Name: Elisabeth (Lis)

Date of birth: 16/04/1991

Suicide happens when pain exceeds recources for coping with pain.

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Occupation: Student

Current study: Criminology

I used to be formerly known as CSI Ballistics

TOTAL WORDS: 16,097

Warning: in private, I do bend 'fuck'. Fuck. Fuckier. Fuckiest.

These may come in handy when space is at a premium.

DILLIGAF: Does It Look Like I Give A Fuck

FA: Fuck All

FFS: For Fuck's Sake

FIIK: Fucked If I Know

FOAD: Fuck Off And Die

FUBAR: Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition

GAGF: Go And Get Fucked

GFY: Go Fuck Yourself

GTFO: Get The Fuck Out

HMFIC: Head Mother Fucker In Charge

LMFAO: Laughed My Fucking Ass Off

NFI: No Fucking Idea

NMFP: Not My Fucking Problem

RTFM: Read The Fucking Manual

SNAFU: Situation Normal All Fucked Up

WTF: What The Fuck

WTFIA: Who The Fuck Is Alice

- Colour of your eyes

green

- Colour of your hair

dark blond

- Favourite TV shows

CSI:Miami, Bones

- What kind of movies do you like?

° True story

° Drama

° Comedy

° Romantic movies

° Thriller

° Mystery

° Underground movies

- Music style

° Pop

° Classic

° Gothic

° Film Music

° Rock

° Hard Rock

° Underground

° Hardcore

- The best thing ever happened to you

csimiamionline.com, graduating college, starting university, meeting Honey, meeting Nettie

- What do you hate?

Secrets, lies, goodbyes

- At what time do you go to bed?

23:00 - 01:00

- Favourite non alcoholic drink

Ice-Tea, 7Up, juice...

- Favourite alcoholic drink

Kriek, Passoa, Cava, Red Vodka 7Up...

RULE NUMBER TWO: NEVER MESS WITH ME!

Last but most definitely not least, I would like to recommend my wonderful beta reader, Miss Honey or maybe else known as Lady Anemone, or my Mama Bear. She says there is always at least one good thing about any piece of writing and mainly focuses on these things that would really improve the story, and I think that's really important to improve yourself as a writer, too. Pink highlights brighten me up, because this means something she liked. Blue ones point me at mistakes in spelling, green ones at mistakes in grammar. The different highlights she uses during usually two sets of comments, make me realize where I messed about with the writing, and I think I learned more with her as my beta than in English class.

Next to the corrections, there are suggestions as well. In my case sometimes to make things sound more American. What's perhaps one of the best things, is that she always gives different choices in her edits. Sometimes it happens that a sentence doesn't quite flow, and she gives two or three things that could fit instead. I really appreciate that the final choice is still mine.

Like everyone, my writing has improved since I joined fanfiction.net a couple of years back... So, please... don't flame me for crap I wrote down earlier, it does not make me a happy camper!

FANDOMS:

CSI:Miami

Bones

Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman

Xena: Warrior Princess

Worst Witch

Lois and Clark

Grey's Anatomy

Prison Break

Dirty Dancing

Raise Your Voice

Matilda

Harry Potter

Twilight

Nanny McPhee

Junior

Last Chance Harvey

CSI:Miami: Calleigh/Horatio (DuCaine), Calleigh/Speed, Natalia/Eric, Natalia/Maxine, Horatio/Speed

Bones: Brennan/Booth (Semperance), Angela/Hodgins, Camille/Angela

ONLINE SOON

° Sappho of Lesvos

- On FanFiction:

