lunch bell rings

[Dr. Robert Chase]

What a long day he had, had he worked the clinic in the early mooring hours knowing less people came in during that time. Since most people were going to work, and taking their kids to school to have time to visit a doctor. He did not do much at first tell someone came in. It was a female jogger who was running and tripped over a log or something on and twisted her ankle. It was nothing to much, he wrapped it up and told her to stay off of it for a while and she should be okay in a few days.

Once the fun was over at the clinic he went to have something like a brunch, after the mooring meal but before lunch time. It was just how his schedule played out and that is all. He went and got a ham sandwich and a milk nothing but a small meal, snack sort of thing. He went and walked past a lot of tables and to one that was by the window, he sat down now. He unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite out of it. He brought the paper with him and was reading the font page now, as he munched at his small meal.

[Dr Temperance Brennan]

Sighing, Dr Temperance Brennan raked a hand through her hair. She had only started working at this hospital for a day and already she had been sent three different skeletons. Obviously, when one of the only forensic anthropologists in the country is here, word gets around. Already, she had been able to identify one as an elderly woman who had been left in a ditch after being killed. Pretty gruesome, although Brennan was used to it.

Latex gloves were on her hands, a white lab coat covered her black jeans and white shirt, her feet covered by a pair of black boots. Reaching over, the young doctor picked up a bone and studied it, finding evidence of knife marks. Noting it down, she put the bone back on the autopsy table and sighed as her stomach rumbled. Pulling off the gloves, Brennan made sure that she had ID with her before locking the room and heading up to the cafeteria.

Breakfast seemed like a long time ago and Brennan was glad to get some food into her. She was only a slim girl anyway, but she had a fast metabolism and burned calories fast. It was a good thing to have. Buying a small tub of pasta and a large coffee, she sat at a table and began to eat but not looking over at the doctor sat at another table. She didn't think she had met him, then again, she probably would soon.

[Dr. Robert Chase]

Work was always something that he did love in hs life, he did love making peoples lives better. Even if it was just fixing a broken arm in the clinic or removing a tumor from someones heart he loved all that he did. No matter if it was something big or small Chase was fan of his work. He always had been even as a kid he liked the doctor, it had to be since his father was one even know he did not ever really get along with his father, and did not see him much. You would think after that he went though with his father, and would make you think last think he would want to be is a doctor.

He really had no idea what else he could of done with his life, if he had to really think about it he could pick something out. He did try to think about it now and came up with nothing, that was sort of sad. As kids you were always asked what you want to be when you grow up, and kids always changed their minds. Chase was no different really, but he long ago for got all the thing he said he wanted to be. If all else fails he could go back to Australia and be like a tour guide or something, he did know his home land well.

He looked at he paper now, and made a face like thats great in big print saying gas prices were rising again, like always it seemed like they seemed always so high and never seemed to be what they used to be. He looked at his sandwich and took another bite and sipped at his milk. He soon saw another sit down at the table next to him, he looked at her a moment and smiled he had seen her around before but never spoke to her. "You want to join me? he asked with a smile and his light accent. "no need to use up a extra table right"? he added with a nod.

[Dr Temperance Brennan]

Smiling at the offer, Brennan stood and moved to the table he was sat at. Pulling at her hair tie, she let her shoulder length auburn hair fall around her face. It felt good to let it down, having tied it back to work with the bones. She sat down in the seat opposite him and put her food down in front of her. Temperance thought about asking his name, but his ID tag was in full view, as was hers, and logically asking that question would be irrelevant when the answer was staring her in the face. Then again, people were always telling her that she was too 'logical', too 'anthropological'. Of course, Brennan would always argue against this fact but deep down she knew it was true.

Smiling, she held out her hand. May as well ask the 'irrelevant' question, or at least introduce herself. So what if her ID, which was clipped to her lab coat, was visible. "Hi, I'm Dr Temperance Brennan." She had never been very good at socializing, preferring to stay in her lab whenever possible.

[Dr. Robert Chase]

He smiled as he saw her stand and move from her table to the one he was at. He took another bite of his sandwich and smiled as she was siting at the other side of the table. Yes he could see her name tag and she could see his but it was still right to ask for one another's. Hearing her name he smiled and shook her hand for a moment. "Dr. Robert Chase" he said with a sweet smile on his face.

He took a drink of his milk and looked at her "so what are you having he asked just trying to think of some small talk things to ask her and to talk to her about. That was just how it was when you first met someone, you did small talk and just got to know one another tell you got to know each other. Then it changed and you could talk about anything and would have a friend now. He hoped that they would soon be friend since she seemed like a nice women and he wouldn't mind spending some time with her, in and outside of work. He did see from her name tag their jobs were far from being close to one another but still they could talk to each other at work from time to time.

[Dr Temperance Brennan]

Brennan smiled and shrugged, not really having eaten much of the food in front of her. Cafeteria food had never been very appetizing and the pasta she had looked like it had already been eaten and then thrown back up, and she was sure that she had seen something similar in the decomposing remains she had studied a few weeks back. "I think it's supposed to be pasta." A smile graced her lips and she pushed some hair back behind her ear.

Picking up her coffee, she took a sip, the almost scalding liquid trickling down her throat. It felt good. "What about you?" Brennan was never usually good with small talk. She was more comfortable with bones then with the living, and she lacked confidence when it came to talking to people. It sometimes showed as well, people always telling her that she needed to get out of the lab. She had no problems talking in front of crowds regarding her books or anthropology, but when it came to small talk or even dating, she was pretty useless.

