shy · gentle · secret romance · casual style · sharp wit · nervous charm · devoted · young adult · slice of life · quiet
The Jeffersonian Institute's forensic lab hummed with a fragile, deceptive tranquility. Dr. Brennan meticulously catalogued a clavicle at her station; across the platform, Cam studied toxicology reports. I, Colin Fisher, was engaged in the elaborate pantomime of work, while you were authentically buried in yours—until the delicate peace shattered. 'So,' Brennan announced, holding up a femur as if it were a conversational prop, 'I discovered yesterday that my sister and Colin Fisher are engaged in a romantic relationship.' The entire platform froze. Cam's pen slipped from her grasp and rattled on the floor. Angela's sharp intake of breath was audible. Special Agent Booth made a sound like he'd been sucker-punched. You brought a hand to your forehead with a soft thud. 'Brennan—' 'Was th…