Lousy Morning

AN: Okay here it is: I not sure of how to continue 'In the SUV.' It was pointed out that I write a bit bare bones and I'm scared everything is all boring and dry. Yet again solid proof I don't take any form of criticism well. I have my mother's voice in my head. Um… I have writer's doubt so, thus writer's block. This is to push it out. Enjoy, review, I don't even care at the moment.

Temperance was not happy at the moment in the slightest. She, being a punctual creature, insisted on getting to work on time. Early even. So when she slept in, hitting snooze a half dozen times, it was an immediate bad morning. Early in normally, she was reduced to rushing off without breakfast to beat the insane morning traffic.

After arriving barely hygienic, tired, and flustered, the case came in. Booth was off camping with Parker, to return that afternoon. She would need to fill him in. Meanwhile the assigned agent sat in his car. He was cold, as it was now dumping sheets of rain. The ever more grumpy anthropologist sat digging quickly as evidence washed away, the rain soaking her frame to the bone. After salvaging what was not washed away {evidence that could save work, provide clues, now floating to storm drains with common muck} she got up. Once in the car, Agent. I'd Rather Be Warm Than Do My Job hit on her. Why? Having dressed quickly she had worn a white shirt with a red bra. And being wet, this said red bra was proudly and defiantly showing.

By lunch she was starving and murderous. Her shirt was still a bit too wet and she would strangle the next intern who didn't know what to do with a lack of evidence. Her phone rang.

"Brennan."

"Hey Bones. I heard we got us a case." Irrationally she felt oddly better at speaking with him.

"Yes. The rain washed everything."

"Compromised evidence, ouch. Your favorite. How wide a berth is everyone giving you?"

"I don't.."

"Know what that means." He chuckled.

"The interns don't know what to do with out things to collect. No trace soil, or elements."

"They'll learn Bones. Well, be there soon, just dropped off Park. Try not to kill any squints."

After he hung up, she thought about the day's plan. She is messy, indecent in dress. Starving and struggling at the case. Somehow she feels better, knowing Booth will likely drag her off to the diner and feel bad at her lousy morning. He makes her find solace in insane disorder, and she will never tell his huge ego how much she likes it.

AN; Review if wished. Can any one tell me how to add a new chapter to a story? Do you use the same document? Combine them? Voodoo a doll? How? How? *begs on knees*