"What's that, Booth?" Brennan pointed to a file on the kitchen counter.
"A list of the qualifications needed to be a deputy director. I'm not a young guy any more. Maybe instead of fighting the changes in my body, I should embrace them and get out of field work."
"You want to be a deputy director?"
Booth shrugged. "Jamison is taking a position in the Treasury Department. He thinks I'm a lock for his job if I want it, especially since my department has such an excellent record. More money, less danger, less wear and tear on me. Sounds like a good deal."
"You don't sound enthusiastic, Booth."
"You don't think I should do it?"
Brennan sat down next to him. "If you want to take the job, of course I'll support you. However, I know how much you dislike bureaucratic paperwork."
"True, but I can't be a field agent forever…"
"Which is why I printed this for you." Brennan handed Booth a file. "The FBI training academy is looking for qualified instructors. I think you'd be perfect for this."
"Bones, we've been through this before." Booth shook his head. "I wouldn't be a good teacher."
"Booth, you're already a good teacher. You've mentored many new agents who've gone on to have successful careers. You've influenced the way they do their jobs and helped them develop a sense of pride in their work." Brennan smiled, laying her hand on his. "I've learned many teaching methods from you that I use when mentoring my interns."
"Really?"
"Yes. The FBI needs you to use those talents to teach new agents."
"I don't know..."
"I'll support whatever decision you make, Booth. You might even decide to stay where you are. I just want you to be happy."
"Your support is what's most important to me. Thanks, Bones."