Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who has added my last couple of Brennan/Booth stories to their favourites list. I am incredibly flattered. This story has been playing on the outskirts of my brain, so I thought I would bring it front and centre. Enjoy.
Set after the second last episode of S6. Brennan and Booth have just watched the coffin drive away.
They walked into her office and sat together on her couch, arms still linked.
For a few minutes neither spoke, both lost in their own thoughts.
"That was a good thing you did just then Bones. Bringing flowers."
A sad smile played on Brennan's lips as a single tear trickled down her cheek. She let it fall.
"I wanted to give Mr. Nigel Murray something. Something from me, from us all here at the lab. Something to take with him."
"You didn't need to give him flowers."
Brennan unlinked her arm and moved forward on the couch, turning to face Booth.
"But you said flowers were a good thing."
"And they were. I just meant Mr. Nigel Murray already had something to take with him. Something you gave him."
"What? I never gave him anything."
He gave her a warm (and slightly indulgent) smile – she was always so literal.
"You gave him what he came here for. Knowledge, Bones. Lots and lots of it. He learned stuff here, from you, he would not have learned anywhere else."
"You don't know that. Not definitively. I never gave him a test to calculate what he learnt."
"I do know that Bones. And you know why? Because I have learnt so much from you over the last six years and I am just a plain, old FBI agent."
Brennan smiled.
"What have you learnt?"
"Well I learnt that Bones never lie."
"You mean, me, Bones, or bones, bones?"
She sat back on the lounge again. Linking her arm with his and letting her held fall onto her shoulders.
"You're the genius Bones, you work it out."
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