The Woman In The Glasses [Open]

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

Pressing her lips together, Doctor Temperance Brennan's forehead furrowed as she stared intently through a pair of rather ridiculous glasses at a shard of alien bone. While they might have been old lady's glasses, she had actually found them more useful than some of the microscopes she was use to handling, and she didn't need to be hunched over for quite so long a time.

Turning in her chair, she placed the bone in an advanced bone cutting machine, switched it on and waited while it sliced the bone into different sized pieces. She'd already examined several different types of alien bones - she had been lucky enough to find a storage unit full of hundred of different types of alien bones. Now she just had to familiarize herself with them all.

Turning the machine off, she pulled out the different containers the machine had separated the slices of bone to. Now she could get down to work.

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[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

Probably a good thing.

"I'm attempting to familiarize myself with different alien bones, and their cellular and molecular structures so I can more easily identify them and any abnormalities I might encounter in the future," she explained before looking over at him.

"You don't have gloves on! Don't touch anything!" She chided, giving him a stern look.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

More than you'd guess, Doctor Brennan. Especially around plant life.

"How's that workin' out for you so far?" He glanced down at his hand briefly, before shooting her a dubious look. Not that Sam would have scolded him any less. Not that Sam would have fazed him any more if she were overworking herself. "The table is not an alien bone, Doctor Brennan. Probably."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Quite well actually. I've already examined more that twenty different types of alien bones." She smiled slightly, feeling quite accomplished - though she'd feel even better once she had gone through them all.

"True," she conceded. "But you might contaminate the samples I've prepared and then I'd have to start all over again."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Doctor Brennan, you'd enjoy it if I did." He wasn't completely certain of it, but he suspected it strongly enough to guess it might. And if he gave her the opportunity to wriggle out of it, she would.

"Not that I'm going to." He waved a free hand. "Because you're on break. Twenty kinds of bones has got to be an acheivement worth celebrating."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

Deciding to completely ignore his remark about her enjoying having to redo the samples, she turned and began to label each of them. His next remark though caused her to stop and face him again.

Her lips pressed together and she sat there and stared at him for a moment. "I hardly find that a reason to celebrate," she said, obviously being stubborn. Though she was actually a little curious about what sort of celebrating he planned on doing. "But, just out of curiosity, what exactly did you have in mind?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

She decided that because it was true, and he knew it. She knew it, too.

At her question, he offered a slim grin, and lifted a hand. "Well, for starters..." Said lifted had snatched the thick frames of her unflattering glasses, and plucked them away. "You'll ruin your eyes if you keep those on."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Tempe protested, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him and her glasses. "I was using those!" She pushed to her feet and took a step toward him. "I use those for work. I don't walk around wearing them!"