To start off yes I changed the name of the collection, I didn't like the other one. Secondly many thanks to those of you that have already read and reviewed what's been posted so far.

This tidbit was inspired by the video FOX released on Thursday about the belt buckle, I'm thinking about doing something on them all if time allows. I like it so you'll have to let me know if you do.

No I don't own Bones, not at all, although I did get to see the Smithsonian's forensic anthropology exhibit and part of the lab today which was cool, not at all like the Jeffersonian but still cool.

Alright read on



Cocky

That darn belt buckle described the man so accurately: Cocky. The charming smile he wore when he got his way. The certainty that his actions always carried, whether he was happy or angry. He was simply cocky, in everything he did.

Original I'd found it to be arrogance mostly because he didn't believe that I was any good at my job, but by the end of the first week I'd determined that he was simply cocky not arrogant. And in truth, he deserved to be cocky.

Most the time it was endearing when he was cocky, it made me smile, and he was confident enough to always be a presence in the room. Which worked well for me it meant that we got what needed to be done, done, and my presence wasn't overshadowing to his. It was a good balancing mechanism, and so I got used to him being cocky, I even found it attractive.

Yes, there were times when his cocky attitude drove me crazy and I wanted to just take him down explain to him why everything he believed was just not true. But his valiant belief and certainty in it, was what made him cocky and it was impossible to destroy it and so I was back to admiring him for it.

And then the belt buckle showed up. It was the first case after Sully left. It was large and red, and certainly drew plenty of attention right away. On that case thought we were bickering and fighting like crazy, paranoid that'd I'd stayed behind because I couldn't leave Booth, because he was more important to me than Sully ever was. Gordon Gordon had given us a reason that at the time seemed plausible and certain made it easier for us to go back to working properly. Today though the reason was bullshit but it doesn't matter because we finally made it here, and I let a smile bloom on my face as my fingers tangle in his hair.

So over the years I've made fun of him for it, a lot of fun of him actually, if you add it all up. But I loved it, it was just so Booth. So when he used it to escape from the ship when the gravedigger took him and it was destroyed I just knew I had to find him another one. Fortunately, it wasn't too difficult there was a store in Georgetown with a few and so I picked one up before going to get him from the hospital. When I'd given it to him at the cemetery he was so happy that I'd found one for him.

Then after his coma, he wasn't wearing it, and it was just an outward manifestation of the lack of confidence in himself, the lack of cockiness he was feeling if you will. Soon enough it was back along with his cocky demeanor and everything seemed to start to right itself again.

That was until Sweets book came out and we were so desperate to prove him wrong that we tried dating other people and then that women, gave him that terrible tie. It was horrific, I suppose that she had been trying to go along with his general theme of outlandish ties, but this one was not a tie he would ever wear unless he was given it as a gift. I couldn't help but feel a little smug about the fact that the tie wouldn't last, while the belt buckle I'd given him was a constant, grant it it was a replacement but still I'd given it to him.

I still remember the first time I'd taken it off him. It was covered in vascular tissue and we were standing in the bone room, but the significance of the act wasn't lost on me, neither was his sudden need to start reciting saints. At the time, I remember wishing that one day soon I would get to take it off him without actually having the latex gloves on.

Well maybe wishes can come true, because the metal was warm from his body heat as my hands wrapped around it and released the mechanism allowing it to come undone and me to pull it from his belt loops. And when the metal hit the ground with a satisfying clunk and he growled just a little bit into my neck before scooping me up and carrying me to the bed, I was sure that its original intent was that cocky thud it exuded as it was finally removed.


I do love that belt buckle, although I'm fairly certain no one else would ever be able to pull it off. Thanks for reading, let me know what you thought, and together we'll make it to April. Think February is nearly over.

Until a later date

Baby rose