"What is going on? Is this about Vincent?
"Yes. And…I got into bed with Booth last night."
"Wait. Whoa. What exactly happened after you, after you crawled in to Booth's bed?"
Brennan sighs and looks down. Then she smiles.
"Well, it was amazing."
Angela can barely contain her excitement. She is holding her baby-belly jumping slightly up and down. She walks around the table and give Brennan a big sisterly hug.
"Oh my god, oh my god. Oh. My. God. I am so amazingly happy for you. I need all the amazing details. What was amazing? His shoulders? His muscles? His, well you know….manhood? How does he kiss? Who was on top?"
"Ange, no. We did not have sex."
"So tell me all about the amazing no sex. Tell me. Spill it. I'm waiting. I'm confused. Still waiting…."
"Okay. It was almost 5am. I had been crying on the couch. I went into his bed room to talk to him about Vincent's death. And I just wanted to stay with him. So he took me in his arms and we layed back in his bed. I cried some more, but eventually I was calm and we fell asleep."
"Do you two need a map? Or an app? A romance GPS. Maybe I can throw something 3 dimensional together for you in my imaging machine?"
"I don't know what that means," Brennan states.
"Get back to amazing, Sweetie. Tell me all about that."
"Ange, I have never spent the night wrapped in the warmth of another man's body. I have never woken up surrounded by the strength of another person's arms, listening to his heart beat as my head rest on his chest. When I woke up to Booth I was hopeful. I was happy. I felt so safe."
"Oh Sweetie, that does sound amazing. It's a wonderful feeling to be in the arms of the man you love. In the arms of the man who loves you. I'm so happy for both of you."
"Besides," Brennan's smile becomes a little devious as she continues. "I was all puffy, with red eyes and a runny nose. I looked like hell. I was wearing a gray sweatshirt. I don't want to look like hell the first time Booth and I make love. I want to be super-hot and look absolutely fabulous. I want him to look at me and want me with a passion. Not feel the need to protect me. "
"Okay, you're right. That definitely sounds like way more fun. I would take hot, passionate sex over weepy, hold me sex. Especially the first time. Jeeze, you really are smart."
"Brilliant, actually."
"Okay miss brilliant, are we going to Victoria's secret together?"
"What is that and why do I need to go there?"
"You said you wanted hot. Victoria Secret definitely does hot. My advice for you Sweetie would be to wear the sexiest, tiniest, silkiest bra and panties any angel has ever worn; then take that man of yours by his gorgeous abs, look into those soulful sniper brown eyes of his, and rock his world like you rocked that RV camper when you pretended to be Boris and Natasha."
"Wanda and Buck."
"A rose by any other name…"
Brennan's look on her face tells Angela that she is confused.
"Brennan, that bullet was intended for Booth. You should be grateful to the universe right now that you still have the opportunity you're wishing for. Make that happen for yourself, hell, make it happen for each other. Okay, and maybe a little bit for me too."
Brennan looked at her best gal-pal.
"Okay. I can do that. Thanks Ange."
"No need to thank me. Just know that I will be wanting for details that include the words hot, passionate, amazing, sex and Booth. But remember to use a condom, or you may end up like me."