Dedicated to the One I Love
Chapter 1
Angela watched her best friend walking silently from the platform to her office. It was lunchtime, and normally, in the time before the team's time apart, Brennan would spend this time with Booth. But now, she ate a solitary lunch in her office, if she ate at all.
It tore at Angela's heart to see her friend so lonely, and yet so surrounded by those who loved her. But there didn't seem to be anything she could do to help. While everyone in the lab acknowledged the change, no one would confront her. They all knew the reason she seemed so lost and forlorn, and not one Jeffersonian employee wanted to risk their contact with the amazing woman.
Angela thought it was a bit ironic that the only person, other than herself, who would call Brennan on her change of attitude didn't even know something had changed. In Booth's presence, Brennan was as she had always been. She laughed, smiled, and was her normal brilliant self whenever he was around. Angela snorted in amusement. Yet another thing no one would talk to her about. The change in Brennan when Booth was around was obvious and saddening for anyone who was witness to the pretense she presented to him.
She sat back in her chair, resting her elbows on the armrests of her chair, and steeped her fingers together as she thought. A slow song telling of lost love came softly over the radio, and she smiled at the fit to the situation. Her exotic eyes lit on her computer screen and an idea came to her.
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Two days later…
"Booth," Angela called when she saw him striding past her office. She hurried to her open door as he changed directions and walked toward her with a happy smile on his handsome face.
"Something I can do for you, Angela?"
She returned his smile with one of her own. "I just wanted to let you know that I've developed a program for your cell phone that will allow a more secure connection between you and the other members of the team. All I have to do is send it to you as a text. When you open it, it will be uploaded into your phone. It has an app attached that will allow you to use one of the special features I added to the program." She ended with another brilliant smile.
Booth looked surprised, but nodded. "Thanks, Ange," he told her with genuine appreciation. "When are you going to do it? And what is the special feature?"
Angela turned into her office, knowing Booth would follow. "It's called Dedicated to the One I Love." Booth raised his eyebrow in silent question. "I've set up a link to my vast inventory of music in the app. The app will allow any song in my inventory to be sent to one or more of the people on the Jeffersonian team." She noted his interested expression. "Sometimes things can be said much better with a song. And many have a special meaning to certain people." She brought up the file on her computer and danced her fingers across several keys. "There. Now all you have to do is open the text."
He pulled his phone from his breast pocket and looked at it expectantly. When it beeped, indicating a new text message, Booth flashed a smile at Angela. "Thanks Ange."
He turned to walk away, when she called to him. "Booth?" He stopped and looked at her. "I already sent it to Bren's phone."