Hannah knows something is up.
Well, duh. Obviously. Escaped serial killer and all. But there’s something more to it than that, she thinks.
Dr. Sayoran had pulled her out of the lab, away from a cheerful, laughing conversation about a newspaper article, about two hours after Dr. Brennan left with Agent Booth. “Sorry,” Dr. Sayoran said, after she’d explained a little about Howard Epps and his escape. “I’m going to need everyone pretty focused right now.”
Hannah had nodded, yawning. (One of the workers renovating the apartment next to Dr. Brennan’s left his radio on last night, and it turns out hip hop is not exactly conducive to sleep.) “It’s okay. I mean, it’s more important and all. And I have a ton of stuff to read.”
Dr. Sayoran left her in the lounge. Two hours later, Dr. Sayoran asks her to gather up her stuff. “I’m going to have you relocate to my office for a bit.”
“Your office? Won’t I be in the way?”
“Not really. And we need the lounge for a bit. Just make yourself comfortable, and if you need anything, ask.”
Hannah’s pretty sure the person she’s supposed to ask if she needs anything is the security guard in the chair outside Dr. Sayoran’s office. She’s also pretty sure that neither the guard nor the chair was there yesterday.
She looks at the next marked article she’s supposed to read, and then closes the journal. “Screw it,” she mutters, and pulls out her laptop.
Fifteen minutes later, she’s skimmed the first four items that Google brings up on Howard Epps.
Something is definitely up.
Well, duh. Obviously. Escaped serial killer and all. But there’s something more to it than that, she thinks.
Dr. Sayoran had pulled her out of the lab, away from a cheerful, laughing conversation about a newspaper article, about two hours after Dr. Brennan left with Agent Booth. “Sorry,” Dr. Sayoran said, after she’d explained a little about Howard Epps and his escape. “I’m going to need everyone pretty focused right now.”
Hannah had nodded, yawning. (One of the workers renovating the apartment next to Dr. Brennan’s left his radio on last night, and it turns out hip hop is not exactly conducive to sleep.) “It’s okay. I mean, it’s more important and all. And I have a ton of stuff to read.”
Dr. Sayoran left her in the lounge. Two hours later, Dr. Sayoran asks her to gather up her stuff. “I’m going to have you relocate to my office for a bit.”
“Your office? Won’t I be in the way?”
“Not really. And we need the lounge for a bit. Just make yourself comfortable, and if you need anything, ask.”
Hannah’s pretty sure the person she’s supposed to ask if she needs anything is the security guard in the chair outside Dr. Sayoran’s office. She’s also pretty sure that neither the guard nor the chair was there yesterday.
She looks at the next marked article she’s supposed to read, and then closes the journal. “Screw it,” she mutters, and pulls out her laptop.
Fifteen minutes later, she’s skimmed the first four items that Google brings up on Howard Epps.
Something is definitely up.
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Date: 2007-03-09 02:54 am (UTC)As an afterthought, he adds, "Of course, if we could get Bones to stay here, too..."
The trailing off is due to the utter impossibility of this ever happening.
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Date: 2007-03-09 03:05 am (UTC)"Safe as houses here, right?"
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Date: 2007-03-09 03:11 am (UTC)Anymore.
His brow wrinkles. "Since when were you British?"
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Date: 2007-03-09 03:45 am (UTC)"British?"
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Date: 2007-03-09 03:55 am (UTC)A slight smile.
"British is what I accuse my boyfriend of being when he gets all formal."
Which, let's face it, is most of the time.
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Date: 2007-03-09 03:57 am (UTC)Not all the tension, though. "So. You're staying here, in Cam's office?"
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:04 am (UTC)Another shrug.
"It's out the way, for the most part. Security guard right outside the door and all. Not too far from the ladies' room.
"Dr. Brennan wants me to be near the lab. Near people."
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:07 am (UTC)"Yeah, I think it'll work OK. I'll get a security detail, too, especially at night when the Jeffersonian's people have gone home."
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:12 am (UTC)"Did you ever read a book called From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frank-Franksomething? I had to, for school, when I was about ten.
"I thought it would be a lot of fun to spent the night in a museum when I was ten."
She's pretty much changed her mind.
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:18 am (UTC)Pause.
"I can see how maybe it's not so much in reality."
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:29 am (UTC)"It could be Christmas."
Yeah, she's heard that story.
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:32 am (UTC)Or stuck with Booth when he's high. God, that's embarrassing to remember.
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:39 am (UTC)"I think being targeted by a serial killer is bad enough without adding something that makes you break out in spots."
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:42 am (UTC)Pause.
"Did Bones tell you about the other times we dealt with Epps?"
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:47 am (UTC)It's her metaphor and she's sticking to it, because as far as she knows, Holmes always figured it out.
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:50 am (UTC)Pause. "She broke his wrist once."
He gives her a serious look. "You gonna be OK? We really could arrange to send you home early, if you wanted. I could do security there with the field office about as easily."
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:59 am (UTC)She shakes her head and gives him a bit of a smile.
"I'm fine. It's an adventure, right? Story to tell my grandkids or something. So long as someone can find me a toothbrush and some clean clothes, I'm perfectly fine."
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Date: 2007-03-09 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 05:25 am (UTC)She gives him a slightly brighter smile.
"So why are you hanging out here talking to me? Don't you have a bad guy to catch, Agent Booth?"
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Date: 2007-03-09 05:27 am (UTC)And his smile is fierce, the smile of a hunter who has work to do.
"I do. And I've got some security guys to put the fear of God into, as well. Be careful, kiddo."
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Date: 2007-03-09 05:32 am (UTC)"I'm safe as houses, after all."