A/N: Though I absolutely love Booth and Bones, I've always felt drawn to Angela and really wanted to write a different story for her. Hodgins is great, but I've always felt that his devotion to her simply felt convenient for her and that her love for him wasn't as deep as his for her. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story! I do not own the TV show Bones or any of these characters except for Gina Lancaster and her husband and son.

Angela Montenegro tossed her cell phone onto her desk, ignoring the incoming text message from her best friend, Dr. Temperance Brennan. She rolled her eyes at her friend's tendency to text her while in the same building and headed to Brennan's office. She saw Tempe sitting at her desk through the glass and let herself into the office.

"Sweetie, I don't know why…" Angela allowed her voice to trail off as Tempe held up a finger.

Angela groaned impatiently and settled herself onto Tempe's couch. Her best friend, the brilliant forensic anthropologist, was chuckling to herself, playing some kind of game on her phone. She finished the level she was on and set her phone down on her desk.

"I'm sorry, Ange, this is just so amusing," Tempe turned to her friend with a grin. "Why didn't you respond to my typed message?"

"Text message, Brennan," Angela corrected. "And why would I text you when I can walk over here and talk to you in person?"

"Oh, it's just a quick and new way to communicate. Booth showed me," Tempe explained.

"It's not that new," Angela muttered under her breath, then looking up at Temperance, "So why did you text me?"

"Booth and I are working on a case, but it seems like a pretty simple one. We just need you to meet with a woman to do a sketch," Tempe said matter-of-factly.

"What's the case?" Angela asked. "I didn't know we were working on one."

"It came to us kind of suddenly," Tempe said. "There was a woman whose husband and son went missing a few weeks ago. Booth looked into it for her because he served with the husband in Iraq and Parker and their little boy are friends. The man was suffering from severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, having just returned from a tour in Afghanistan. The woman was afraid her husband may have taken the little boy while experiencing some kind of delusion."

"Wow, that doesn't sound simple," Angela pointed out. "Who am I doing a sketch of, if the kidnapper was the boy's father?"

"I identified the father's body this morning," Tempe answered. "He was found in their backyard swimming pool, dead for at least two weeks, but the boy is still missing. Booth went back to talk to the woman, Gina Lancaster, now that the circumstances of the case have changed. She told Booth that she remembers her husband in a heated argument with a man in their driveway the day before they went missing. She didn't think it was important before, when she suspected her husband had taken the boy."

"So I'm doing a sketch of the man arguing with her husband," Angela understood. "When do I meet with Gina?"

"Right away," Tempe answered.

"Oh," Angela said, her mood obviously changing.

"Is that a problem?" Tempe asked. "Did you have other plans?"

"I was going to have dinner with Roxie," Angela said. "To talk about things."

"Ange, I think we both know that you and Roxie have nothing left to talk about," Tempe said softly, walking over to her friend. "You can't force yourself to settle down with her when that isn't you."

"Yeah," Angela said sadly. "You're right. Thanks for the advice, Bren."

Angela left the Jeffersonian a few minutes later and headed to the bench near the coffee cart in the park, where she usually met with witnesses in a low-pressure environment to do suspect sketches. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the woman sitting on the bench. She had soft hair of golden brown and delicate features. Angela thought if she touched her she might break. She approached the woman slowly, making sure not to scare her away.

"Gina Lancaster?" Angela asked her, keeping her voice low, but cheerful.

"Yes," Gina almost whispered, looking up at Angela with sad eyes that looked as if they were made of gold.

Angela sat down beside Gina and placed her hand over Gina's, which lay trembling in her lap. Angela hoped she wasn't overstepping any boundaries, but the woman seemed to relax as Angela introduced herself.

"I'm Angela Montenegro, with the Jeffersonian Institute. I am so sorry for your loss," she stopped and looked into Gina's eyes, hoping she appeared confident. "But we are going to find your little boy."

A/N: Thanks for reading and please review!