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milliways_bar2008-10-12 09:42 pm
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Brennan is putting pieces together.
Not bones, this evening. Or facts of a case. She’s restricted from working on open cases for the time being. Her father’s trial is officially beginning and, as Booth, Angela and the others are witnesses for the prosecution, they are officially not allowed to work together for the duration. Even casual socializing is being frowned upon.
Brennan had anticipated the social discomfort of being on the opposite side of a trial from her friends and colleagues. What she had not anticipated was the feeling of isolation. Or the boredom.
There is plenty of work she could be doing on her own; bones from Limbo, writing and reviewing articles, grading papers, drafting chapter eleven of the new novel. But her usually well-developed ability to compartmentalize and focus on work also seems to have been adversely affected.
So instead Brennan is studying the pieces of a large jigsaw puzzle, laid out on the table in front of her. She’s already gotten the edges together, and patches of Van Gogh’s Starry Night are floating in the center. There’s a lot left to put together, though.
She wouldn’t mind making the project a collaborative effort.
Not bones, this evening. Or facts of a case. She’s restricted from working on open cases for the time being. Her father’s trial is officially beginning and, as Booth, Angela and the others are witnesses for the prosecution, they are officially not allowed to work together for the duration. Even casual socializing is being frowned upon.
Brennan had anticipated the social discomfort of being on the opposite side of a trial from her friends and colleagues. What she had not anticipated was the feeling of isolation. Or the boredom.
There is plenty of work she could be doing on her own; bones from Limbo, writing and reviewing articles, grading papers, drafting chapter eleven of the new novel. But her usually well-developed ability to compartmentalize and focus on work also seems to have been adversely affected.
So instead Brennan is studying the pieces of a large jigsaw puzzle, laid out on the table in front of her. She’s already gotten the edges together, and patches of Van Gogh’s Starry Night are floating in the center. There’s a lot left to put together, though.
She wouldn’t mind making the project a collaborative effort.
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"It is SO time for a new subject."
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Brennan scoops up some more ice cream.
"Would you like to pick this time?"
Taking turns is one of the basic foundations of human interaction.
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"Hilary and I are talking about taking a long weekend and going to Lexington. Take a break from all the studying."
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Brennan grins.
"Going to visit Sam?"
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"Hilary would be going to flirt shamelessly."
She stops for ice cream, then adds, "I miss him."
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She understands. It took her a while to quit missing Sully, though the circumstances in that instance were different.
"How's he doing?"
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"I mean, I get the occasional pretty down e-mail, but mostly, good."
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"I'm also sure a visit will do a great deal to cheer him up."
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It will probably cheer Hannah up, too.
"And, yeah, I'm sure he's doing fine. He's . . . Sam."
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"Has he ever been to Washington?"