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Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan were partners:
The FBI agent and the forensic anthropologist.
"We're just partners."
The phrase had been said so many times Angela had deemed it worthy of capitalization.
Booth was fine with being Just Partners.
If it meant picking her up every morning,
If it meant drinking their coffee together,
If it meant bickering during car rides,
If it meant getting to call her "Bones",
If it meant being able to put his hand on her back without having his wrist broken,
If it meant denying her a gun,
If it meant listening to her mumbo-jumbo science talk,
If it meant giving up a few of his fries for her,
If it meant chuckling at her confusion of pop culture,
If it meant putting up with her Squint Squad—although they weren't that bad,
If it meant endless hours of hanging out at the Jeffersonian,
If it meant going to crime scenes together,
If it meant sharing the credit after solving a case,
If it meant having dinner at the diner every Friday night,
If it meant begging her to try a piece of pie,
If it meant laughing together over a friendly disagreement,
If it meant comforting her after a breakup,
If it meant suffering through Sweets' therapy sessions with her,
If it meant getting lectured about his alpha male tendencies,
If it meant being her shoulder to cry on,
If it meant protecting her even though she insisted that she didn't need protection,
If it meant scaring the hell out of anyone who hurt her,
If it meant giving up his life for her,
If it meant that she didn't expect him to be perfect,
Then, yes, Seeley Booth was perfectly fine with being Just Partners.
At least, that was what he kept telling himself.
