Tempe looked at the old couch in her office. It was way past it's prime. The cushions' were almost flat and the black color had faded to a dull grey. But Tempe was reluctant to throw it out. She had so many memories from it.
Booth napped on it when they were hard at work and he got tired of listening to Squint babble.
It was also where she sat when Booth had proposed all those years ago.
But by far the fondest memory had to be the night so long ago, when Angela had come to her office at 11 at night and announced she was over her celibacy streak. She tackled Tempe and both women fell back in a tangle of arms and legs, lips locked together. That night had seemed to go on for ever, and it was the start of a new level of their friendship.