"Time for another round?" Angela opened her eyes. "Joke, Bones," Booth said, never losing the thread of his argument with Jack. "But we don't want the space-time continuum rupturing just because Dr. "It's good to see someone happy," Brennan answered. Jack's hand was warm on her arm, nice small strokes as he "discussed" the Grassy Knoll with Booth, conspiracy theories blending into political dish and the clink of ice against glass, all very soothing. What's not to smile about?" Angela didn't bother opening her eyes. Angela closed her eyes and counted it as a win. Two rounds later, the major pouting had even started to fade. Traffic was miserable-hello, DC-but everyone managed to drag themselves up to the roof and settle into the corner table with the perfect view of the Capitol, the one everybody on the Hill wanted and that Jack had gotten for them. Booth had Brennan-or Brennan had Booth, Angela wasn't sure which way that worked, just that they were both determined the other not escape. A little validation now and then never hurt.Īngela gave them sixty-one minutes, which put them a couple of hours past any normal quitting time-it was the Jeffersonian, after all-but then she freshened her lipstick and started herding people out of their labs. "Nothing that hasn't already waited 150 years," Cam said, short and crisp.īrennan sniffed, but if the best she could do were the Civil War identifications, Angela's read on the situation was entirely right. "Even if we don't have the necessary information for this case, I have dozens-" "I have to work," Brennan said, right on cue. Reason #1000 why gorgeous not-quite-ex-husbands didn't matter. Her smile deepened as she caught Jack out of the corner of her eye, his cell phone out. "I have my sources," Angela said, smiling serenely. "And you're going to pull off a reservation to Happy Hour 101, how?" You have one hour to wrap things up before we move this never-ending party to the terrace at Charlie Palmers."īooth coughed politely. If Brennan's back got any stiffer, they could use her as a battering ram. That dropped the already-frosty temperature another ten degrees. Given the last two weeks of fraying tempers, Angela didn't begrudge her, but still. Angela considered offering him popcorn, but Cam decided it was time for the Teamwork speech. Jack, of course, was feigning fascination with sludge while not missing a second of the drama. By the time they got to the lab, Brennan was wrist-deep in the latest victim, with Zack diligently avoiding eye-contact and Cam working on her "bitch, please" face. "Hey, you think I like this?" Booth fumbled his swipe even with Angela's card out and ready, they lost precious seconds. "Or we don't solve them at all," Brennan snapped, scanning her card and running up the stairs. Some takes us a little longer," Booth yelled to Brennan's back, loudly enough that even the people not actively eavesdropping could follow along just fine. She settled for rolling her eyes and following. If Angela wanted to be snarky-which was growing more tempting by the second-she'd have said Brennan was running away. "Did you just tell Zack his analysis was sloppy?"īrennan stalked past Angela, lab coat fluttering and Booth right on her heels. Brennan's door was closed, and from the way Booth was pacing, things weren't calming down, but that had never stopped Angela before.
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