Disclaimer: I of course own nothing. Sad right? Any way this story is not a song fic, it is however inspired by a song from Randy Travis (the song is Look Heart No Hands, I used it as the title) that is very fitting to how we would like our favorite non-couple (now wretchedly including Angela and Hodgins) to be.
Chapter 1
The Benefits of Monogamy"So Booth, do you really believe that there is someone out there for everyone," she asked as she stole a fry from his plate?
They were sitting at their usual table where so many of their most revealing conversations had taken place, that Booth found it rather fitting that the depth of what he had said back in Sweet's office would finally register here.
"Of course I do Bones. Like I said before, you just have to be open to it."
She nodded as she ate the fry.
"What if you're wrong?"
Knowing that they were about to get into one of their classic heated debates he prepared for battle by leaning in.
"I'm not."
The absolute conviction in his tone caused her eyebrow to cock in challenge.
She leaned in until their noses were practically touching before she tried again.
"What if there is no one out there for me, because he is already sitting across from me?"
A/N: Yes I know stopping here is a cheap ploy for reviews, but whatever works right?