Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in future; B&B are in an established relationship.
A/N: Thanks to Jess (CupcakeBean) for initial feedback and beatricks for helping me re-work a section 3,354 times.
Disclaimer: Bones does not belong to me. Title found in Sugarland's We Run.
I sigh in frustration, folding the clean towels for what must be the fifteenth time this morning. Midweek at the gym isn't normally very busy, but there are generally more than two people working out. Especially around noon; people on lunch break grab some food and utilize their time as best as possible.
The scanner beeps, I look up to see who's logged in, and my breath catches. I haven't seen him in here in months. His broad shoulders, strong chest, and slim waist always catch the eyes of whatever women are in the club; I know I've been caught staring on more than one occasion.
Today he's wearing track pants and a wifebeater, his hair cut closer than I ever recall seeing it. It's easy to imagine him as a service man, protecting the country, fighting for what's right. The way he carries himself has always made me suspect as much, despite the government-issued SUV he drives.
He sets his bag on the ground, scanning the nearly empty room for someone. Obviously whoever he's looking for hasn't arrived yet and he glances at his watch, grinning as he moves to a machine to do shoulder presses.
I put the towels on the table in front of the desk, moving back to my seat as people file in, chatting and laughing. His eyes dart to the door, not in worry I realize, but in amusement. I wonder who he's waiting for; perhaps one of the FBI muckety mucks I've seen him with from time to time.
Now that it's more crowded I decide to circulate the floor, make sure no one is pushing themselves too hard. I keep glancing back to him as I make my way to the ellipticals, watching as he starts doing push-ups, effortlessly raising and lowering himself to the floor.
The door opens and a regular at our kickboxing classes rushes in, her auburn her flying out of its tight bun as she looks around. Out of the corner of my eye I realize he's stopped his workout, giving himself a moment to let his eyes wander over her before he raises his hand and waves.
I do a quick sweep of the free weight room and move back to the desk as she makes her way to him, talking about toxicology reports and being steamed by Angela. He laughs, gently correcting her verb as he stands.
They walk towards the treadmills, his hand pressed into the small of her back as they talk animatedly. It's the most relaxed I've ever seen her and I nearly drop my water bottle when, after a fleeting look around the room, she turns and kisses him, quickly, but soundly.
He grins, closing the distance between them again and I force myself to look away, scanning the computer to see what personal training sessions I have scheduled for the night.
Minutes later, his low laughs echo through the room and pull my attention back: he's nearly collapsing from amusement as she reaches across his treadmill, increasing the incline further. She just smiles at him, increasing hers as well so that they're at an even pace and I sigh, hoping that one day I find my running mate.
