Author's note: Just a silly one-shot, butI think Brennan actually does this. Well, as much as "actually" can refer to a fictional character. Welcome to the Bones universe!
Setting: Some time during Fire in the Ice.
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'Secrets' is a Daily Word
Temperance Brennan loved keeping secrets all to herself. She liked to think she was very good at it.
But she kept this to herself.
She'd always loved the idea that there were things that only she, and no one else, knew. Too often, people called on her vast reservoir of knowledge and asked her to explain, rationalise, justify – articulate the way she thought, the way she reasoned, the way she fit together disparate pieces of evidence. And much as she revelled in the public recognition of her many talents, she still wasn't entirely sure that she liked being forced to bring these things into the daylight.
She kept this to herself.
And today... oh, today there were so many delightful little secrets to keep.
Only she knew how much she'd wanted to burst into that locker room, pretending that she was oblivious to social conventions, just to take a sneak peek at Booth. And when Perotta tried to extract some information about Booth's dating life from her, only she knew that she'd just pretended not to have understood the question. Later, only she knew she'd felt unaccountably pleased when Booth had asked her to take him home, and then when he had asked her to keep him company while staying awake.
But she kept that to herself.
She really liked keeping secrets and had no intention of mentioning them to anyone else.
Except Booth.
Some day.
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...and the title is that of an Emily Dickinson poem.
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