Here we go! Chapter 5:)
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"What's one thing you've never told anyone?" Deni asked, her blue eyes aglow, eagerly awaiting an answer. She was sitting cross legged on her cot, in a camisole and a dusty pair of cheer shorts. Temperance sat in the cot next to her, lying down and trying to catch and inkling of sleep. This proved to be a challenge with Deni continually asking her random questions that were in no relevant to the task they were trying to accomplish.
"Deni, this game is stupid." She mumbled. Deni looked taken aback.
"It most certainly is not! We're discovering your personality through your answers." She smiled.
Brennan sighed.
"You sound like Sweets." She grinned a little.
"Who's Sweets?" Deni asked as she pulled her long hair into a ponytail.
"He's a psychologist." She answered wistfully, and for the first time she felt a faint hint of homesickness. A small shower of gloom fell over her as she remembered sitting next to Booth in the big chairs, staring down the young, curly haired boy. She could almost hear Booth's cell phone blare and see him jump up, clutching her by the wrist and pulling her up with him.
"Gotta go, Sweets, we've got a case." He'd exclaim as they ran out the door.
She closed her eyelids, but her brain kept hearing Deni, who was talking about something, not realizing that the person she was talking to was almost asleep. After several minutes of staring at her eyelids, she sat up. There was no point in trying to sleep. It would never come anyway.
"What was the question?" Brennan asked, unaware that it had been twenty minutes since it had been asked.
"What question…oh, that one!" Deni grasped, "The question was: What is one thing you've never told anyone?"
"Um…" Brennan had to think. She didn't ordinarily keep secrets from anyone. If she had something to say, it usually came up in a conversation, or else she'd just say it out of the blue. She thought back to the times she'd said something 'taboo' about herself. There was one in particular that had come to a complete shock to her coworkers not to long ago. She furrowed her brows.
"I don't keep secrets." She finally answered. Deni shook her head in disbelief.
"There has to be at least one, Dr. Brennan!" She exclaimed. Brennan just shook her head, glancing down at her watch (which was hardly visible in the darkness). Two thirty pm.
Wonderful.
"You know, I think we should go to bed. We've got to get up tomorrow and examine remains- and Johnston told me that if we finish before the three month deadline, we can leave for home early." Brennan tried to win Deni over with the enticing idea of leaving this place.
"No, I'm not going to sleep until you answer the question. And if I don't go to sleep, I'm gonna keep you up all night." She squinted her eyes.
"I don't have anything to answer with." Brennan snapped.
"Yes, everyone has skeletons in their closet." She whispered smoothly, almost in a playfully seductive way. Brennan heaved an annoyed, tired sigh.
"My parents abandoned me when I was fifteen." She admitted.
"That's not 'one thing you've never told anyone'. It's in your bio on your fan site!"
"Fine." She pondered for an answer. "When I was an adolescent, I used to do hard drugs." She lied. Deni's eyes narrowed to slits.
"You're lying."
"No, no I'm not." She defended, pulling her thin blanket over her.
"Dr. Brennan, I minored in psychology, I can tell when a person is lying."
"Well, then you didn't do very well in psychology, did you? Because I am not lying." She continued, sinking her head into the thin pillow (that may as well have been a large T-shirt folded over several times). Deni allowed her to sleep, but she didn't lie down. She remained sitting cross legged on her bed, staring at the tent wall behind Dr. Brennan's cot. Thinking.
She loved psychology. Sometimes, late at night, after she came home and her back ached from leaning over the metal lab table for hour upon hour, she'd lie down on her couch and clasp her hands over her eyes, wondering what life would be like if she had decided to be a psychologist.
She enjoyed Forensic Anthropology, sure, but she was pressured into the field by her father, who'd been a forensic pathologist. She was a thinker at heart, not a 'Bone-Lady'. She liked reaching into someone's mind and saying, "This was in that noggin of yours, and you just never used it because you weren't aware of its presence." She was an introspective person, and she liked others to be introspective as well. She found thrill in learning new things about herself.
But her absolute favorite thing about psychology was being able to see hidden portions of people's thoughts and desires that they were aware of, but didn't want to admit to themselves.
That is what she saw in Dr. Brennan, and she intended to find out what exactly she was keeping locked up in that brain of hers.
There you go! As I mentioned previously, I am trying to have a new chapter everyday, but I have gaurd camp all next week, so that may be a bit of a challenge.
Booth: I need you to be Dr. Brennan.
Zach: I don't know what that means.