It's been a few months, but I am back to writing once more. I had open heart surgery this past summer and am now, thankfully, well on my way to good health. God willing this will take care of the health problems that I have been having for a few years. This story is one that I have been thinking of for some time given how opposite Booth and Bones are on many public policy issues. Given this divisive nature of current politics here in the US, I thought this would be a fun short one to present. I hope hope you enjoy it. BTW, one side note. This is not a judgment on the subject of the vote, but rather a humorous little look at two people who would likely in 2016 have been on opposite sides of the Presidential debate. Gregg

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Booth knew he was going to cave sooner or later. It was almost a law of nature. He digs his heels in, and then Bones begins a slow, but steady, logical chipping away at his defenses. It was what came from having a genius for a wife who could deliver the verbal smack down to someone of the level of Stephen Hawking or, if he were alive, Einstein. Given that reality what possible chance did one Seeley Booth have? That's right. None. Zip. Zilch. Again, it was a freaking law of nature. And just what was it that he was going to cave on sooner or later? A single, tiny, minuscule question.

"Who did you vote for, Booth?"

Never mind the fact that there are secret ballots for a reason. Never mind the fact that it was his inalienable right to have an opinion that was his and his alone. Never mind the fact that, while he didn't have the wall of academic awards and degrees that his wife had, he was a thinking, responsible adult. Nope. Bones was on the warpath and he was the quivering heretic about to get torched.

"I asked a question, Booth."

Now that was a real shocker. Bones asking a question. Twelve years and many thousands of questions later and she acted as if she had to remind him she was asking a question. When was she not asking a question? Of course he would never, even under severe torture, let her know he was having such sarcastic thoughts. She'd turn around and make those sick foot sadists look like the Red Cross by comparison.

"Are you listening to me, Booth?"

What a loaded question that was. If he admitted that he was zoning in and out, he'd been begging for the foot sadists to pay a visit. If he denied it he'd been in serious shit anyway. Yep. He was doomed. There was only one thing he could do.

"What was the question again, Bones?"

"Who did you vote for, Booth?"

His shoulders slumped as he caved. He was so whipped. Thank God that Hodgins wasn't here to witness his humiliation. It was time to suck it up and take it like a man.

"Trump," he told her with a sigh.

"WHAT?" he heard Bones exclaim in a shrill tone of voice.

Yep. He was in Hell. Bones would never let him live this one down. He had a feeling that this was going to be a very, very long four years coming up starting on January 20, 2017. He wondered if he could just turn over the voting to Bones and let her worry about who would lead the country. For now he mentally prepared to become much better friends with the couch. It was a sin of the first order, after all, to do the opposite of Bones when she felt strongly about something. He just knew that his epitaph was going to read Seeley Booth: Sinner.

A/N: Way too short, I know, but it had the right feel and tone, so I decided that this would accomplish what I was hoping. I hope you enjoyed it. Gregg