Hello, everyone:)
I've been neglecting this story for awhile, so I'm going to start writing again, beginning with fixing a few minor details in the first chapter!
Read. Review. you know the drill:)
Temperance shuffled into Angela's office, carrying a file.
"I wish Angela would hurry up with that reconstruction. Ooh. I love her boots…wonder where she got them…" She thought to herself.
Angela perked her head up, hearing her friend's footsteps.
"Um, I'm trying as fast as I can sweetie! And Neiman Marcus."
Brennan raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"What?"
"You said you wondered where I got my boots. Neiman Marcus." She repeated, talking slowly, like Brennan was mental.
"I..I never said that…Are you…feeling okay?"
"She looks okay. Maybe she is pregnant? I didn't watch her walk. Maybe she'll walk for me if I ask in a socialy appropriate way." Brennan thought to herself.
"BREN! I am NOT pregnant! And NO! I will not walk for you!" Angela suddenly exclaimed.
"I-I never said anything…are…you…are you reading my mind?" She stuttered, not believing the words as they exited her own mouth.
"Well…I...I don't know. Here, think something. And I'll repeat it."
"I really do kind of despise Hodgins's beard. It's too scruffy. I wonder if it rubs up against her face when he kisses her…" She thought a satisfied smile on her face. No way could she could guess that.
"Brennan! That's mean! Hodgins's beard is freaking hot! And no, it does not rub-it tickles." She exclaimed, a shocked look on her face. The anthropologist was just about to retort when she was interupted by someone knocking lightly on the door frame.
"Hello world!" Booth busted into her office, immediatly noticing his partners low cut shirt that Angela had persuaded her to buy. It didn't help that she was leaning over her desk, propped up on her elbows, her butt unknowingly sticking out. The artist immediatly caught site of his thoughts as soon as he'd entered the room, and almost wished she hadn't.
Angela made a sick face at him, with which he responded with an innocent,
"What?"
Brennan coughed, "Angela can read minds."
Booths face flushed an embarassed shade of red as Angela grinned at him, her nails tapping accusatorily on her forearm.
"I'm gonna go get a coffee." She announced into the silence as Booth shifted awkwardly and Brennan finally began to understand, her face unscrunching and her eyebrows raising.
"What? Why?" Booth stuttered, obviously not wanting to be left alone with his partner, as he wasn't sure what her reaction was.
"Because, you have some very…graphic…fantasies to fulfill. That and getting coffee is better than watching your horny thoughts all day...Though, they were quite impressive, but I don't like feeling...Intrusive." She smiled as she brushed past him, leaving him standing next to Bones, her hands on her hips. A 'look' on her face. He smiled sheepishly.
"Ah…my sexual knowledge helping the world yet again." She passed a guy that worked in the forensic wing of the museum and shouted at him,
"Don't even think about it!" Leaving him with a bewildered look on his face.
She just smiled, and rolled her eyes in a typical Angela fashion.
And there is the re-vamped 1st chapter!
Review, if yah please:)
~Rhea~
