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Dedicated to the One I Love
Chapter 5
Booth sat at his desk, much as he did every day. Only on this day, he wasn't working. He was leaning back in his chair, a chair given to him by his partner after the inherited office chair incident, replaying the latest text from Brennan. How did he respond to something like this? Should he respond at all?
He was still sitting at his desk two hours later, when Charlie poked his head into the open door of his office. "Booth?"
With difficulty, Booth pulled his unfocused eyes from the phone on his desk to the man at his door. "Yeah, Charlie? What can I do for you?" Twenty minutes later Charlie left and Booth had made his decision. He would send a response. She was saying things to him with these songs that he didn't think she would ever be able to say in words. And, damn him, he still wanted to hear everything she had to tell him.
So, he scrolled through Angela's song bank on his phone until he found one he wanted.
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On the platform, in the pocket of her blue lab coat, Brennan's cell phone chimed the arrival of a new text. She pulled off her gloves and dug her phone from her pocket. "1 New Message – Booth," the screen read. She nervously looked around her. No one was on the platform with her except Wendell, and she was sure he wouldn't say anything. She pushed the button to view, or in this case, hear her message.
"I am the one winged bird for flying
Sinking quickly to the ground
See your faith in me subsiding
See you prime for giving in
I give you all that I am
I am the sound of love's arriving
Echoed softly on the sand
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Lay your hand within my hand
I give you all that I am
And I breathe where you breathe
Let me stand where you stand
With all that I am
I am the white dove for a soldier
Ever marching as to war
I would give my life to save you
I stand guarding at your door
I give you all that I am
I am the one winged bird for flying
Sinking quickly to the ground
I am the blind man for a watchdog
I am prime for giving in
I'll show you all that I am
And I breathe so you breathe
Let me stand so you'll stand
With all that I am"
She sank onto a stool as the last notes of the song faded away. It seemed as though the words had stolen her strength, leaving her only the ability to sit, sagging on the stool as their meaning sank in. She pressed the button to hear it again, and this time as she listened a small smile curved her lips. To her thinking, this song could have been written with him in mind.
A/N: The song in this chapter is "All That I Am" by Rob Thomas