Thinking of You
By: Sly Rogue
This is my first ever attempt at fan fiction and it just so happens to be of one of my favorite shows. I hope you enjoy, comments are greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or stories from Bones.
Dr. Temperance Brennan stooped in the dirt with sweat trickling down the back of her neck. She still wasn't used to the tropical humidity but, spending days under the scorching sun on the island helped to get her body used to the weather. The team arrived just a few days ago and had already fallen into a normal routine. Brennan appreciated the efficiency of her team; even Daisy was wise enough to keep her big mouth shut while they labored over their work. Temperance certainly worked the hardest out of them all; she promised herself to think of her work only with no distractions. She would not get involved with anyone while she was here, out of courtesy for her partnership with Booth.
Booth.
Just his name brought up so many memories. Their partnership was incredibly important to Brennan; she needed it, she needed him. It shouldn't have worked yet, it somehow did. Sweets was constantly saying so. Temperance faintly smiled. She would miss everyone back at the Jeffersonian but, she would only be gone for a year which wasn't much time for her and the work she did here was also very important to her. Booth was able to do what he wanted training recruits and she could do was she wanted, at least for a year.
If Brennan was being truthful to herself, a year was all she could last away from Booth. She missed him, she admitted it. But, he was just one person and she shouldn't allow that to keep her from what she really wanted to do; to be a forensic anthropologist. Not some crime-fighting agent who is faced with murderous deaths and sadness every day. Sure, helping solve murders made her feel important but, she was the number one forensic anthropologist in the world. She was wanted and important everywhere. Booth was just her partner and friend, he would understand if she was needed in Japan or Indonesia more than in D.C. She wasn't used to so much death but, being with Booth made it easier.
"I found another femur, Dr. Brennan," yelled Daisy from her position.
Brennan sighed. She shouldn't get so easily distracted; she was a rational person and needed to get her work done. So why couldn't she stop thinking of Booth?