Sad

Usually she gave little thought to the architecture of the Medico-Legal Lab, but today she thought of it only as a tomb of glass and steel.

That's why she was in her office staring at a painting she had begun before setting off for a month-long vacation in Paris with her family. Staring at the painting without seeing it.

But seeing a whole different image unfolding before her.

"Angela?"

Cam had taken up position just outside her office door and if she had anything to say about it, the woman would never, ever enter her office again.

"I wish you would have stayed for my explanation," Cam said, then sighed. "We had the best forensic anthropologist and I thought that we would do well with the man who taught her."

"You mean the bastard who taught her." She wasn't going to give any ground. "Did you even talk to Brennan about her replacement?"

For a woman who didn't believe in stupid questions, she found the one exception as Cam's body language gave away the answer.

She then gave one of her own.

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Two weeks," she repeated. "Two weeks to find my replacement."

"Angela. . . ."

"I can't work for a man who screwed Brennan and then screwed her over." Anger fueled her now. "You know what is so sad about this? You could have had Daisy, one of Brennan's students. Or you could have waited on that Cuban Romeo, or Arastoo, or Wendell. Clark could have held down the lab a little longer. I can't believe he was your only choice."

If Cam had something to say, she wasn't going to hear it. She turned back to the painting and began painting furiously, the equivalent of slamming the door in her bosses' face.