Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. Sad.
Rating: K+
Just some thoughts from our favorite forensic anthropologist.
I know that Angela teases him about it. I know that he pretends to ignore it. He's really lapping it up; enjoying whatever her body language can tell him about me. Booth is too smart not to think for one second that it might be true. And maybe some of it is.
I know how my body reacts to him. How could I not notice? He's a "knight in shining, FBI standard-issue body armor," or so Angela says. He's proved that over so many times, sometimes I wonder if she ever told him that theory. All the times he's saved me, knowingly and unknowingly.
I know that he gets frustrated when I ignore him. It's his fault really. He knows I can't stop in the middle of examining bones to talk to him. After all our cases I would have thought he knew better.
I know that he appreciates it when I back him up. We work so well together, I'm constantly amazed.
I know he understands me better than most anyone else, except Angela of course. He knows why I am the way I am. Why I obsess about the truth. Why I can't admit what I'm thinking. He knows why I take all the self defense lessons. He accepts me for who I am.
I know why he and Tessa broke up, although I won't say it aloud. I was brought in and it all went downhill.
I know that I learn much more from him than he does from me. He's always teaching me something.
I know that our teamwork earn us many strange looks. Him the daring FBI agent and me the intelligent forensic anthropologist. We're a team that shouldn't even be together. If not for the Jeffersonian and the FBI's relationship we might've never met.
I know that I care for him more than I probably should. We're partners, nothing more. That's what I should feel. But every time I see him smile or we brush hands, I change my mind. Maybe we could be more. If we were given the opportunity to grow…That's where I stop myself. If I imagine any farther it would ruin our partnership. It would become awkward to be around him.
I know that I can't help myself when I'm around him. I do things I wouldn't in other situations, with other people. I let myself go and I enjoy it. What would happen to me if something happened to him? If he got seriously hurt because of his work. I don't think I could make it.
I know that tomorrow it'll be back to arguing and solving whatever case he has. We'll talk and bond even more. I'll write more and he'll try to read it. I'll playfully punch his shoulder and he'll look at me with his smoldering eyes. I'll freeze and stare back, barely breathing. Eventually someone will interrupt and we'll pretend it never happened. Later he'll come back and insist to see what I worked on. He'll ask if I based any character on him.
And if I'm being honest with myself, I'll say yes. Yes, both the main characters are based on us. Yes, I wish that my story was true. I wish that we could be together and be happy.
But, until I-we face the truth, it'll never happen.
A/N: Good? Bad? I need to go on medication because I'm crazy? Let me know, I'll be sure to listen to the suggestion. And as an added bonus I just received a batch of Booth plushies. I'll send you one.