Brennan's Apartment, Washington DC

Brennan cuts off the burner and lifts the tea kettle before the whistle can do more than cough and sputter. Not that she really thinks that the noise will wake up Hannah, who is asleep in the living room. Hannah had dropped off to sleep the moment she'd curled up on the sleeper sofa, arms wrapped tight across her chest, around a small pink and gray stuffed mouse. And by the look of it, nothing short of a demolition crew is going to wake her up.

Hannah's stint in Milliways had apparently involved very little sleep.

Brennan pours the water into a pair of mugs, and carries the steeping tea over to the kitchen table, handing one to Angela. Angela had been waiting on the doorstep when Brennan had returned from the Jeffersonian with Hannah.

"You know you didn't have to leave Hodgins and come all the way down here in the middle of the night," Brennan says. She smiles faintly. "But I have to say, I'm really glad you did."