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AN- This is reeeally recent, like, after the last new episode recent.

Also, just so you guys know, this is like, 10 times better because of my beta-reader for all intents and purposes (he also happens to be one of my bestfriends in the real world lol). Sooo, thanks... like, AGAIN Tyler/giraffe.x19!

Brennan

Maybe it was the testostrone or the extra Y chromosone; regardless of the reason, he always had to drive, he was so stubborn.
We were going deep into the suburbs, a routine case; a body was discovered behind some lawyer's house, by the landscapers. That's not where my mind was, which was unusual, as my life is my work. I was thinking about the looks, the questions, the comments; all on my relationship with Booth. I glanced over at him; he was on the phone with his son, Parker.
"Calm down bud, I'll be picking you up in a few hours." He laughed.
I sighed and looked out the window; Booth was an amazing man, so gorgeous, though he was so much more.

We hadn't known each other for long, and we'd been friends for even less. The way he made me laugh, the way he looked at me, the way he trusted me so entirely, and how he asked me my opinion on even the most trivial things. He stuck up for me even when I didn't ask for it, he protected me,he had this inexplicable way of making me feel wanted and I did the same for him. However, wasn't that what partners did for each other? What friends did for each other?

Only hours before Angela had told me,

"Guys and girls can not be friends Temp." she said kindly. She was sitting on my

desk at the Jeffersonian, explaining to me her beliefs.

"One always ends up falling for the other"
"Angela, there is no gene that dictates who can be whose friend, this isn't high school." I responded rationally, "Furthermore, I have male friends, Hodgins for example. I've never felt anything for him." Angela smiled calmly,

"High school is just the real world compacted, and that's different, Sweetie."
"How is it different?"

"Does Booth call you about things non-work related? Do you spend time together… off the clock?" Angela asked accusingly.
"I guess so" I mumbled. We actually hung out quite often, though I had no intention of mentioning it.

"How much time have you spent alone with Hodgins… outside of work?" Angela asked, though you could tell it was rhetorical. I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.

"The time that you two were buried alive in the car doesn't count." She grinned.
"Fine" I sighed in defeat.
"Bren, listen, I'm not trying to complicate your relationship with Booth but you two were kind of made for each other." She stated, knowing she had won.
"That's so irrational Ang-"
"Fine," She cut in again, "But, you two are perfect for each other."

"You just don't get it."
"Do I?" She nodded.

Was she right though? And if 'one always ended up falling for the other', did that mean that I was the only one that felt this way? Did I want him to feel the same way? If in fact I did, it meant jeopardizing everything we built, the partnership, the friendship, even the relationship between the Bureau and the Jeffersonian. Was it worth it? I asked myself. I looked over at him again. He was laughing at something that Parker was saying. His eyes lit up and his voice was warm. He caught my eyes and smiled; I couldn't help but smile back. It might just be worth it, I thought to myself.

AN- I'm writing another part, with Booth's point of view.
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