Hi everyone! So, I've been playing with this idea for months, but have only really started working on it in the past few weeks. Also, it's kind of the opposite of my last story (Memory in the Dreams). It takes place after Booth and Hannah have broken up, but that's about the only time restraint.

Anyway, I don't own anything. It all belongs to all the producers and writers.

"Damn it," Brennan swore. Nothing was going right this morning. Her alarm had not gone off causing her to be running about thirty minutes late. She also noticed that her apartment seemed different, but had decided to ignore it since she was already tardy for work; but part of her wondered if there was something missing. And then, she seemed to be hitting every possible red light on her way to the lab. And to top it all off, she had a pounding headache which she found to be irritating.

Her mind wasn't on any of that, though. For some reason her mind had focused on her relationship with a certain FBI agent. See, Brennan had come to a realization while in Indonesia so many months ago. She had made a mistake the year prior when she rejected Booth's offer, and was willing to admit it… to anyone she didn't know or have a connection to. One thing that had made Brennan realize that she wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with Booth was the fact that Booth was already the standard she compared all men to. That had been unexpectedly obvious to her when another doctor in Indonesia, Dr. Todd Yates, continuously flirted with her. Seven years prior, Brennan would have accepted his request and satisfied her biological urges (something she had not done in far too long), but while there she couldn't help noticing he wasn't as symmetrical as Booth nor was he as tall or well- defined. His social skills were average and most of his jokes made very little sense to Brennan. He was academically more intelligent Booth, but understood less pop culture than Brennan did- which surprised her a great deal. The seven months apart made her realize that how much of her life Booth was involved in, and she thought that she should inform him when they met at the coffee cart when they both got back. However, he had actually moved on as he said he would after her rejection. He was in an intimate relationship with Hannah, and there was no way Brennan was going to ruin another relationship of his. But then they broke up, and Booth made it very clear that he was done with romantic relationships. He basically redrew the line Brennan thought had disappeared years ago.

Brennan finally reached the Jeffersonian after what seemed like hours, though it had only been twenty minutes or so. She was slightly relieved to be in her lab. She knew that between her and Booth, the murderers would be caught and convinced; it brought a smile to her face. But she and Booth didn't have any cases right now, so it would be good to work in bone storage again which was her true passion.

Brennan entered her home away from home, and felt that something was not as she left it the day prior. However, she assumed that it was due to her obnoxious headache, and continued back to her office. At least, until she was stopped by a security guard.

"Sorry, ma'am, personnel only allowed back here."

"I am personnel." Brennan tried to figure out how this guard didn't know who she was. She would have understood if she hadn't recognized him, but she remembered seeing him before she left for the Maluku Islands and every day since she returned. And she was not one to remember faces. (It had taken her meeting Cam three times before remembering her name.)

"I'm sorry, I know what every employee looks like, and I've never seen you before. Do you have an appointment with someone?"

"No, I work-" Brennan was cut off by a squeal she recognized as Daisy Wick. Brennan had hoped that she would calm down after several years of working in the lab. And she had calmed down to some degree, but not as much as the doctor would have liked. She was still skilled and over talkative, but at least she was past the insane security guard and might be able to help Brennan get by.

"What are you doing here?" Daisy yelled as she ran up to Brennan and flung her arms around her.

"What are you screaming, Ms. Wick?" Brennan asked as she tried to escape the grad students grasp.

"I thought you said you were going to Chicago! And you were going back to teach at Northwestern, and-"

Brennan cut her off. "What do you mean I was going to teach at Northwestern? I was planning on coming here today." She always came to the lab on Fridays unless she was undercover with Booth or had some family matters to attend to.

"You were?" Now Daisy looked surprised, which confused Brennan.

"Never mind," Brennan told the younger woman. She didn't want to deal with Ms. Wick now, since her head pain had yet to dissipate. "Security won't let me through."

"George, she's okay to go in." The security guard nodded, and Daisy escorted Brennan back to the lab.

"So, do you have a meeting with Dr. Saroyan?" Daisy asked as they walked back.

"No, but I'll let her know I'm here."

Daisy stopped dead in her tracks. At Brennan's confused glance, Daisy rejoined her and said, "It's not necessary, I guess. So, you're seeing Dr. Goodman?"

"No, I haven't had a need to see him in several months."

"You've met Dr. Goodman? I've been working here since two years before the dig, and I've never met him! What did you talk to him about?"

"Multiple things. Usually my job. Why are you so surprised I've spoken with Goodman before?"

"Because half the people who work here haven't met him. Were you applying for a job here?"

"I don't understand," Brennan answered. Of course she applied for a job here at some point, why was Ms. Wick so surprised by this? She might be obnoxious, but she was a smart woman and should be able to figure out these answers on her own. Therefore, this was a joke, right?

"Have you ever tried to get a job at the Jeffersonian?"

"Of course. Ms. Wick, why would you even ask me that?"

"Well, I didn't know there were a lot of people on the dig who weren't very familiar with the Jeffersonian. It wasn't that weird of a question. And why are you calling me Ms. Wick? I told from the time we met to call me Daisy."

"And yet, I never have." Brennan remembered Daisy telling her that multiple times over the past couple of years, and how she ignored the request every time. However, Daisy just began to laugh.

"Very funny, Joy."

So, what did everyone think? Good, bad, okay? I'd love to know what you guys think. :)

Also, would anyone be willing to beta this story for me? If you do, just PM me.