Busy, busy week. Since I last updated, one of my best friend's mom got in a car accident, we were thwarted trying to have tea twice, I had a weird/fancy turkey sandwich, and I played a mean game of strip poker.
Yet, through all of that, I still don't own Bones. (sigh)
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I wanted her to see me.
Sure, she saw me. I mean, I worked with her every day. We solved cases, and saved lives together on a weekly basis.
But I wanted her to see me. I was more than the joke cracking cop.
I wondered if she saw that as I gazed at her. She was examining bones on her table. To me, she was more than a professional anthropologist, with beautiful eyes.
She didn't even see me seeing her.
I was only treading water, swimming backwards. Who knew how long I would last? I was already sinking.