Bones
A new Day, new Case, a new Skeleton. Every day is the same, but there got to be a change right?
There is: The stories behind the death of the person in my Lab and this time…I have a feeling that this story's going to change everything. Even if this thought is irrational.
Suddenly Booth came on the Platform with his usual "So what did you find out, Bones?"his way to say hello.
"Hey Booth!" came a happy greeting behind me, which made me jump a little. Gladly nobody noticed. Angela stood now next to me, smiling at Booth.
What's the strange feeling I get every time she smiles at him? Maybe it's this Emotion called Jealousy, I don't know.
"Until now I found out that the victim is a female between 17-20 years. Probably a Student as you can see on her middle Finger (which I pointed out), due to holding a pen for several long periods of time. Angela already reconstructed her face and the way she was murdered." He gave us a quick Thanks before following us to the Angelator where Zach and Hodgins already waited. Afterwards, Booth went to the FBI, trying to find out the girls identity. Hodgins still had some Particles to analyze, which were found on the Victim, while Zach wanted to look at the Bones again trying to find out something new. That left me and Angela alone in her Office. Neither of us said anything, which created an uncomfortable silence. I tried to concentrate on the reconstructed face with Angela standing beside me, but without realizing my heart beaded faster and right now she stood really close. Before something slipped out of control I cleared my throat and stated that I'm going to see if Zack found something. Angela nodded in respond and so I made my way back, wondering why my Body and Mind reacted different to her than to others. A second thing I needed to figure out.
Maybe someone like Booth could help me?
He knows a lot when it comes to social Relationships and Emotions. Just then I noticed that most of the Staff went home, except for my Team. Zach's looking at the Victims right Hand again so I asked if he found anything, which he didn't. He looked at me confused, why?
"What?", he turned his attention to the Bones and replied "Nothing." Now I'm the one confused, but decided to ignore it before I told him to go Home. When he was gone I sat down in a chair, sighed and let my head fall back exhausted.
Without any real work I tried to concentrate on the X-Rays of the Bones, scattered on my desk and when that was to exhausting I crossed my arms, put them on the desk and laid my head on them. Before I realized it I was drowsing off and soon fell asleep. Seems like Angela was still here, because she tried to wake me up.
"Sweetie, it's time to go Home." I opened my eyes, which was hard and turned my head in her direction. When I slowly stood up she gave me a worried You look terrible look and chuckled slightly, because my hair was a mess. However that happened. I told that I'd now that and walked sleep drunken out of my Office. Obviously she followed me, the echo of her high heels was loud in this empty place.
Somehow Angela's presence relaxed me, even when my mind was a chaos. I could only assume that I am attracted to her, by the way my heart reacted and my cheeks heated up when she smiled.
That's called a blush, right?
Probably my Hormones are just going crazy right now.
Ah, I remember when I started do develop feelings for her. It was the time when she flew to the desert on a vacation with Kirk. Her yearly tradition: Every year three weeks in the desert separated from her job and society. When she send us the pictures of her and Kirk posing to make a decent photo the thought that she looked beautiful crossed my mind and somehow shocked me.
Why would I think like that?
Finding my best friend beautiful in a romantic way wasn't how friendship worked, so I ignored it. But than she called me, told me about the head some men found and cried, because she had a feeling that it is Kirks. So took the next fly and went to her. While the whole village tried to solve the case, I comforted Angela at night. It was pleasant: her cuddling against me and somehow her vulnerable side was gorgeous. She was always the confident one in what she did and understood so much, especially when it came to me. So now it wasn't me who depended on her, but the opposite. It's weird when I think about it this way and very illogical, but I don't care. She influenced me in such a strong way: preventing me from thinking rational. Nobody else could do that, so why her? Another mystery I have to solve.
"Bren! Wait up!" Ange called suddenly and startled me, which stopped me from walking. Turning my head in her direction I saw her almost running towards me, more walking really fast. Just about a half meter away from me she tripped and out of reflex I caught her. All I could do was listening to her mumbled Thanks, before our eyes locked just a bit longer than necessary. Again my heart beaded faster and my breath was taken away. Again I realized how beautiful she actually is: her chocolate brown eyes, the raven hair and her slightly toned skin. But sadly she looked away and stood up, straightening her clothes.
"Sorry Sweetie." Smiling she started walking again and while following her outside I felt my lips turning upwards into a smile. We walked for five minutes before our ways parted and like always Ange hugged me goodbye and walked away.