What I See, a Bones Fanfic
Summary: Somewhere inside the conspiracist is a romantic.
Disclaimer: 'Bones' is the copy-righted work of its writers, producers and Fox. Seeing as I am none of those, I do not own 'Bones'. No copy-right infringement intended.
A/N: Neat little one shot from Hodgins POV about our favorite crime fighting-ass kicking- totally in love with each other but aren't quite ready to admit it- just partners – team. Hope you like it! PS: Minor spoilers for episodes Two Bodies in the Lab and Hero in the Hold. So, if you haven't seen those, you won't have a clue what's going on….
The first time he worked with us I thought Brennan was going to kill him.
He had no respect for forensic procedure, thought that she was crazy when she told him characteristics of the victim – by looking at the x-rays.
By the end of the case, she was thoroughly pissed off and tired of being told to 'stay in the lab' and being called a 'squint'. Strange enough, she never asked what it meant, although I remember us having a very interesting discussion as to our hypotheses of what it meant.
She rejected all of them, and sent Deputy Director Cullen a very strongly worded message, which Angela told me contained the more swear words than a sailor, informing him that she could not work with Special Agent Seeley Booth ever again.
Well, we all saw how that turned out.
The second case we all worked on together was the Cleo Eller case. Booth had slightly more respect for all of us, and that saw Brennan allowing him time to speak his mind instead of simply dismissing him.
Over time, we all started working cases together more often, and the sexual tension between the two of them became painstakingly evident.
Angela said it could power a small Midwestern city.
I have the sinking suspicion that she's correct.
Buy the time we worked the Cougini case, they were beginning to grow closer. By the end of that case, it became apparent how close they were.
When I watched Booth work through his pain to pull Brennan off that pulley-hook in that warehouse, I felt like I was seeing love blossom before my eyes. Poetic for me, I know, but what can I say? Somewhere inside of the conspiracist there is a romantic.
As he held her, and told her that everything was going to be alright, I could do nothing but stand back and observe.
This big, strong, FBI agent was tenderly holding a sobbing woman, who never cried.
Somehow, this was too precious to even tell Angela.
Now, years later, after we have all become somehow more than family, he's been kidnapped. The look on her face when she found out I had the evidence, when I told her that we should focus on catching the Gravedigger told me the love I knew he had for her was reciprocated.
By the time we got Booth back to her, I thought she was going to kill me, and it's going to take a lot of work for me to get back the trust that she had in me.
But, I hope they realize and share what we all see when we look at them. Love.
A/N 2: Thanks for reading and please review!
Ps: I'm fairly certain I spelled 'conspiracist' wrong, because Microsoft word told me so, but when I looked it up on it was totally right, so if you know the right way to spell it, or if you know I spelled it right then let me know. If I spelled it wrong I want to be able to change it! Thanks!
