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Booth sauntered into Brennan's office cocky as always. "Bones, chop chop!"
Upon examining her office and coming up empty he called out, "Bones?"
"Not here, but I can keep you company" Angela joked flirtatiously.
"Hey Ang, Where's Bones? We had 2 o'clock plans and its now 2:05-she's nowhere to be seen."
"What type of plans? Secret rendezvous?" Ang asked suggestively.
"Please, that's enough Ang. How many times do I have to tell you. We're just partners. Just, tell me, where is she?"
"There's nothing just about it and we both know that..."
A different voice piped in: "You can stop harassing Ang, Booth, I'm right here," Bones muttered upon returning to her office.
"What, you're taking her side? You always take her side."
Ignoring this outburst, Bones replied, "Come, let's go before we're late-bye Ang," as if nothing about the situation was remotely odd. She did this all while unloading a leather embossed folder and extracting what looked like two tickets from it before leaving the folder on her desk.
"Bren, wait a sec. Are you going to tell me who's the lucky guy?"
"I don't know what that means!"
"Don't play coy, sweetie; you know exactly what I mean—the tickets you just grabbed…what are you and Booth going to see?"
The absence of an immediate response forced Ang to prompt further, "Bren…?"
This would require some serious detective work.