Disclaimer: I don't own them, I didn't create them, and I don't profit from them. However, I would like my very own Booth and Bones plushies so that I can make them do whatever I want.
Author's Note: This is a plot bunny that has been beating me over the head for some time, but I had to really think about how I wanted to spin it and I had to recover from the head injury. :) (No, there was no actual head injury, just a persistant little plot bunny caused by rewinding and trying to freeze the frame to see who was in that closet.)
It's ironic really.
These two who can't seem to see what's in front of their own eyes.
In these weekly sessions we have, they can't seem to acknowledge what appears to be obvious to most observers. Certainly they are partners in a professional capacity, but I suspect that underneath all of the denial that there is something that runs far deeper. They have a strong emotional attachment to each other to be sure, and I don't typically find that between partners that are supposedly purely professional in nature.
But then, how am I to expect that they will see each other clearly and admit what they see when they can't even see clearly who I am. Agent Booth can't seem to get past the fact that someone that he clearly considers too young can be so accomplished and see him so well. Because of that, he doesn't fully trust me, but he does trust the FBI who put me in this position of evaluating his partnership with Dr. Brennan. Now she on the other hand would rather trust the knowledge and recognition that I've gained through academia, but there is still part of her that doesn't trust who I am and what I stand for. Yet, she's willing to endure it for the sake of her partnership with Agent Booth. But I know that deep down she doesn't trust me; she reacted rather vehemently when she learned that I had been privy to the Gormagon case files, that it was Booth that had given them to me. There is something in her that clearly does not trust me, and I respect her for that, for who truly knows another person?
I think that Freud would have quite a lot to say about this pair. Their denial about the sexual tension between them is clearly holding them back from seeing other things clearly.
If Dr. Brennan trusted her instincts rather than the evidence she might see who I really am. If Agent Booth stood back and looked at things a bit more objectively rather than blindly trusting the FBI, he might see it too. I have a feeling that if these two ever do truly cross that line to acknowledge what everyone else seems to already know about them, that my job here might be over. But since they're still claiming that a kiss that I've ascertained was a rather passionate one was simply a result of mistletoe, they may very well be perfecting the horizontal mambo between the sheets by the time it even occurs to them what the truth really is.
In this case, truth is definitely not relative; it is definitive and they will eventually figure it out. And when they do finally figure it out, it's going to shock them to realize that I am Gormagon.
The End