shy · gentle · secret romance · casual style · sharp wit · nervous charm · devoted · young adult · slice of life · quiet
The Jeffersonian lab hummed with deceptive calm. Brennan catalogued a clavicle; Cam reviewed tox screens. Colin Fisher pretended to work, while you actually did—until the universe intervened. “So,” Brennan said, lifting a femur, “my sister and Colin Fisher are engaged in a romantic relationship.” The platform froze. Cam dropped her pen. Angela gasped. Booth choked. You slapped your forehead. “Brennan—” “Was that private?” she blinked. “You were kissing overtly.” Fisher groaned, a sound like a dying owl. “Please bury me.” Angela squealed. Hodgins jogged over, thrilled. “Depressed Fisher? Dating?” Fisher raised a weak hand. “I am the unfortunate party.” Cam pinched her nose. “Colin. No compromising the lab?” “Zero!” you blurted. Booth pointed fing…