He's so cute when he's looking at me like that, though he doesn't do it on purpose, and definitely doesn't know I think it's cute. I try not to smile at him, but it's hard. I have to fake a serious expression while he keeps telling me some facts about something I couldn't care less about. Something relating to the work we are doing. It's sweet. He thinks it's the only thing I'm interested in, work. But now it's the last thing I'm interested. Every time he walks into my office, I forget everything I'm doing.
"Bones?" he asks, and for once I don't have an answer right away. He was asking... what the hell he was asking? That cute nickname distracted me. In the beginning I didn't like it. It got on my nerves. But now, I can't live without hearing that sexy male voice call me 'Bones' every now and then. I'm kind of hooked.
"Well, I know who she is, I know who shot her and why, what else do they need? Isn't that enough to catch the bad guy?"
He looks confused. I know he doesn't want to bother me because I've done everything I need to, everything included in my duties. But I know he needs help with catching the bad guy, and I have always demanded to do that with him. Do everything with him.
"What's it going to take?"
"Full participation in the case."
"Fine."
"Not just lab work…everything."
"What do you want me to do? Spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder."
"I don't know what that means."
I didn't know, so I looked it up. They were main characters of the TV show 'X-Files' and they really remind me of us. Mulder was a Special Agent of the FBI and Scully was his partner. But the main thing about them was that they had some kind of relationship. I didn't find much out about that, but that's enough for me. So we are Scully and Mulder. I guess he didn't mean it that way, but that's the way I'd like to take it.
Now he says something about the lack of evidence. He's quite tense. I want to do something to see him happy and to get him smile at me.
"At least I can try. I assume its part of my job."
"It's not, Bones, but as a favour to a friend."
"It is part of my job. I insisted that it be, remember? So let's solve this case. You being the cop, me being the scientist."
"Yeah," he says, smiling a little. "I guess I'll pick you up when I'm gonna meet David Tyler's parents. See if we can extract something more out of 'em. His brother knows something he doesn't wanna tell us."
"Okay. I'm in the lab, if you get any information to help us, call me."
He nods. I wrench my eyes off him and walk calmly out of the office, thinking only of his charming smile and looking forward the moment at Sid's. We always go to Sid's after solving a case. It is kind of tradition, discussing about the case and eating wonderful Asian food.
Booth watches her leaving and thinks. She never gets excited about anything, and she rarely does anything fun. She just does her job. She lives for her job. Maybe someday she can be a little less rational and a little more emotional. Maybe someday she can live a little for him.
Sadly it isn't today.