Brennan shook out her umbrella as she moved quickly through the halls to her office. Gosh, it was wet out there. She spared a quick look down to see if her shirt was transparent, as it was totally stuck to her form. It wasn't, and it looked like the umbrella had helped.
Brennan frowned as she wondered why she felt disappointed by that fact.
"Bren, sweetie…" Angela came up and put her hand on Brennan's arm. Wow, Angela looked really pretty today. "We really need your help with something on the platform. Can you help?"
Brennan stretched out her arms in front of her and cracked her knuckles. "Let me at it."
"Ookay…" Angela gave her a weird look, but pointed in the right direction.
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Booth pulled down the rearview mirror as he arrived at the FBI building, making sure his hair looked presentable. He frowned and looked more closely. There was one pesky eyebrow hair that seemed to be out of place. He narrowed his eyes and plucked it out, enjoying the sharp pain for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he looked around, making sure he had everything he needed for the entire day. It was important to be prepared for every instance.