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November 2008
Daisy Wick was, by all accounts, an average twenty-three year old woman. She worked at a place she loved doing something she loved, working with a person she looked up to greatly. She was known for being overly happy, much to the annoyance of some of her co-workers. But the Daisy they knew was far from who Daisy really was. She had her secrets and she kept them well. She managed to keep information about her past from everyone, including her boyfriend, FBI psychologist Lance Sweets. She was still so new to the team and very replaceable. The Jeffersonian internships with Dr. Temperance Brennan were extremely hard to get. She wasn’t going to risk her position as an intern just because she had some emotional baggage and questionable connections that she’d worked so hard to hide.
Daisy was on the platform when Cam came up the stairs. The look on her face said that she was not bearing good news.
“Ms. Wick, I need to speak to you. In my office,” Dr. Saroyan told her. Daisy felt sick to her stomach. She peeled off her gloves and followed Cam into her office. Agent Booth sat there with Caroline Julian, the prosecutor they often worked with, and Sweets.
“Daisy, it appears that you did not disclose your association to the Winchester brothers,” Cam said, looking at the file on the table in front of her. Cam wasn't Daisy's biggest fan, not by a long shot. But she was a competent intern, though she was overenthusiastic at times.
“Dr. Saroyan, I can explain that,” Daisy said. 'Or at least I can lie well enough to give a plausible explanation that doesn't involve the truth,' Daisy thought to herself. Booth looked irritated. The truth involved the Winchester brothers being involved in multiple crimes and the death of an FBI agent. If there were two people that Booth hated, it was the Winchester brothers. They had been a thorn in the Bureau’s side for too long before their deaths. Booth wasn’t entirely sure they were dead, not after Dean Winchester managed to fake his own death.
“Explain how your known association with them was wiped from the FBI database? Or how you were arrested three years ago with Dean Winchester? What about the fact that John Winchester was suspected of murdering your father?” Booth asked. Daisy ran a hand through her hair. She tried to keep her body relaxed. Lance was good at reading people. She couldn’t afford to have him call her out for lying.
“Cher, you do realize how much trouble you could be in, right?” Caroline asked. Daisy took a deep breath before answering.
“My record has been clean since then. I don’t know who wiped the system, but I can assure you, if I had been asked about my association with criminals, I would have been honest. I was arrested but the charges were dropped. As far as I know, there is nothing illegal about that,” Daisy said.
“Be that as it may, you are working with the remains of murder victims, in federal cases. Cherie, if that got out, you could put a case in jeopardy. How can we trust that you aren’t tampering with evidence?” Caroline asked. Daisy looked down.
“You can’t. If you don’t trust me, then you wouldn’t believe me if I said I would never do that. Yes, I was friends with Sam and Dean…but they are dead and have been for months, or did you miss them getting blown up with Agent Henriksen earlier this year?” Daisy asked. Sweets’ expression became one of confusion and concern. This was not the Daisy they were used to dealing with. It wasn’t the Daisy he knew. The Daisy Wick they knew wasn’t the type to snap, especially at her superiors.
Daisy knew the truth, but they couldn’t. She had to protect herself, protect the boys. They’d done so much for her. She didn’t care if just knowing them made her lose her internship. Just as long as the boys stayed safe. They were family. Family meant more to her than her internship.
Booth stared her down. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the newest squint. His suspicions about her had grown with the discovery of just how close she’d been to the brothers. He knew he had recognized her name from somewhere. It was part of the files on the Winchesters, up until Daisy had applied for her internship. Her application coincided with a breach on the FBI’s network and the hacking of a file related to some computer hacker that had multiple aliases along with several other files that had information wiped. A search of Daisy Wick in the system now would yield no results. But a hacker couldn’t erase what was on a paper copy of a record. Booth had no doubt that Daisy knew something about it.
“No, I remember. But that doesn’t explain how or why your association with them is no longer in the system,” Booth said.
“I don’t know. Maybe the FBI should get better security on their networks. I didn’t do it. I don’t know who did,” Daisy said. Daisy knew someone had erased any mention of her from the Winchester files, but she didn’t know who. She had a friend who had a friend who could get into those kinds of files. Perhaps it was lying by omission, but they didn’t need to know that.
“I don’t think she’s lying,” Sweets said, observing her body language. If Daisy was lying, she was doing a good job of hiding it. When they’d told him about this meeting, about what Daisy had possibly done, he was worried. He knew Daisy had her secrets. It came as a surprise to him, just as much as it did to the rest of the team, that Daisy was associated with the Winchesters. She’d never mentioned them, but why would she if she was trying to keep that information quiet? He wasn’t sure why she’s want to protect criminals like the Winchesters when her job was to help catch people like them. It didn’t fit with the kind of person he knew Daisy to be.
“Let’s just take a look at what we do know about you,” Caroline said. There was a file folder on the table. Daisy knew what was in there. It had the cleaned up details about her life, her family. But they didn’t have the truth. If they did, they’d think she was crazy. She was determined to get out of the meeting with her internship intact and her freedom.
“Daisy Allison Wick, born in Eureka, Montana in 1985 to Joseph Wick and Bethany Moore. Three older brothers, Keith, Alexander, and Jack, all killed in 1996, cause of death determined to be an animal attack. Joseph Wick, murdered in 1996, the murderer was never caught. Bethany Moore, deceased due to natural causes,” Caroline read. It was a detailed record of Daisy’s life. Daisy just sat, listening, remembering the details that weren’t on the record.