POSITIVE - CSI:Miami

NEGATIVE - CSI:Miami

PAIN - CSI:Miami

EMILY - CSI:Miami

PREVIEW Secrets, Lies, and Goodbyes - CSI:Miami

EVENTUALLY - CSI:Miami

MALFUNCTIONED - CSI:Miami

UNDERWATER FLAME - Bones

WE DON'T NEED A MAN - CSI:Miami

Secrets, Lies, and Goodbyes 1 - CSI:Miami

BROKEN AWKWARDNESS - Bones

CROSSOVER - CSI:Miami & Bones

HYDROGEN SULFIDE - CSI:Miami

Delektorsky Double Drama - CSI:Miami

Gotta Be Somebody? - CSI:Miami

ExtraOrdinary - Bones

Big Girls Don't Cry - CSI:Miami

NO WHITE CHRISTMAS - CSI:Miami

I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing - CSI:Miami

SHINING NEW YEAR - CSI:Miami

TOGETHER ON THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY - CSI:Miami

NAILS - CSI:Miami

After Twilight -Twilight

Blown Up - CSI:Miami

Secrets, Lies, and Goodbyes 2 - CSI:Miami

HUNGRY EYES - Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman

LOST MOMENTS - Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman

WARM HANDS - Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman

IAB - In All Black - CSI:Miami

I Wanna Know What Love Is - CSI:Miami

Rainy, New Memory - Grey's Anatomy

Blame It On The Bossa Nova - CSI:Miami

My Angel Gabriel - CSI:Miami

Sacrifice Me - CSI:Miami

The Girl From The DVD - Raise Your Voice

ATF trouble - CSI:Miami

DANGEROUS - CSI:Miami

Hard Times - CSI:Miami

Old Habits - CSI:Miami

Some Other Time - CSI:Miami

Spanish Intercourse - CSI:Miami

Head Under Water - CSI:Miami

Boston University - Matilda

King's Cross again - Harry Potter

Dirty After Dancing - Dirty Dancing

The Change In The Teacher - Worst Witch

Baby, Babier, Babiest - Bones

Jenny's Deep Secret - Matilda

Erin Mallory - Lois and Clark

Out Of Sanity - CSI:Miami

A Fish Like Morning - Xena: Warrior Princess

ILIAS - CSI:Miami

My Birth Name Was Emma - CSI:Miami

Louisiana Nights - CSI Miami

Almost Love - CSI:Miami

Fragility - Bones

Untitled - Bones

Resemblance - Bones

Actually love - Actually Love

The Bet In The Dream - Bones

Harmony's Return - Nanny McPhee

Paradise by the Dashboard Light - Junior

After Junior - Junior

Too Lost In You - Junior

Calleigh's New Years - CSI:Miami

Chance Taken - Last Chance Harvey

After Living - Last Chance Harvey

I love babies.

Hi, there. My first name happens to be Deborah, but I'm used to being called Elisabeth. That's my unofficial second name and in my opinion much nicer than the one my daddy's picked. I happily cried, and screamed my lungs open at twilight one sudden Tuesday half a month earlier than initially anticipated, on springful April 16th, 1991. That means I'm currently eighteen years old. I'm housed in the northern Flemish-speaking part of Belgium, in Europe. I'm bi. I try being constantly unbiased about anyone's appearance. Try seeing past it, and you might find yourself amazed. I mostly feel attracted to prettiness inside another human being, rather than their features, unimportant age or gender. That explains why I find myself (again unofficialy) married to the sweetest women that exists; her pet name's Nettie. She's twenty-seven, and nevertheless my own Norwegian belle, who I love most. She really gives me that particular, tingling feeling so often described in love stories; but that doesn't mean we don't have issues sometimes. Ah, well... We fight. We break up. We kiss. We make up. I actually met her on here! I eventually happen to find myself the musical, professional fluteplayer I desired to be since I could distinct different tones, after ten years in Music Academy and came to love all kinds of music, even noise, it's said... The one hobby which deprives the largest part of my time, turns out to be writing, though. I'm obsessed with CSI:Miami, and Bones, which should explain why I started studying Criminology, in Louvain, at the Catholic University. I'm not exceptionally religious, though. I successfully graduated college in Latin and Science. I'm intrigued by myths and legends, particularly Greek, Roman, and Celtic. The color of my eyes is a rather light kind of blueish green, my hair is naturally curly and darker blond. In summer, it lightens a little by sun. I once dyed it purplish fushia. I'm more like a morning person. My family on dad's side runs a small, little farm; what resulted in me to love all kinds of animals, cows and cats most definitely. I don't like ants much. I really like watching drama and romance, actually, I love all kinds of movies, except for Science Fiction and obvious Middle Age stuff. I don't have much with that period. I don't have any idea why, but I don't like reading about the Middle Ages either. It depends on its actors and actresses, though. I do have my favorites in that section: Emma Thompson, Emily Procter, David Caruso, Emily Deschanel, David Boreanaz, Jodie Foster, Jamie Lee Curtis, Hilary Duff... I actually have bunches of friends living abroad, who mean all very much to me; many live on the other side of the globe, but couldn't be replaced by the friends I have in Belgium. I cannot tear apart any tastes. I believe in Karma.

