Behind
"You just might want to put on your big boy pants for this."
That ended the complaints almost immediately. It wasn't that Caroline Julian was unsympathetic—hell, she practically cried when she heard that her favorite FBI agent his top squint were heading off into the sunset. But ten minutes of complaining about the newest squint was exactly ten minutes too much.
"All I asked is if Dr. Saroyan was in her office."
Dr. Hodgins stared back at her with those blue eyes that reminded her of the other blue-eyed wonder that was no longer in the lab. Within a few days, the Jeffersonian would be without two more of its finest and she wasn't sure if the lab would ever be the same.
"She's in there. With him."
"Now you just listen to me." She had a few tricks up her sleeves, but the truth—something she had been trying to uncover since she heard about the newest hire—was always best. Especially now. "Dr. Camille Saroyan gave the Jeffersonian's board exactly what they wanted: three names and her recommendation. Was it her fault that they came back with a fourth name and told her he was her newest forensic anthropologist?"
She could practically hear the gears grinding away on that bit of information. "Someone in the government thought it was important for the Jeffersonian to hire someone of Dr. Brennan's stature or expertise and since they couldn't very well pull a star from the heavens, they settled for someone they owed a big fat favor to."
The man blinked.
"Do we know who's behind this?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," she lied, "and I will deny I ever said anything to you."
"But whoever did this has a hell of a lot of pull."
