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Prompt #43: Remains - Her focus truly was incredible; Armegeddon could be going on just down the hall, and she wouldn't look away from her bones.

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"Bones. Bones. Bones?"

Temperance didn't look up. Putting his hands on his hips, Booth tried again. "Bones, Earth to Bones. Anybody there?" Still no response.

"You know she's not going to answer you in the foreseeable future, right?" Angela said, coming up next to Booth. "These are the remains she's been waiting to examine for the last eight months. There's no way, short of Armageddon, that you're even going to get the time of day from her. Not until she's done her job."

Booth gave a half-scowl at her words. "I can't wait that long," he said. "We have to go."

"She's not moving, man," Hodgins said from his microscope. "Not gonna happen."

"You all realize that I can still hear you," Temperance said.

"Good, that means that you know that you're supposed to be in court, like, now," Booth said impatiently.

"I don't have court until three o'clock."

"It is three, Bones. Actually, it's three-oh-five."

She made a little noise of disbelief in the back of her throat. "That's preposterous. It's two-oh-five."

"No, it's definitely three-oh-five Bones. Check your watch."

"Check yours."

"Mature," he said, looking at his watch anyway. To double-check, he looked at his cell phone as well. "Bones, I've still got three-oh-five - wait, three-oh-six now. From two sources. Now c'mon, we gotta go now."

"I don't believe you."

"Are you seriously doing this now? Bones, c'mon, look up from your bones and let's go!" A thought struck him. "Wait a second. Wait just a second..."

Temperance scowled without breaking eye contact with her physical remains. "What is it now, Booth?"

When he spoke, he had an amused grin uncurling on his lips. "You do realize that yesterday was Daylight Savings Time, right?"

"What's your point?"

"Did you reset your clocks?"

Silence. A small frown grew larger on her face. Angela tried to hide a smile behind her fingers, but to no avail. "Oh sweetie, you forgot, didn't you?"

Slowly, Temperance's hand lifted so she could check her watch. She looked at the device, then to Booth, and back again. "Oh," she said eloquently. "How late are we?"

"Assuming they got my call, we won't be that late if we leave, like, now."

"I need my - "

Wordlessly he held up her original notes, her coat, and her purse. "I got it all. Let's go."

Temperance grabbed her things without a word. If she looked close enough, Angela could see the faintest dusting of a blush on her friend's cheekbones. But the glimpse was fleeting as FBI and forensic anthropologist bolted for the door in a hurried but dignified fashion.

"Was she just owned?" Hodgins asked.

"She assumed, honey," Angela corrected. "And it made an ass out of her." Picking up her notes, she looked to the intern standing cluelessly by the remains and said, "Better wrap it for later."


This one was trickier than most, but I just drew on experience. That actually happened in my house once.

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