Story: What They Never Said

Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the scotch tape holding posters to my wall and the arsenal of furbies ready to bow down to me and obey my every will. Including recruiting reviewers, hehehe…

Spoilers: Inspired by a scene from The Woman in Limbo

Pairing: BoothxBrennan

Chapters: This will be dealt with in three parts, three points of view. First Angela, then Brennan, then Booth. Get excited.

Summary: They never told anybody, it was a secret, one they were so good at hiding.

Part I: Angela Tried

Note: Please review this story it makes me happy plus I'll post the second part sooner! Well, I already have it written out, I'm just giving you time to review this first part. I want ten reviews before the next chapter! That's like, nothing! Gimme more if you are kind people! I'm already suffering from the wait till 1) Bones season 1 DVD in July, and 2) Season numero dos in the fall!

Dedication: This is for Tempo because I feel like it and I just love this girl so much. Get hot-blooded, Jen, cause this is for you!

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"I've missed that, Angela." Brennan sighed, a watery smile creeping onto her face as she locked eyes with Angela. "Someone who cares about where I am, all the time. Someone who cares…" Angela smiled back at her friend and opened her mouth to say something.

"Bones!" The familiar call of Seeley Booth echoed through the high-ceilinged lab, the deep voice bouncing off the linoleum while the two women on the walkway looked down at the suited FBI agent.

"C'mon, Bones. Get a move on!" He called to her, beckoning before sticking his hands in his pockets as he waited. Angela turned back to her friend, trying to fight down a knowing smile she was sure would annoy Brennan.

"I say you do, Sweetie." She laughed quietly. "Because sitting right down there, waiting for you, is the man in shining FBI-issued armor who always wants to know where you are at any waking moment, because he cares. Just like me." Brennan looked thoughtful as she sent a small smile towards the waiting agent. She looked back at Angela, her brilliant blue eyes twinkling in thought.

"Sure, Ange. Sure." She said before turning and walking down towards Booth. Angela's dark eyes followed her, drinking in every detail she could gather from when Booth routinely placed a hand on Tempe to how he held the door open for her in their exit. She noticed how her best friend carried herself differently; it was a subtle difference, subtle enough for Angela to doubt the difference, but she relied on her gut. Brennan was just, different. Whether it was the case or the toned agent, she couldn't tell. But she knew she definitly hadn't noticed the change before.

It wasn't much to go off of, but as a forensic artist, Angela had her instinct to rely on, and she wanted to believe something was up. Booth's arm just barely around Brennan's shoulder, the way she subtly moved closer to him everyday, and how she no longer argued with him for his chivalry. Well, almost never argued. But she was learning to accept that, and maybe even accept his chivalry not because he insisted on 'asserting male dominance,' as Brennan so nicely put it, but because he genuinely cared for her. She tried to draw conclusions from her sparse information, a reluctant best friend, a hot FBI agent, and her own eye, but Angela could only hope. She watched the doors swing shut behind her favorite oblivious people, wondering if they were really that oblivious at all.

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Second part up soon, I promise! It's all nice and written out, just need reviews for this and a polish up on part two. More tomorrow! -Ash