sound is the measured tread of the guard, puncuated by the sharp click of his heels when he turns around.

Hannah sits down on the steps that face the Tomb, smooths the wrinkles out of the black dress she had her mother Fed Ex to her (because who pack funeral wear for the first semester of college?) and tries to figure out what the hell just happened.
argyle_princess: (Sam/Hannah (safe and loved))
2008-11-01 07:36 pm
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argyle_princess: (Sam/Hannah (back to the wall))
2008-10-26 09:28 pm
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argyle_princess: (graduation 1)
2008-05-28 08:26 pm
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Graduation Day, Neptune High

All in all, it's a pretty uneventful graduation ceremony, by Neptune standards. Which is to say, no one is arrested in the middle of it. (Say what you like about Vinnie Van Lowe, but he knows better than to interrupt the big day of the little darlings of Neptune's Who's Who just to arrest a nobody biker.)

The ceremony itself is, of course, only the beginning of things -- there will be a solid week of parties around Neptune, with a great deal of negotiation between parents to determine who gets Saturday night and who gets stuck with Wednesday afternoon. There's a school sponsored please-don't-get-yourself-killed-on-graduation-night party tonight, but it can't compete with the blow out Amber's throwing, and no one who's anyone is going. Hannah's skipping both (not that she was invited to the latter); she's had plans with Em for graduation for years, and they might even let the boys tag along.

She needs to find her parents (who seem to be doing a halfway decent job of getting along today, much to Hannah's utter relief) but right now there's a brief lull in the hugs and congratulations, and Hannah is taking a moment.

She's survived high school. In Neptune. And she has the diploma to prove it.
argyle_princess: (stronger than you think I am)
2008-05-26 09:52 pm
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Just Desserts

Millific to follow the Bones finale, written largely to relieve my feelings. Lance Sweets has no idea what’s about to hit him.

Just Desserts )
argyle_princess: (won't look down (eyes ahead))
2008-01-06 10:36 pm
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