But I did see you again. Didn't I? This letter wouldn't be this long if we had never met but the once. I found you again. I came back into your life making things real for you once again.

Is that why you didn't want to work with me? Well I didn't want to work with you either. I would have been happier finding someone else. But I knew you were the best, even if it pained me to say it.

So I broke the stale mate. I was the one who reached out. Does that make you better? Because I was the one who needed you. Or dose it make me better to admit it.

If someone had told me what would happen down the line. I would have run like hell. A women black mails you into eventually becoming her partner. So why did I agree.

Not even the higher ups thought it was a good idea. But I argued with them. I defended you. Told them why it would be a good idea. Why did I do that? Really I'm asking. Why would I want to work with you?

You were better then me. Maybe I wanted to align myself with power. Have the best on my team. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Maybe I just grew fond of your nut stomping. Who knows?

In the long run I'm glad you did it though. I hate being in a team. Why would you want to have to constantly worry about someone else's well-being in life or death situations? It's a lot easier to look out for 'numero Uno' when working a solo mission. It's was about ten times worse with you bones. Being in the field with a trained agent is bad enough, but a squint. I thought about arming you at first. But it quickly became evident that that posed its own set of issues. The martial arts helped though. I didn't worry as much after the first time I saw you throw a full grown man over your shoulder. Impressive by the way. Still how far could that get you. I still had to worry. Still have to worry.

But alas the dream team was formed. But you were never really my team were you. You assimilated me into your little dysfunctional group. Calling yourselves my people to distract me from the fact I was becoming one of yours.

I swear at times I could feel you seeping into my blood. Like zombies feasting on the living and normal members of society. So I became one of you in a sense.

I was FBI. Like you were bones, and Hogins was bugs. Like the justice league. We all had are own super powers.

Funny though when did it occur to me, 'These are my squints, and this is my partner'. When did that happen? When did we reach this point? Were I'm willing to kill for you.

Granted I would kill for a lot of reasons, have killed for a lot of reasons. Some better than others. But when did it come to this point, where I would kill someone for you. Because you're you and no body tries to hurt my partner. I never did tell you. Did I? About the hit put on you for pissing of a gang leader. Well I took care of that. Nobody ever came after you (not for that reason anyway). And you know I never really thought about it until now bones. The risk I was taking. I threatened a gang leader. Shoved my gun down his throat to be exact. But I didn't care at the time. I didn't care that if anybody found out I would loose my job. That if he died it would be another kill to make redemptions for. I didn't care if it was stupid and irrational. You make me stupid and irrational. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

Remember the case Kenton took you. I got all over protective and like super pain in the ass. I was worried. Someone shot at you. You didn't seem to care. We knew someone was after you, but you didn't seem to care until I got blown up by your refrigerator. Then you were scared. Why were you scared? Did it finally occur to you 'shit this is bad'? Did you think I doubted your self-reliance? I wasn't. I now you can take care of yourself. But I worry. It's not a sign of weakness to be afraid. Because I know you're afraid. I am too.

Not everybody gets into the justice league of super squints though do they bones. You rejected cam like a foreign organ. Why didn't you want her? She exultant in her field. She may not be world renowned like you but she's one of the best.

I never told you what it meant to me when you accepted cam, when she became one of the team. When it was no longer a choice I had to make. Because I never told you what she asked me. She wanted to know where I stood. My dearest and oldest friend wanted to know who my alliances were with. Do you know what I told her? You bones. I said I'm with you all the way. I didn't know where the hell we were going, but I knew was with you.