Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to Kathy Riechs, Far Field productions, Josephson Entertainment and Fox.
I sat with a frosty, smooth glass bottle in my hand, across from a gorgeous, long legged, voluptuous blond. And all I could think about was Bones. Lately I had started to see her differently. Not as my ass-kicking partner, not as my equal; though she was. I was starting to think of her has a female, as a woman. The gentile sex, though gentile she was not on a regular basis. She had her moments, brushing hair from her eyes, the small smile she would flash when excited about a case or the blush that would tint her cheeks when men looked at her. Men looking at her; that was changing to. It was starting to piss me off. Sure it's perfectly normal for a regular guy to check out a good looking woman…but for God sake, Bones got glances from everyone. She was my partner, MY Bones. Maybe I was supposed to look at her the way they did, maybe I wanted to…
I looked up to find my current interest staring at me oddly. She must have just asked a question. I opened my mouth speak but found no words as a bright blue grey set of eyes met mine from across the room just as the front door jingled in response to opening. The small smile flitted over a pair of glossy, light pink lips and spread over pale cheeks. My heart skipped a beat. The blonde's eyes had followed mine to Bones and back to my face. She was not pleased. Saying something that sounded like a muffled "thanks for the drink" she stood up and walked roughly past an approaching Bones, who received an equally displeased look. She looked gorgeous in the total opposite was than the blond had. She had little make up on, save the lip-gloss and slight eyeliner. She wore her usual layered tank tops, the colors a maroon over white, her brown jacket held by her jean-clad hips. I took a long swig of beer to hide my gulp. The blond had looked made up and fake, like a very 'blessed' my size Barbie, but Bones, Bones looked natural. Clean, natural and the most beautiful thing in the room.
Once again I noticed her as a woman, a thin, delicate, curved woman, who could occasionally kick some ass. Her warm smile faded as she reached my booth. I willed it back onto her face as she sat across from me.
"Did I interrupt a date?" the once smiling lips almost turned into a full-blast, though mischievous, frown.
"No Bones." I tired for as irritable as I could muster though my stomach knotted with her presence. "You made one better."
The smile reappeared and my mind did a flip. God I love working with my partner.
God I love being with this woman.
A/n: Felt like doing a follow up to my other one. Both titles were inspired by a Joss Stone song.
