This is my second fanfic, I've started another one, and that still a work in progress but I just got this idea while I was doing homework and I ditched it. So. . . . I hope you enjoy it, reviews are appreciated. The rating might change, who knows.
The door of the diner opened, and as it did, the familiar bell jingled. He was quick to turn around, today he was anxious. It took him a moment to realize that he'd been holding his breath when he let out a disappointed sigh. It was just an elderly couple finding shelter from the snow and looking for a fresh cup of coffee. He turned back to his slice of pie that he hadn't touched; it wasn't the pie that he'd enjoyed. It was the company he enjoyed. It was the company of his favorite squint. As he sat there, hoping, he realized this idea was stupid. Why would she be here? She hadn't called to say that she was coming. Why was he waiting for someone who wasn't going to turn up? She probably didn't even know he was sitting in that diner.
But maybe, this day was different. This day marked the day of his partners' departure. This day, five years earlier, Dr Temperance Brennan left her squad of squints and more importantly, she had left Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Dissatisfied, he pushed the pie away as a sign he wasn't going to eat it. This was stupid. He'd sat at the same stool, ordered a pie and waited. Every year. He had waited. Wishing and hoping.
The door jingled again, and this time he didn't bother to turn around. She's never coming back. This was her last chance to walk through that door. After this particular day he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
The click of high heels sounded across the linoleum floor and paused beside him. He smelt a woman's spicy perfume and felt a hesitant, but warm hand on his shoulder. He knew who it was.
He turned around and saw her. Angela. She had a huge grin on her face as she brushed snowflakes from her coat before she took it off. She was wearing a revealing low-cut red dress and her hair was pinned up and in ringlets. In her current condition, she still managed to look great. Her smile was quick to fade when she saw his expression.
"Your not ready." she realized and sat down next to him, eager to eat the pie she noticed within arms reach. She picked up a fork and helped herself to the dessert, she was careful not to let a single crumb escape her mouth.
"I have a good hour yet. How do you know if that's even my pie?" he chuckled and checked his watch. He'd been sitting in the same chair since noon. Angela shrugged and noticed that she'd eaten half of the delicious treat.
"Sweetie, I don't care if this pie belonged to the president. I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind sparing a little cash for the sake of little Jack." she glanced down at her belly is distaste for a brief moment. She hated being pregnant. The first few months she'd enjoyed it, apart from the morning sickness.
Now, at least a week away until she was due, she was always uncomfortable, and always needing to pee. Her breasts were swollen, and she dreamt of the days that she could fit back into her old designer clothing. She was worried most of all that her body wouldn't go back to the same way it was almost nine months earlier.
Thinking of this, she pushed the pie away from her reach and turned to the Agent, the fork still hanging from her mouth as she licked the last of the fruity syrup away.
"Does someone need a pep talk?" she asked and placed the fork down on the counter, seeing his glum face. He didn't speak, but forced his charm smile on his face to try and avoid one of Angela's talks.
"Oh come on sweetie, you can tell me what's going on in that hunky head of yours. Are you getting cold feet?" she asked and placed a supportive hand on his forearm. Booth shook his head.
"I don't have cold feet. . . . it's just. . . I . . . ." he didn't want to tell her what he was thinking about. It was five years ago for god sake. He shouldn't be thinking about the forensic anthropologist, she obviously wasn't thinking about him. Well, at least for two years, that was when he stopped receiving the small talk in the emails.
"Booth, this is supposed to be a day to celebrate love. It should be the happiest day of your life. Why do you look so unhappy?" she tried to pry into his thoughts.
"It's stupid. I don't know why I'm doing this. Every damn year . . ." his voice trailed off. He really didn't want to talk about this. Angela waited for a moment and then sighed.
"Okay, you really do need to finish your sentences. I'm good, but I'm not that good. I don't know what's going on up there." she gestured to his head and then glanced back at the pie for a second. Maybe one more bite wouldn't hurt.
"Do you know what the significance of this day is Angela?" he turned to her finally. He did need to talk to someone, even if it was Angela. She was good at talking about relationships.
"Um, yeah, today is supposed to be the most important day of your life." she raised wiggled her eyebrows and a coy smile appeared on her face. She saw that he didn't share her enthusiasm and her face turned glum like his.
"No. Yeah, it is. But . . . today, today five years ago. . ." he went back to only saying half a sentence. He decided the topic was best left alone. Angela finally grasped on what he was trying to say. She let out a sympathetic sigh.
"Oh. This is about Bren." She became silent. Booth shook his head and laughed, trying to brush the subject away.
"I should've never brought her that Christmas tree. If I didn't get that Christmas tree, maybe she'd still be here." he said and headed for the door.
"Booth. Seeley!" Angela called after him. He turned to her and put his hands on his hips. She came to her feet, using the counter as leverage and walked over to him.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"It's time to get married." He said and held the door open for her. She chose not to speak for a moment as she concentrated on trudging through the layer of snow on the sidewalk in her heels. She didn't care that her feet were probably going to freeze off; it was what she did for fashion.
"Booth-" he cut her short.
"Angela." He spoke in a warning tone and helped her with her coat. She smiled.
"I was just going to ask if that was your pie."
