Brennan had yet to check her phone since she got of the flight from the UK back to home. It was a tall order to her, seeing as she was always in high demand. When Booth brought the car around to take Brennan home, she decided she should probably check all of her messages instead of having them pile up even more.
When her phone finally turned on, she was surprised by only receiving one voicemail. It must have been something regarding the case, so she figured to just call her voicemail and delete it immediately so it didn't take up memory.
You have one new message.
BEEP
Hey sweetie, it's me. Hodgins and I broke up and uh, I won't really know why until I speak to you, so, I'm just gonna crawl into bed until you get home and then we can…
The call messaged with an intake of breath and a click. Brennan sighed. She knew she needed to go to Angela's house right away, disregarding all tired feelings from jetlag.
"Can I ask you something Booth"
"Of course you can Bones, what's up?"
"Would it be irrational of me to ask you to turn at the next light so I can go to Angela's house? I feel it necessary for me to be there currently."
Booth sighs.
"It's out of my way, but I'll do it. I don't know where she lives though."
"I have a GPS navigation system on my phone! It is quite excellent I've used it various times."
"Well that's because you can afford that sort of crap with your massive paycheck. FBI guys only make so much here. Maps are just fine for me."
Brennan chuckles. Booth is a good guy, just old school in his methods.
Brennan unbuckles her seatbelt and gets her suit case from the trunk of the car. Before she leaves, she leans into the passenger door window to say goodbye to Booth.
"Thank you for dropping me off Booth. I know you are quite tired from the flight, as am I, but I'm needed here. It's a welcome favor, as always."
"Of course Bones, anything you need, you know you can call me up any time!"
Brennan waves before turning around and walking up to Angela's door. It's not late, but it's not that early either.
I do hope Angela doesn't mind me knocking on her door randomly. It is almost 10pm.
Rolling her suitcase behind her, she takes a breath and firmly knocks on the wooden door four times. There's an abrupt sound behind the door that sounded almost like glass breaking, and then the door starts to open.
"Brennan, sweetie, what are you doing here? I know you got back today, but you didn't have to come here straight from your flight."
Angela's standing in the doorway, almost obstructing Brennan's way in. Brennan looks over Angela's shoulder to see a broken bottle of brandy on the floor.
"Am I interrupting something? I can come back tomorrow, Angela."
"No, no I'm just, coping. You know how liquor can be my best friend." Angela laughs uncomfortably.
"But I thought I was your best friend. Alcohol doesn't have any feeling-"
"I know I know, Bren. Just, why don't you come in?"
Angela opens the door, just enough to let Brennan past her. Brennan gives a weak smile in response.
"You are not drinking alone tonight Angela. I know you are upset, and that's why I made Booth turn around and bring me here. You are the only person who personally asks for me in times of emotional crisis, and I feel not only obligated to make you feel better, but I want to."
Angela smiles and pulls Brennan in for a hug, chin resting on Brennan's shoulder.
"You are such a better person than people make you out to be."