ATTENTION: I'm no longer watching CSI:Miami from Season 8. I really don't like where the show's quality has gone to. Speed leaving... Alexx leaving... CBS just throws three new characters in our direction, and we are all just supposed to take it? I won't. I won't eye any longer how that wonderful show's being screwed up more with each episode. Things have become so astonishing that it's no longer believable. In addition, as one of the few DuCaine fans, I should add that the current HipHuggery - even after Rodriguez was supposed to leave - simply nauseates me without limits.

Fed up.
Insecure.
Neurotic.
Emotional.

- Honestly, I'm FINE!

There is something you should understand about the way I work.

When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay.

When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go.

It's rather sad, really, but there it is.

~ Emma Thompson, as Nanny McPhee

FRIENDS/BEST FRIENDS

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"

FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, "Seven days..."

FRIENDS: Help you up when you fall.

BEST FRIENDS: Keep on walking saying, "Walk much, dumb ass?"

FRIENDS: Help you find your prince.

BEST FRIENDS: Kidnap him and bring him to you.

FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying.

BEST FRIENDS: Will laugh at you and say, "Ha Ha, Loser!"

FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda.

BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.

FRIENDS: Will sit at the side of the pool with you at that time of the month.

BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a tampon and push you in.

FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.

BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say, "Run - beep - run!"

FRIENDS: Will help you move.

BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move the bodies.

FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Help themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.

BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.

BEST FRIENDS: Have always had the best shoulder to cry on.

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Open the fridge and make themself at home.

FRIENDS: Ask you to write down your number.

BEST FRIENDS: Ask you for their number.

FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

BEST FRIENDS: Have a closet full of your stuff.

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a biography on your life.

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

BEST FRIENDS: Will always go with you.

FRIENDS: Will ask why you're crying.

BEST FRIENDS: Already have the shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry.

FRIENDS: Will say, "Don't hurt her," and leave it at that.

BEST FRIENDS: Will say, "She's my best friend, break her heart, I'll break your nose!"

FRIENDS: Will wait for you if you're late.

BEST FRIENDS: Are the only reason why you're never on time.

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Calleigh/Horatio

Calleigh: Is it as bad as it looks?
Horatio: It's actually worse than it looks.

Horatio: Calleigh, the bullet?
Calleigh: There was no bullet.
Horatio: Well how did the pilot get shot?
Calleigh: He didn't.
Horatio: A rivet runs through it.

Horatio: Good. What would you like in your coffee?
Calleigh: Sugar.

Calleigh: Do you believe her story?
Horatio: I don't know... I guess that depends you like seeing men dress up in your underwear or not.
Calleigh: Personally... leather chaps, nothing else. ... That was a joke.
Horatio: I know.

Horatio: Boom. Boom. Boom. And that's called the Kill Zone.
Calleigh: No messing around, just quick and deadly...

Horatio: Nice work. Have you considered a transfer to SWAT?
Calleigh: I don't look good in all black.
Horatio: I beg to differ.

Horatio: So what do you get when a six-foot-tall man lays down with a three-foot-long rifle?
Calleigh: Hot flashes... but that's just me.

Horatio: A present for you from Alexx.
Calleigh: Nasal mucus. And it isn't even my birthday.
Horatio: Sorry about that.

Horatio: How do you feel?
Calleigh: Like a hummingbird on six cups of coffee.

Calleigh: Sometimes it's difficult to have family.
Horatio: Sometimes it's more difficult not to.

