Bones in Neptune: Calling the Jeffersonian

[dr_temperance]

Previously...

In her suite at the Neptune Grand, Brennan is taking full advantage of the wireless internet. One of the many amenities the Grand affords its guests. The hotel really does live up to its reputation (no matter what quasi-snide remarks Booth--quartered at the Camelot--may have made about it).

While she has a bit of a breather, she wants to check in with her fellow squints. Brennan dials the number for the lab, using the speakerphone feature to leave her hands free for sorting through data and files. The call is picked up midway through the second ring.

Comments

[dr_temperance]

"Essentially." No wonder Booth couldn't stand the actress.

"It was like watching a verbal sparring match."

[bringonthewonder]

"I'm sorry I missed it."

There's a pause.

"Bren, I think something may just blown up in the next room. I probably ought to go make sure Hodgins still has eyebrows."

[dr_temperance]

Brennan winces.

"Tell Hodgins that I expect him to stay alive, at least until this case is closed. We may have more evidence for him to examine before we're done."

She's joking. Most likely.

[bringonthewonder]

"I'll give him the message," says Angela, drily.

"If necessary I'll give him something to live for."