Hello out there! This is a collaborative work between me (Heavensdarkrosechild) and Americanchick!

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"But you promised" cried Angela.

"I never promised Angela. I simply agreed to help you with your dilemma if I had the time. I foolishly consented to my involvement without obtaining the parameters to which I'd be agreeing. Now that I have obtained and processed the parameters I have come to the conclusion that my time is better spent elsewhere, specifically here identifying remains." Brennan responded logically mapping out her reasoning.

"I really need your help" Angela said quietly

"I think unidentified remains trump playing dress up" Brennan said giving a slight eye roll at her best friend's behavior

"Not dress up, modeling" Angela said firmly, "and it's for an important art gallery presentation…I wouldn't ask if I wasn't in a jam" she wheedled

"Jam?!" Brennan asked, confusion coloring her words, "What does jam-" Angela gave her a look "…oh you weren't being literal… You were using the connotation of the word to express your predicament."

"Please, Bren" Angela implored ignoring her friend's musings.

Brennan sighed, "I don't know why but I feel compelled to succumb to your pleading"

"That feeling is called being a good friend" Angela said with a broad grin, she was winning

"…Alright. As I'm constantly being informed 'the dead bodies can wait another day' though I don't quite understand how the deceased can be described as waitin-"

Angela cut her off in excitement, "Oh thank you Sweetie, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I really think that's an excessive utterance of appreciation, Ange." Brennan called as her best friend waltzed out the door.

Brennan sighed, what had she gotten herself into…

She peered helplessly at her reflection.

"Angela this skirt is tiny." Brennan whined as she looked at the very skimpy outfit that her best friend had convinced her to wear.

"What exactly is the theme of this art exhibit?!"

She received no answer from her best friend. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable being seen let alone painted or photographed in this light, Angela"

"The lighting is perfect sweetie" Angela replied fringing innocence.

"I know that a person of your caliber understood that I was not referring to luminescent qualities." Brennan snapped.

"Come on Bren, it's only for a little while." Angela promised. "It will be over before you know it."

Brennan sighed and walked over to Angela clutching the offending outfit.

"Fine, but I have nowhere to change."

"Ah, sweetie, there is a bathroom for a reason."

Brennan's eyes grew dramatically as she looked outside Angela's office and watched the multitude of people mulling about the Jeffersonian. The only thought that persisted in her mind was having one of her team members spot her walking out of the bathroom in this thing Angela called an outfit. But there was nothing she could do, Angela had her cornered.

Irrational as it was, Brennan felt a certain sense of doom as she walked towards the bathroom. She began to thoroughly wish that the blinds in her office hadn't broken.

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