Calleigh: And we're very good at giving testimony.
Horatio: So, Joe, two words: murder... One.

Calleigh: I wanted you to see this before I gave it to Stetler... He definitely had to look at his gun.
Horatio: Lieutenant Caine's expended six rounds, Tim Speedle's, Tim Speedle's malfunctioned... There are many reasons for a misfire, aren't there?
Calleigh: Faulty gun mechanism, low grade amunition... Poor gun maintenance...
Horatio: Designation of one of them would be speculation on our part.
Calleigh: We never speculate. Bottom line, the gun malfunctioned.
Horatio: And that closes the IAB investigation, doesn't it?
Calleigh: Do you want me to help you with Tim's things?"
Horatio: No, thank you.
Horatio: Hey... Come here... You hang in there.

Calleigh: Find anything?
Horatio: Actually, it’s the absence of something that’s interesting.

Horatio: Hang on there's a problem, take a look at that address.
Calleigh: 1126 Charthouse Drive, it's in the grove.
Horatio: Miami Beach Cafe wich is right on the water is at 1020 Charthouse right? So 1126 would probably make his front door out in the Atlantic wouldn't it?

Calleigh: Guy forces a couple on a ride, crashes the car, kills the woman, leaves the money. That doesn't sound like any car-jacking I've ever heard of.
Horatio: Join the club.

Horatio: Mitsubishi, with stolen tags.
Calleigh: I’m going to put out a broadcast, armed and dangerous.
Horatio: Yes, and low profile please.
Calleigh: How low?
Horatio: Ground level.
Calleigh: Spike strips!

Horatio: Calleigh? ... Calleigh? ... Calleigh, I don't want you to move until we've checked you out, paramedics are on the way.
Calleigh: The evidence is...
Horatio: Right now, sweetheart, that's not important.
Calleigh: But it's all compromised.
Horatio: Yes, everything, but you, Ma'am.

Calleigh: I guess somebody will always think it's easy to make a hundred.
Horatio: But we... We know different, don't we?

But! I swear too Drunk I'm no Goddess!

Temperance/Seeley

Brennan: Those people deserved the truth.
Booth: Their daughter was murdered; they deserved the kindness of a lie.

Brennan: So what do you do first? Do you do confront the senator?
Booth: Listen. Bones...
Brennan: Don't call me Bones.

Booth: What can you tell me?
Brennan: Not much. She was a young woman, probably between 18 and 22. Approximately five-foot three, race unknown, delicate features.
Booth: That's all?
Brennan: Tennis player.
Booth: How do you get a pretty tennis player out of that yuck?

Booth: You know, if it weren't for you, those people would have never known what happened to their daughter. It's gotta be worse than the truth.
Brennan: I know exactly how the Ellers felt about Cleo. My parents disappeared when I was 15 and nobody knows what happened to them.
Booth: Being a sniper, I took a lot of lives. What I'd like to do before I'm done is to try and catch at least that many murderers.
Brennan: Please. You don't think there's some kind of cosmic balance sheet... I'd like to help you with that.

Booth: You know, you being a good shot, doing martial arts, it's all your way of dealing. I mean, who knows better than you how fragile life can be.
Brennan: Maybe an Army Ranger sniper who became an FBI homicide investigator.

Booth: You OK?
Brennan: Don't be nice too me after I got you in trouble.
Booth: Your heart was in the right place.
Brennan: No. I'm not a heart person, you're a heart person. I'm a brain person. You vouched for me.
Booth: Forget it.
Brennan: No, I won't.

Booth: Getting information out of alive people is a lot different than getting information out of a pile of bones. You have to offer up something of yourself first.
Brennan: What exactly did you do in the military?
Booth: You see? You see what you did right there Bones? You asked a personal question without offering anything personal in return, and since I'm not a skeleton, you get zilch. Sorry!

Brennan: I find you very condescending.
Booth: Me? I'm condescending? I'm not the one who's gotta mention that she's got a doctorate every five min-
Brennan: I am the one with the doctorate.
Booth: Yeah, well, you know what? I'm the one with the badge and the gun, huh?

