A/N: A series of oneshots I came up with while looking at my "daily love quote" on Google. Might be unrequited angst, might be flirtship, might be established B/B, might be straight up smut. Rating is for those smut chapters.

Disclaimer: All through this story, the only thing that will be mine is my overactive imagination. If that changes, you guys will be the first to know. Promise.

"If I love you, what business is it of yours?"

Johann Wolfgang van Goethe

He could feel her presence next to him while he watched the squints work from his spot on the catwalk. Could smell her perfume, could almost see her dark hair cascading down her back, her expressive eyes flashing with knowledge.

"How long?" her smooth voice questioned.

"How long what?" he answered.

"How long have you been in love with my best friend?"

"Angela, I –" she cut him off with a gentle hand on his arm.

"Save it, Seeley. You know you can't lie to me about this. Just tell me."

"It's not that, Angela. Bones and I –" she cut him off again.

"Are just partners, blah blah blah. Let me tell you something, Sweetie. You don't look at Bren like a partner. You look at her like Jack looks at me. You look at her like a lover."

Seeley squirmed a little at Angela calling him out like that. He shook his head and tried to manage a grin for her. "You think so, huh?"

She nodded seriously. "Women's intuition, Booth," she paused. "And I'm not blind."

"What makes it so obvious to you? The women's intuition thing, or the not blind thing?" Seeley asked.

"Honestly? The not blind thing."

Seeley let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Shit."

Angela let out a giggle. "I've never seen someone so concerned about the possibility of falling in love."

Seeley slid his eyes in her direction and cocked an eyebrow.

"We're not talking about me, here," Angela clarified.

"Yeah," Seeley smiled a second and then got serious. "Does Bones know?"

"Well, if it's possible, I think she's even more oblivious than you."

"Well, thanks, Angela. Considering I knew, I wasn't exactly what you'd call oblivious."

"So you see what I'm getting at?" she teased.

Seeley looked confused for a moment. "So she… she's… with me?" he stammered.

"I'm sworn to secrecy. She actually told me it was none of your business."

"She's in love with me and figures it's none of my business?" Seeley asked incredulously.

"Doesn't sound very logical, does it?"

"Not really. Especially considering…"

"That she's the logic queen. I know," Angela smiled. "I'm glad you agree. Now I can go tell Brennan what you just told me," she turned and headed for the stairs. Seeley reached out and snatched her arm, effectively stopping her.

"Whoa, there, Cupid. Just because I told you doesn't mean I want you to tell Bones."

"But you just said –" this time it was his turn to interrupt.

"I know what I said. But that doesn't make it your place to tell her. Kind of loses the romanticism. And this isn't third grade."

"So are you going to tell her?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"It's complicated, Ange."

"How? You open your mouth, say 'Bones, I love you,' and then you kiss her. How is that complicated?"

"Well, Jeez, Ange. If it's so easy, how come Hodgins had to ask you nine times to marry him?"

"First, it was not nine times. And I'm sorry, did you miss the part where I said we weren't talking about me?"

Seeley smiled. "That's what I thought. I'll tell her, Ange. I promise. Someday."

"You know I just want you guys to be happy, right?"

"I know," Seeley smiled and walked toward the stairs, his black dress shoes clicking softly down the metal steps.

Angela braced her arms on the railing in the same position she'd found Booth a few moments earlier. She watched him stride confidently across the lab and scan his card to allow him up to the platform. He stood and watched Brennan for a few moments before taking her elbow gently and drawing her away from the table. She removed her safety goggles and looked up at him with a sweet smile. Angela shook her head and grinned to herself about what a couple of morons they were. Booth motioned to Bren's office and she nodded, following him off the platform. They walked the few steps to her office and Booth pulled the door shut behind him.

If only she could be a little mouse in the corner.

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A/N: Well? What did you think? Do you think he told her?