Disclaimer: Is this really necessary? If I owned it I wouldn't be putting it on FanFiction, now, would I? And that first kiss would have happened in Vegas.

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Angela Montenegro was ecstatic. The only way she could be any happier would be if her favorite non-couple would no longer have the "non" attached to it. But taking her friend shopping would have to be enough for now. There was a Gala for the Jeffersonian coming up in a couple of months, and they needed to get fabulous dresses on her fiancé's limitless credit card. There were some sales going on at some of her favorite boutiques this weekend, so this seemed like as good a time as any to start looking. Besides, she would not miss the opportunity to get her relationship plans for her friend further underway.

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She arrived at her friend's apartment bright and early at 7:30 with a coffee cup in hand. She knew she would need at least a cup if she was going to put up with her friend's complaints all day.

Angela knocked on the door to her friend's apartment and waited. She was about to knock again when the door opened.

"Booth?" Angela exclaimed, completely stunned and wondering how her friend had managed to keep this from her.

"Angela," Booth said in a gruff voice.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was trying to sleep. And now I'm going to go make coffee and breakfast, because there is no chance of me sleeping now that you are here." Booth moved aside to let Angela in and walked to the kitchen. "Bones, Angela's here," Booth yelled, "You better hurry up before she comes in to get you herself all guns ready."

"I don't know what that means, but it doesn't matter because I'm ready. Is the coffee ready?"

"No, because I just started the pot. You usually do it before I do."

"Angela, I know you want to get going, but I'm not leaving until that coffee is ready. Or until Booth finishes making breakfast."

"Wait. Did you just agree to eat breakfast before going to work without me to tell you to do it anyways? My words have finally gotten through to you."

"They don't seem to be the only thing," Angela muttered into her coffee.

"What?" Booth and Brennan asked at the same time.

"Nothing. So, when did this happen? And why haven't I been informed of your status change."

"I don't know what that means."

"Angela, stop before you hurt yourself. Nothing is going on here."

"What isn't going on here? You are making breakfast, Angela's taking me shopping, and I'm standing around feeling useless. Booth, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Hold on!" Angela shouted before Brennan could continue. "Someone is going to tell me why Booth is here and is insisting that there is nothing sexual going on or you will have to go to that Gala in sweats."

"Angela, Booth sometimes stays over after we're finished going over the paperwork and things for a case.

Or when we're on a case and are discussing theories. He's usually staying here until three or four, so I insisted he stay the night for safety reasons."

"How come I didn't see your SUV?"

"I park in the structure."

"You mean to tell me that he has a parking space?"

"Yes."

"Where do you sleep?"

"The guest room," Booth said. "Or the couch. Usually the couch," he added as an afterthought.

"The couch? That thing is a rock, no offense Bren."

"I got a new one."

Angela turned and looked to see a new couch near where the old one used to be. But it wasn't just any couch; it was a sofa-bed. A comforter and sheets were disheveled over it, where Booth had woken hurriedly to open the door for her.

"When did you get this?"

"A few months ago; around the time that you moved in with Hodgins."

"Wow."

"Breakfast's ready. Do you want some?" Booth said, ending the conversation.

Angela nodded, and he dished out eggs, toast, bacon, and hash browns onto three plates and put some fruit into three bowls. They each took their plates and sat down. Booth stood back up so he could bring coffee. Angela took this opportunity to grill Brennan.

"Now I realize that you two are just being modest, so you had better expect some major dishing when we shop. And no lying."

"Dishing? I don't know what that means."

"It means that you will be telling her all about what isn't happening between us," Booth clarified, slowly walking in carrying three mugs. Brennan quickly stood up to free Booth from one of the cups.

"So what are you shopping for?" Booth asked.

"Dresses for the Charity Gala for the Jeffersonian," Angela clarified.

"When's that?"

"In two months," Brennan said offhand. "Oh! I was going to ask you if you would be my escort."

"Sure. Just give me the exact date so I can be sure I can come, although I really doubt I'll be doing

anything."

Angela was astounded. The two had just handled that like they had handled Booth sleeping at her house.

"Aren't you two just the cutest domesticated couple."

"Angela, don't get carried away."

The rest of breakfast was spent in comfortable silence.

"I'll clean up so you two will have plenty of time to shop," Booth said. As an afterthought he added, "I'll give you back your keys on Monday. Have fun."

Angela grabbed Brennan's hand and all but dragged her out the door to one of Hodgins' cars that she had taken for the trip.

A/N: I had this wonderful idea of Brennan having a parking space at Booth's place too, but then I realized that he has a house, not an apartment. So sad. If you want to, there is a lovely button in the left corner that you, as the reader, are all but obligated to push. Go ahead now, and push that button.