Brennan: That's the best you can do?
Booth: What?
Brennan: Getting Homeland Security to snatch me so you can stage a fake rescue.
Booth: At least I picked you up at the airport.

Booth: Temperance, partners share things. Builds trust.
Brennan: Since when are we partners?
Booth: I apologize for the assumption.

Booth: A case this big. The director is going to create a special investigation unit and if I line my ducks up in a row, I can maybe, head it up.
Brennan: I don't know what that means but I think maybe I can be a duck.

Brennan: What exactly am I supposed to be squinting at?
Booth: Ahh, you know, it's like pornography. You'll know when you see it.

Booth: You know you're not the only forensic anthropologist in town.
Brennan: Yes I am. The next nearest is in Montreal. Parlez-vous français?

Booth: He's got no sense of discretion, that kid. Typical squint.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.
Booth: When cops get stuck we bring in people like you, ya know? Squints, you know, squint at things.
Brennan: Oh you mean people with very high IQs and basic reasoning skills?

Booth: Bones identifies bodies for us.
Brennan: Don't call me Bones and I do more than identify.

Booth: You expect me, a federal agent, to declare war on a United States senator based on your little holographic crystal ball?
Brennan: It's not magic. It's a logical recreation of events based on evidence.

Booth: What are you trying to do?
Brennan: Blackmail you.
Booth: Blackmail a federal agent.
Brennan: Yes.
Booth: I don't like it.
Brennan: I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to.
Booth: Fine. You're in.

Booth: What's it going to take?
Brennan: Full participation in the case.
Booth: Fine.
Brennan: Not just lab work. Everything.
Booth: What? You want me to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder.
Brennan: I don't know what that means.

Booth: A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery...
Brennan: Arlington National Cemetery is full of decomposed corpses. It's a cemetery.

Booth: I told them to tell the press that it was an undercover operation.
Brennan: But it would be a Rosegarden Ceremony. That's an honor, right? I thought you FBI guys liked your medals.
Booth: No pleasure in taking someone's life. Nothing to celebrate.
Brennan: You saved so many people Booth. Don't forget that.
Booth: Wanna get another drink?
Brennan: Shouldn't you be getting home? Tessa will be worried about you.
Booth: Yeah. I guess I should... Thanks for your help, Bones.
Brennan: Sure.

Brennan: If you see him, will you shoot?
Booth: Well, he might not have the bomb.
Brennan: You don't believe that.
Booth: I'm not taking out a target Bones, unless I'm sure.
Brennan: Is that how you make it easier? Calling him a target?
Booth: You know, you really picked an odd time to have that conversation.

Brennan: This is my lab, I'm a scientist, a doctor.
Booth: So I've heard.
Brennan: Would you be able to do your job when someone's looking over your shoulder all the time?
Booth: You do, OK? I developed a tolerance.

Booth: Ah, come on Bones. Just work with me here, alright? It’s what we in the law enforcement call positing a scenario. And don’t use the word eschew.
Brennan: What if you and Tessa were going to break up and you didn’t want to?
Booth: Which I don't.
Brennan: Well, I’m positing a scenario. Tessa wants to break up and you don’t want to, so she poisons you.
Booth: No, no, no.
Brennan: And then just to make sure she blows you up with a bomb.
Booth: Why would Tessa do that?
Brennan: Exactly. Thank you.
Booth: See, cause Tessa and I, that’s a bad example.
Brennan: Well you’re a couple in love, right?
Booth: Why do you keep bringing up Tessa? I mean why? What’s the big deal? Is it so odd for you that I have someone in my life?
Brennan: We were talking about couples. It’s a natural segue way.
Booth: Alright, you know, you have to quit using the words segue way and eschew, alright? They sound French.
Brennan: Keep changing the subject. I get it. You’re sensitive about you and Tessa.
Booth: Why aren’t we talking about you and your boyfriend?
Brennan: I don’t have a boyfriend.
Booth: You just said that as though it’s a good thing and you know what? That’s a very, very sad comment on your personal life.
Brennan: Look, you’re angry again.

