Second one-shot. Hope you like it!
Timeline: Somewhere in the first episodes of Firsts Season
Definition of Partner
The early morning found the doctor seating in the shadows of her office with only a small table light to illuminate the surroundings. It was a large place, a comfortable one to accommodate the highly intelligent and PhD mind that she was. She always prided herself for big achievements and successes through her life, an evidence of that is she standing at this high position on a laboratory facility serving the community.
Days ago she was hired a partner. She still shivered at the thought of working with someone barely knowing him. Her methods were clear and over analyzed to archive the objective, her objectives. No living intruders in fancy dark suits and badges on their hands were needed. She could take care of herself just fine. Actually, come to think about it, she didn't want anyone nearby her, she was self-sufficient like that, no one meddling around her bones, squeezing answers out of her, hurrying the long and detailed process of examining evidences, driving her mad!
Partner. Until a few days ago a foreign word to her life. Deep inside her heart raced with fear, fear to deal with a breathing and walking human being. Normal people tend to find her boring and social awkward, and she was pretty sure he would be no different.
The word still spinning around in her brain, connecting all the possible previous references to the term. Nothing came. Reaching to her side where a long shelf of books stood, her index finger searched over the hard covers until finding the right one. A dictionary. That would provide some intelligent answers to her brain, needing to be fed on interpretation. Opening the book on the right page, her eyes dwelled over the tiny lines of mechanical writing. There it was.
'Noun.'
'A spouse or domestic partner.' No. That could not be. They were nothing to each other, in fact complete strangers. Although she found him quite attractive in the social standard and surrounding culture, she was not searching for that kind of partner. She went reading further into the lines.
'A dancing partner.' Not that either. They did many things, but surely dancing was not included in the package of fighting crime and digging up bones from the most unpredictable places. There was one last line in the definition.
'Someone who is associated with another in a common activity or interest . . .' She smiled with inner pride at herself. That single line would definitely identify what all of this was about. Working together as a team, to do what they both did best, find the truth to sooth both their minds and souls, finding redemption.
He was the tough guy, the male cop with a crushing mind who did what had to be done, without mercy. Interrogation and catching murderers was his forte. The murderers that connected with the victims she found first hand, listening and reading bones, ultimately allowing them the final peace, the deserved peace, by finding the answers.
Although they had a rough start, neither of them acknowledged the others presence or the modus operandi characteristic of their different jobs, they respected each other above all. Once, she said that she wanted to help him in what he did, and he kindly welcomed her inside his world and space. With time, they find a way to rub some sharp edges in the relationship and work properly and professionally.
She closed the book and placed it back in the shelf among many others that held some questions or answers, always at a hand reach. Away in the corridor, a hurried pace could be heard coming straight into her direction. Her body immediately stiffened an irrational anticipation of what was to come, and the person that was to enter the office. She came to know that pace very well.
Her partner came rushing thought the open door to stand in front of her desk, a hand in his hip, the other holding a file. Presumption and pride written all over his face only to be betrayed by the adoring gaze of his brown eyes looking intensively at hers, the mix of his cologne and male perfume danced in the air in between. Black suit, clean and white dress shirt adorned with a skinny blue tie, cocky could be read in his flashy red belt buckle. That was the perfect example of an alpha male specimen. Opening widely her eyes in excitement, she knew exactly what was to come, her favorite words.
"We have a case." He said flashing his best smile, his white teeth showing. Without waiting for an affirmative answer, he strolled out of the place making his way out of the door only stopping half way to look over his shoulders, still smiling.
"Are you coming Bones?"
"Don't call me Bones." She muttered half annoyed, half delighted under breath while grabbing her coat and bag, turning the lights off.
She strolled after him, her shoes eating the space that made them apart, quickly reaching to his side. He slightly looked to his right, just to find her pretty face wearing a friendly smile that matched his own.
Even with their differences, their own ways to work and dig around, they found themselves accommodating to this new challenge. Deep inside she was proud to work with him. Her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth.
In a short while, with their partnership developing, she learned a good lesson for life, partners don't stand behind one another, they walk side by side.