August


He felt her eyes on him everywhere he went. Currently, they were in an armoured Jeep trundling down a desert road, and he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. He wasn't the type to be mean when turning girls down, but she just didn't take any hints, and it was looking like his only option.

"Hey Sarge," she purred, placing her hand on his arm. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Booth stared at her for a moment before giving her the last (hopefully successful) hint.

"My girl. Back in Washington, Temperance Brennan. Maybe you've heard of her? We've been together for five years, and I've loved her since the day we met. Most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He flashed Hannah a cocky grin and pulled out his wallet. He passed her the picture of the two of them, a candid, shot in the lab between cases by Angela.

He remembered it well.

Brennan had been engrossed in a body from limbo, beaming as she'd explained the apparent significance of what she had found. The techno babble had gone in one ear and out the other, but he could never forget the look of childlike awe and excitement on her face as she spoke. Angela popped her head up from behind Hodgins' workspace (God knows what they were doing back there - Booth certainly didn't want to ask) and demanded a photo. Brennan leaned over and wrapped her arm around his waist. He barely managed to glance back over and paste a happy grin on his face before the shutter closed. It'd been four years since the photo had been taken, and he'd carried it with him everyday.

The look on Hannah's face told him everything he needed to know. She wouldn't be after him anymore.

He took the photo back from her hands, and tucked it lovingly back into his vest.

"I love her."


Picture in question is one I came across a long time ago on DeviantArt - browse .deviantart .com/?qh=§ion=&global=1&q=bones+notebook#/d1vcimk without spaces.