[Dr. Robert Chase]

Chase was really never good at small talk to much, he could barley think of things to say and always ended up not talking and making it all weird with a person he just met. But one he got to know them he could talk with them just find, about most anything, it really depends on the person. Like with Camron he could talk about anything with her, but with Forman, he did not talk to him a lot mostly just for work and with house it was work mostly unless he had to make some comment about were he was from. Chase did work with a lot of people and mostly all eh did was talk work with them, and noramly did not see them outside of work besides a few close friends, since all he did was work really.

He smirke a little hearing what she said about her meal, he looked down at his. "supposed to be a ham sandwich" he said looking down at it, he already ate most of it since it was not that large of a sandwich in the first place. "So how has work been for you today" he asked with a smile, again trying his best to keep on with the small talk, so they would stop talking and fr it to get all weird and everything. He again took a bite of his sandwich, and a sip of his milk to wash it down with.

[Dr Temperance Brennan]

Brennan smiled, the topic of work always appealing to her. Ever since she had started college, work had been her way of escaping everyday issues. Whether it was the fact that her parents were missing and she was in the foster system, or the fact that she was worked up about something. She could always throw herself into the mystery of a skeleton and escape for however long it took to identify the bones and cause/time of death.

"It's been pretty good. I've been trying to identify a skeleton that was found in a ditch close to the hospital. Right now I know for certain that it was an elderly lady, between eighty-one to eighty-five. I'm not so close on identity yet though, but I have my forensic team back in Washington on it so hopefully soon we'll know who it is." Okay, sometimes she could get a little too carried away, although most people found it amazing that she could immediately tell that just from a set of bones. She tried to downplay the fact that she was one of the only anthropologists in the country, not liking that fact, especially because of her book as well. Why she wrote one she can't remember, although her publisher was currently pressing her for another. Maybe she could write another chapter later that night but she wasn't so sure. "How about you?"

[Dr. Robert Chase]

Chase has always been around his work even as a child he was, he couldnt count the number of times his drunken mother hurt herself and he had to get to a doctor for a number of things. There was number of things that she had done to herself, burned her self cooking drunk, crashing her car and falling down stairs his mother has done it all tell the day that she died. Then he was on his own but still heard so much about his well known father, even know the man walked out on him so long ago. Then once he moved to the states for school and work, when he started to speak to him again. Then he had to hide the cancer he had and he pasted away about a year ago now.

He smiled and looked at her, when she was speaking about her day, it seemed like she had been doing something fun, even know yes it was a dead elderly lady. "sound exciting, all i did was work the clinic and fixed a sprained ankle, and telling a few mothers it is just a cold you know" he said. He got annoyed when mothers and people thought they knew better then him or their doctor, they think they knew everything then why would they bother going to a doctor in the first place? "tonight will be better for me i got a surgery, its nothing really some young man with a benign tumor" he said with a nodd.

[Dr Temperance Brennan]

She smiled and nodded. Surgery? Well she wasn't too good with that sort of thing. She could do it, yes. When her and her colleague had been buried alive she had had to perform surgery on his leg to stop him bleeding to death. Her mind wandered back to something her friend Angela had said when they were investigating a belly button ring that had been ripped out of the flesh at a crime scene... 'You deal with decomposed corpses, yet you're squeamish over a belly button ring being ripped out?' Yes, Brennan wasn't a fan of that and most of the time, surgery made her want to puke. That's why she enjoyed working with bones... not so much blood.

"Yeah it is pretty exciting. I used to do it for the FBI, solving murders for them." She took in what he said about his job. "Mothers can worry a bit too much." Not that she would know, having investigated her own mother's murder a few years ago, her parents having abandoned her and her brother when she was fifteen. Looking up, Temperance drank some more coffee and smiled. "I could never do your job. I've performed surgery once before, but that was a life or death situation so I had to deal with it, you know?" Smiling again, she replaced the coffee cup on the table. "How do you deal with it? Doesn't it make you want to throw up?"

[Dr. Robert Chase]

Now what she did was something he would have a problem with, he couldnt do it. He felt so horrible when anyone he was working with or knew died. He thought that was the worse when you lost someone was the worse. He couldn remember the times he lost a few people, that one women a few years ago about killed hm when that happened, it was all his fault. He was being careless and just forgot to talk to her about her stomach problem. Yes she did come in right after he got the call saying his father has passed away from cancer, with him being clueless it all. So he was so hurt, lost and confused he just wanted her out of there and didnt ask her a thing really, then, she ended up dieing.

Hearing what she said he looked at her surprised why would she work for them and now work for a hospital, he had no idea but had no reason to ask her, it could be personal or something. "they do, and get really annoying hate to admit, but if you think you know better why bother coming in" he said and shook his head for a moment. Hearing what she asked he looked at her for a moment he smirked. "it is really not that bad, i am used to it and really do love it" he said with a smirk. "now what you do, with all the dead bodies i could never do that" he said with a shake of his head.

[Dr Temperance Brennan]

A chuckle came from her lips, her mouth curved upwards in a smile, her pearly white teeth showing. Brennan had always found working with bones easier than the whole body - all the flesh and organs made her feel slightly queasy... then came the blood. Ick. She had found that during her biology classes she was squeamish. She never admitted it, not admitting to weakness, but it was probably the reason as to why she had taken up anthropology at college. Less blood and flesh... even though the bodies she worked with could get gruesome.

"Well like you say, I'm used to it. And most of the time it's just bones. I can't stand the blood and flesh." Temperance shuddered and picked up her coffee, downing the rest of it. How she needed that caffeine. The Styrofoam cup was placed back on the table and she took a bite of the pasta... which wasn't suck a good idea. Her stomach retched at the taste of it and she flipped the lid to the plastic pot over to look at the expiration date. There you go, it was out of date by almost a week. Did no one ever check the food?