He called me his partner. I am not his partner, and I made sure that he knew that. I am an independent and incredibly successful forensic anthropologist. I do not have partners. I have colleagues. Partners work together. Colleagues work independently towards the same goal and then go their separate ways. I do not need a partner.
There is a reason that all the agents that the FBI sends to me only last for one case. Those pompous, arrogant FBI agents have all been more interested in climbing the ranks than in finding the truth. The truth is all that matters. Every victim, every person, every family of every person ,deserves the truth.
He is pompous and arrogant, just like all the others. But there is something different about him. He went after the senator. All of the others would have allowed everything to be swept under the carpet so their future at the FBI would not be compromised. He was different. He pursued the truth with a ferocity that matched her own. She felt that he could be trusted. She wanted to trust him.
Together they had captured a murderer. Together they had discovered the fate of Cleo Eller. Together. I did my thing, he did his and we solved a crime. I have an opportunity to give people the truth and put away murderers at the same time. I like that idea. Maybe having a partner won't be so bad. Maybe having him as a partner won't be so bad.