Booth: You know that thing where you ask for the strength to change the things that you can and the wisdom to know the difference?
Brennan: Not really.
Booth: Well, it's a good thing.
Brennan: Who do you ask?
Booth: For what?
Brennan: For the strength and the wisdom.
Booth: God.
Brennan: And it works?
Booth: Can we talk about something else?
Brennan: Sure. Tessa?
Booth: Tessa!? No. Why do you want to talk about Tessa?
Brennan: Why? Why? Why not? I'm sorry, we won't talk about Tessa.
Booth: I prefer if we would just stay on point and talk about things that you like to talk about, like dead people. Dead bodies?
Brennan: Sure, sure. You’ve killed a lot of people, right? When you were a sniper?
Booth: Maybe we shouldn’t talk at all.
Brennan: Right, cause you’re angry.
Booth: I'm not angry. Not.
Brennan: ... We’ll find out who killed him, Booth. We’ve got Hamid’s body. You can always count on the dead.

Booth: OK, what is so funny?
Brennan: I just never figured you being in a relationship.
Booth: Why? Do you think something's wrong with me?
Brennan: Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with a solitary existence.
Booth: What me? You're solitary.
Brennan: No no, I'm private, it's different and we weren't talking about me.
Booth: I was.
Brennan: I wasn't. Look, I'm happy for you. Relationships have anthropological meaning. No society can survive if sexual bonds aren't forged between -
Booth: What the hell are you talking about?

Booth: The vehicle is registered to a Hamid Masruk, head of the American-Arab Friendship League.
Brennan: If you know who it is then why do you need me?

Booth: We're dealing with someone here who devalues an entire culture; terrorizing people by using God to justify mass murder.
Brennan: You're making it personal. That doesn't help.
Booth: It is personal, Bones. All of us die a little bit on one like this.

Booth: Tell you what, why don't we make a deal where we allow him to study us and in return he gives us psychological profiling on demand.
Sweets: Okay.
Brennan: No, you like that sort of thing, but I don't see the point.
Booth: I just think that he doesn't want to admit that he likes us.
Brennan: Do you liiike us?
Sweets: What?
Booth: And he wants to spend time with us.
Brennan: Is that true Sweets? You like us?
Sweets: No.
Booth: He wants to spend time with us.
Booth and Brennan: °sing-song° He really likes us.
Sweets: Alright, you know what, I'm sorry I made the offer, I take it back, forget it. °walks off°

Brennan: Psst. °sits next to Booth°
Sweets: °approaching Booth and Bones° I'm writing a book. Taking a clinical approach to efficacy and focused outcomes. You shouldn't work well together, but you do, I'd like to study it further.
Booth: °to Bones° I don't get it.
Brennan: °to Booth° He wants to study us.
Sweets: Once a week. Nothing changes.
Booth: °to Bones° Now why would we want to do that?
Brennan: °shrugs; to Booth° I can't think of a good reason.
Sweets: Okay. See. That thing that you do when you talk to each other while excluding the third party, namely me. It's an adaptive mechanism. For, uh, disparate entities to bond together against their own individual impotences to dissociate. It's, um ... It's what ...
Booth: °to Bones° What's that mean for us?
Brennan: °to Booth° Nothing useful.

Brennan: Until I was thirteen I wanted to be the next Cyndi Lauper.
Booth: I'd say you're kidding but I don't think you know how to kid.
Brennan: The other girls and I referred to her as rad. °laughs° My mother said I sang just as well.
Booth: As well as Cyndi Lauper?
Brennan: Yes.
Sweets: Mothers do that. It's healthy.
Brennan: No it wasn't just flattery. My mother told me I sang "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" better than she did. °Booth Laughs°
Sweets: It was an expression of affection, Dr. Brennan. Not an objective evaluation of your abilities.
Brennan: Well, I think you're wrong.
Booth: Okay then, go ahead, belt it out.
Brennan: No!
Sweets: Yeah, come on give us a few bars.
Booth: Come on...
Brennan: I can't just burst into song. I have to have music and an appropriate atmosphere of frivolity.
Booth: Diva, forensic genius, best-selling author, better than Cyndi Lauper...

