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paladinsuitsyou) wrote2007-07-31 08:52 pm
paladinsuitsyou) wrote2007-07-31 08:52 pm
OOM: Man in the Mansion: Hodgins resigns
Booth sat in the diner, waiting for the call from the Squint Squad (what was left of it, without Hodgins) to tell him if they'd been able to find anything usable from the corpse to link it to Robert Frasier.
He's reading the day's Washington Post, which, as usual, focuses mainly on the latest disaster in Iraq. It's not doing much to cheer him up.
When Hodgins walks into the diner, Booth's hardly in the mood to chat with him. So he studiously reads the paper, ignoring even the wonderful pie in front of him.
Hodgins sits down next to him all the same, hands clasped, eyes down, looking like nothing so much as a penitent seeking forgiveness. He looks over at Booth's paper, the coffee, the pie.
"Pie good?" Hodgins says.
In response, Booth flips the paper and starts reading the story at the bottom - this one about George W. Bush's attempts to politicize science. Eight years ago, Booth wouldn't have gotten it at all. Now, however, it makes him think, Why'd I ever vote for this yahoo?
Hodgins takes a deep breath, leans on the counter with one arm, and faces Booth. "I quit. Handed in my letter to Cam."
"Idiot," Booth mutters. "Should'a got fired. Severance package." Knowing full well that Hodgins hardly needs the money.
"I figure a guy like you, that puts things right between us. Do we need to discuss it beyond that?"
Booth folds up the paper, rolls his eyes. "What're we, girls?" He finally looks with Hodgins, smiling. "Can I get a piece of pie for my friend?" Booth asks.
He's reading the day's Washington Post, which, as usual, focuses mainly on the latest disaster in Iraq. It's not doing much to cheer him up.
When Hodgins walks into the diner, Booth's hardly in the mood to chat with him. So he studiously reads the paper, ignoring even the wonderful pie in front of him.
Hodgins sits down next to him all the same, hands clasped, eyes down, looking like nothing so much as a penitent seeking forgiveness. He looks over at Booth's paper, the coffee, the pie.
"Pie good?" Hodgins says.
In response, Booth flips the paper and starts reading the story at the bottom - this one about George W. Bush's attempts to politicize science. Eight years ago, Booth wouldn't have gotten it at all. Now, however, it makes him think, Why'd I ever vote for this yahoo?
Hodgins takes a deep breath, leans on the counter with one arm, and faces Booth. "I quit. Handed in my letter to Cam."
"Idiot," Booth mutters. "Should'a got fired. Severance package." Knowing full well that Hodgins hardly needs the money.
"I figure a guy like you, that puts things right between us. Do we need to discuss it beyond that?"
Booth folds up the paper, rolls his eyes. "What're we, girls?" He finally looks with Hodgins, smiling. "Can I get a piece of pie for my friend?" Booth asks.