Author's Note
Loving poem/story, if you will, in Booth's perspective about his feelings toward Brennan. Just something meant to sound like the Booth we know and love and to make you laugh and smile. Enjoy:)
I Wonder if She Knows
It's weird how you're an FBI agent and small, incidental things make you shiver. Not the bad kind of shiver like when your in a gunfight or when your trapped on a ship scheduled to blow up at anytime. It's a different shiver. When you see something remarkable or surprising. Well I got that feeling today. Actually today and yesterday, maybe even the day before that. Anyway the most surprising thing to me is how it happens. How can one woman have such an effect. I mean I even caught myself staring yesterday. Man, if this were high school I'd be called whipped in seven different languages. Everyone at the Jeffersonian knows it. Angela, Sweets, Hodgins, at least they make it seem so obvious. But maybe it is. Maybe Brennan's the only one that's to oblivious to figure it out. They know I'm in love with Temperance Brennan. I'm completely head over heels in love with Bones, my Bones. The thing that gets me is, I wonder if she knows.
So the other day, at the Royal Diner, Bones and I sat talking over papers, probably bickering too. I ordered a slice of pie and she ate nothing. It's always weird, going to the diner and you're supposed to try to concentrate with Temperance Brennan sitting right in front of you. I wonder if she knows how cute she looks when she puts me in my place, telling me I'm wrong. Or how beautiful she looks when we get there in the morning and the sun shines off her auburn hair. And god knows I can't tell her this. I can't tell anyone this. I'm an FBI agent. Building up my tough guy image is part of the job. Being all mushy gushy would only hurt me. It just gets to me sometimes, the curiosity. It makes me wonder if she knows.
Sometimes I think I'm sure that she does know I'm in love with her. Last night she gave me this look. Like instead of looking into my eyes she saw my soul. Everything about us is different. Our pasts, our religion, our outlooks on just about everything. It didn't seem to matter though, at that moment. And then just like that it was gone. The next day we went to work, solved a crime, ate at the diner. So I'll keep on trying to get that look from her, if that's what it takes. I'll keep on trying for Brennan, and for us. But you know, I'll never stop wondering...Does she know?