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argyle_princess) wrote2009-01-18 10:59 am
argyle_princess) wrote2009-01-18 10:59 am
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.
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.
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They had better be. He's so over all this senseless drama.
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She shrugs.
"I'm really glad you're not dead right now."
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Being dead was deeply boring, anyway.
"I'm - I'm still sorry about how that went down, Hannah."
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"Since, you know, we're kind of in the middle of some kind of flood that seems like could pretty easily wipe out the brigde and the dam, you know?"
She pauses.
"Yeah, I took that metaphor too far.
"It would just be a lot worse if you weren't here."
She knows, because she has seen what it looks like, what Brennan looks like, when Agent Booth isn't there.
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"Thanks," he says sincerely. "I'm trying to keep everything together, keep everyone together, as best I can, and making sure those who can't manage it are able to fall apart."
Brennan's handling things. Cam is handling things. Angela's handling Hodgins, who has fallen into tiny pieces.
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She has no idea what it might be.
But, still, if there is anything.
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He has no idea what it might be either, but the offer is worth a great deal.
Then the phone rings, and the real world comes rushing back.
"You mind if I get back to work?" Booth asks, jerking his head toward the phone. "You're welcome to stay, if you're not ready to leave, but I really should finish some of this stuff up."
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Because well, she should. He has enough to worry about in this office right now, without adding her in.
That much, anyway, she can do.
"Thanks. For making sure I knew."
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It's a small thing to be glad about, in this situation, but it's about the only one there is.