April 21, 2014
Measure of a Man—Clay Aiken (3:59)
Bones
Bones
She couldn't suppress the sudden feeling of relief and safety when she heard the small whoosh of the door opening into the interrogation room they'd taken her too. He was here. She didn't turn to look at him yet. She couldn't let him see the warmth in her eyes. She had to remember that they were a bad match first.
He would never respect her. He was brash and rude and sometimes a bit crude in his mannerisms. They were not friends. They were not lovers or almost lovers. They were nothing to each other.
But…Booth was also noble, intensely loyal and kind. He was special in all the right ways and it was killing her to ignore that. Maybe there was a chance. Maybe…
She could convince him to let her work in the field by his side. She knew she could. She was a genius. Then…well, then they could see how things went. But he was going to have to work for it.
And, she admitted if only to herself, she needed time to realize that he would never intentionally hurt her. That he would never abandon her.