Jeffersonian Institute Medico-Legal Lab

[argyle_princess]

For the most part, Hannah has spent the first two days of her internship shadowing someone while they went about their regular routine. Usually, she follows Tempera--errr, Dr. Brennan, but also Ang--Ms. Montenegro and Dr. Hodgins and even the newly PhD'ed Dr. Addy. (Dr. Addy did not, contrary to confindent predictions, have kittens. But he also didn't know exactly how to deal with a sixteen-year-old intern, so he just talked very fast at her about whatever he was doing. Hannah caught about a fifth of it, understood maybe half of that, and tried not to smile.) She even talked briefly to Dr. Saroyen, who first asked how she met Dr. Brennan, and then tried to steer her towards pathology.

But there are times when people are doing things she really can't shadow -- because she lacks security clearance or because they require a level of concentration that doesn't lend itself to explaining as you go along or simply because there are some things you just don't show a sixteen-year-old intern, no matter how interested in forensic anthropology she is. And usually that means she's just off shadowing someone else, but now they're all reviewing something on the Angelator that Hannah can't see for at least one and possibly all of those reasons.

So she's settled at one of the couches on the balcony that overlooks the lab with coffee and her laptop. She's making notes on what she's seen and what she's learned, because she has a report to write when she gets back to Neptune. And if she finishes that, she has a pile of journal articles she's supposed to read. Or, you know, try to read.

Comments

[dr_temperance]

"Thank you," Brennan replies.

She grimaces slightly, remembering the Hollins case.

"There are some things you don't expose a 16 year old intern to, no matter how bright she is."

"Fortunately," Brennan adds, "most of what we've had to deal with this week has been fairly run of the mill."

Which is about as close as the Jeffersonian's medico-legal lab ever gets to 'quiet'.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Yeah."

Booth is quiet for a moment, remembering. Then he shakes it off, smiles.

"Thanks for the files. And I'm glad I got to meet your Hannah."

[dr_temperance]

"Sure," Brennan nods.

"I'm glad you got to meet her too. I probably would have brought her by the office if you hadn't stopped by."

Because, honestly, Brennan would have been a little disappointed if Booth and Hannah hadn't had a chance to meet, even if it meant some cloak and dagger.

"I'll let you know when we have more details."

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Bring her by anyway," Booth says, grinning. "I'd like to see her again, and maybe show her around the Bureau. It really isn't as exciting as what you're doing here, but it's all I've got."

He nods. "Thanks. I'll see you soon, I'm sure."

[dr_temperance]

"Maybe at the end of the day?" Brennan says. "Then we can go grab an early dinner at the Diner if you don't have any plans."

Brennan levers herself out of her chair.

"And by then I may have more information on those bones for you."

Duty always calls.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"That sounds great," Booth says. "Give me a call when you're done here."

He gives her an exasperated grin. "You're the only person who makes discussing human remains over dinner sound anything like appealing. How is this possible?"

It's a rhetorical question, but he knows she'll answer anyway.

[dr_temperance]

Brennan has never met a rhetorical question that she didn't like to answer.

She raises her eyebrows. "Because the sooner I get the details to you--and, in this case, over dinner would be the soonest I could get them to you--the closer you'll be to being able to solve the case."

She certainly finds that appealing.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"That would explain the appeal, then," Booth says, laughing. "I'll look forward to it."

With a half-wave, he turns and starts out the door.

[dr_temperance]

Brennan smiles fondly after her friend as she gathers up her files.

"See you later, Booth."