Booth: There's got to be other stuff going on here, right?
Sweets: What?
Booth: Transference, uh paranoia. Come on! I mean, when I offer her a piece of pie, you say it has deeper meaning!
Brennan: I don't like pie, Booth.
Booth: Apple pie. She doesn't like baked pie.
Brennan: I don't like my fruit cooked.
Sweets: Okay, changing the subject is a way to avoid your feelings.
Booth: My feelings? Okay, now you're attacking my feelings?

Booth: I gave a list of people to the Bureau to inform them that I was not really dead, you know? If they didn't tell you, it's not my fault.
Sweets: Dr. Brennan is actually upset because she had to face strong emotions that she'd rather deny. Striking Agent Booth indicated the depth of your feelings for him. It was a very passionate act.
Booth: Thank you! Did you hear that? Passion!
Brennan: Yes, passion, because anger is a passion. Anger at being manipulated!
Zack: Dr. Brennan ...
Booth: Aw, forget it!

Booth: °to Sweets° So go ahead tell her.
Sweets: Tell her what?
Brennan: Tell me what?
Booth: Tell her now?
Sweets: What?
Booth: Fine. I'll tell her. °to Brennan° Okay, I sent my list to the Bureau, they sent it to Sweets. °to Sweets° You were the one who decided not to tell Dr. Brennan that I was still alive. °to Brennan° He's the one you should have slugged. So do it. Go ahead, do it now.
Brennan: What? You chose not to tell me?
Sweets: Yes, it's true. Technically.
Booth: Technically?
Sweets: Okay, I reviewed the list, and I decided, knowing Dr. Brennan as I do, that she was in fact able to handle your death.
Booth: °to Bones° Slug him.
Sweets: It was a national security issue - the fewer people that knew Agent Booth was alive the safer he would be.
Brennan: °to Booth° I think that was a good choice.
Sweets: °relieved° Awesome.
Booth: You do?
Brennan: Yes. You knew that Booth's death was something I could deal with because it's something I can compartmentalize.
Booth: Whoa, wait a minute, now why are you mad at me then?
Brennan: Because you should have told me personally.
Booth: Oh, I should have just ignored national security concerns, broken the law, and told you.
Brennan: Yes.

Booth: Bones broke into my house last night --
Brennan: There was a key!
Booth: ... All angry because nobody told her that I was dead. And I was just following protocol!
Sweets: Broke into your house?
Brennan: There was a key.
Booth: °talking over her° And barged into my bathroom.
Sweets: °laughing° What were you doing?
Brennan: He was drinking beer and reading a comic book.
Booth: I was taking a bath!
Sweets: You read comics and drink beer naked?
Booth: Wait a minute. Bones bursts into my bathroom, alright, and I'm weird for being naked?!

Sweets: Does it seem that your partnership provides a surrogate relationship, making it more difficult to form other bonds?
Brennan: A surrogate relationship wouldn't necessarily be such a bad thing because then I could avoid the sting of rejection which, however fleeting... is still uncomfortable.
Booth: Right. Okay, look, I'm sorry, you know what, if Mark and Jason don't know how lucky they are, they don't deserve you in the first place.
Brennan: No, relationships are temporary.
Booth: No, that's not true, Bones, you're wrong. Okay, there is someone for everyone, someone you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. Alright, you just have to be open enough to see it... that's all.

Booth: °walking out the door with Brennan° How about Chinese?
Sweets: I love Chinese! Love it.
Brennan: °ignoring Sweets° I feel more like Thai.

° Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows.

° A friend is someone who reaches out for your hand... and touches your heart.

° Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

° A friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find but lucky to have.

° Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

° A friend is someone who walks in when the whole world has walked out.

° Side by side or miles apart, good friends are always close to the heart.

° Good friends share good times, but great friends divide pain.

° A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.

If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space!

HARRY POTTER...

"I cared about you too much," said Dumbledore simply. "I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act."

THE TWILIGHT SAGA...

Bella: "Should I be afraid?"
Edward: "Terrified."

(\ _ /) I.
(='.'=) AM.
(")_(") DANGEROUS. ... REALLY!!