(The Boy in the Time Capsule)
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He knew he needed to come up with some story to appease Brennan, but so far he'd struggled to find one she'd accept. She and everyone else thought he was 'one of those guys' and it drove him nuts to think they all thought his life had been roses and chocolate. Why did they try to make him out as the bad guy because he'd been an athlete and not an egghead? Why were they judging his life by his looks and not his actions.
They didn't know anything about him and he really wanted to keep it that way. His past was no one's business and he didn't really understand why he had to tell his partner about something that had been a humiliating experience in his life.
That Brennan thought getting a brainy Smurf instead of a feckless Smurfette for a present was considered humiliating was beyond him. He'd tried to understand it, but let's face it, she was complaining about a cartoon character. A cartoon. And Sweets, he didn't help the situation at all. The kid agreed with his partner that he was 'one of those guys' and that just added to his aggravation.
Just because he'd been an athlete and a good one didn't make him a golden boy. There are different degrees of hierarchy when it came to athletes in school and he hadn't been at the top of the chain until his senior year. What would they think of him if they'd known he'd been pantsed in the locker room his freshman year in high school? What if they knew about his father beating him shitless, forcing him to hide his injuries from his classmates? He hadn't wanted to be pitied then and he sure as hell didn't want to be pitied now.
He kept choosing stories that seemed mildly embarrassing to him, but none of them satisfied her. He wasn't sure what he could do about it because he was not going to fall on his sword for her or anyone else just because she was angry with him for snorting about her embarrassment over a Secret Santa gift in high school. He really liked her and considered her a great friend, but his dark secrets were buried deep and no one needed to know about them, not even his partner.
He knew one thing, if everyone around him bothered to understand that being 'that guy' wasn't always gold then maybe they'd treat him more like a friend and less like an outsider. His grandmother had given him some interesting insight when he was a kid and he valued that little piece of wisdom as he grew older.
Grams had told him that it important to remember that the wrapping paper on a box doesn't represent what's inside. That little gem of wisdom had helped make him a damn good murder investigator. He'd learned at a young age that the image a person presents to the world is not the man or woman inside. Over the years he had learned to look in the box and not just at the wrapping paper. It had become his super power. No one seemed to understand the secret that he'd learned a long time ago courtesy of his grandmother. Don't judge someone by their appearance or words look at their actions instead. Action always speaks louder than words.
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