It had been a matter of weeks since Hannah and Booth had broken up.
Nothing had really happened.
It was frustrating, especially to one regnant Forensic Artist. Angela who was enjoying the second trimester of her pregnancy much more than the first due to the fact there was less vomit, however was puzzled by her lack of libido.
It was disconcerting; it had made her incredibly jealous of anyone who seemed to be having a great sex life.
She had glowered at Cam when she had come in one morning after a very successful date with Paul. She had growled at Clark as he described in more detail than necessary his interesting night with his girlfriend involving his own personal strip show. She has Grabbed Sweets in a very delicate area when he had started to ask for advice in pleasing Daisy (Which on a side note had had the opposite effect.)
However the person or persons she was most mad with were Brennan and Booth.
Booth had mourned the loss of Hannah until Valentine's Day, when the situation hit him again and he became MAD. How dare she refuse what he had to offer? This had cumulated in Brennan going out of her way to help I'm get over his anger. She had drag him out to the shooting range until his Anger had turned back into a smoulder only to be completely dissipated when he saw her chuckling because she had managed to shoot out the shape of a heart on the target.
Brennan was the only person he knew who was more than happy to laugh at herself and went out of her way to do so. She entertained herself, probably always had. Booth felt privileged that he sometimes got to be in on some of her jokes.
That completely innocent gesture had made his day. It had made him realise that there was no one quite like her.
Hannah was quite easily forgotten when she was compared to Temperance Brennan. He should have felt bad but in that moment when she was happy he just couldn't feel bad.
From that day onward Booth and Brennan had come around to a new stalemate, one that involved blatant flirting and to Angela's displeasure the longest game of 'nervous' ever played.
Not that either of them would admit to it or acknowledge it.
It was frustrating and Hot.
Really Really Hot.
They would walk around permanently touching. Booths hand at the small of her back. Brennan clutching on to his arm. Walking down the street with his arm over her shoulders her arm tucked around is waist. The moved in sync with each other never being more than 3 foot apart when in the same vicinity.
In the times they where apart, Booth could be found back in his place on the Catwalk staring at Brennan when she wasn't looking. Brennan had been caught more than once staring off into space obviously pinning for her FBI agent. Booth had been seen at the Hoover rearranging his photo in his office so that he could see a picture of Brennan from his chair, discreetly of course. Brennan had unearthed Jasper and Brain-smirff from there bottom drawer grave.
No one had seen them outside work because they had spent almost every moment together separate from the rest of the world.
For these reasons no one would be able to judge the artist for her distracted nature during the meeting they all had with the Canadian officials about their current case.
She hadn't heard the American Sheriffs arguing that the case was American because they had the most feet due to the fact Brennan had been 'fixing' Booths tie with accompanying languid chest stroking.
She hadn't heard the Canadians counter argument that they had jurisdiction because the current had been coming from north to south in that part of the river meaning that the body's had probably came from Canada as Booth had been tracing patterns 'innocently' on Brennan's Knee.
She had definitely not been engaged when the official had decide they would share jurisdiction and work together as Booth had been tickling Brennan's ribs in hope of getting her to laugh out loud instead of turning a bright shade of tomato and taking short puffs of air into her lungs every few seconds when she thought she could chance it.
That is why as they all started to say their goodbyes to their Canadian counterparts and the pair had decided to stand with Booths hand discreetly inside Brennan shirt on the small of her back Angela blew up like a firework.
"STOP, JUST STOP. I can't take it anymore. I have literally invested years into watching the two of you skirt around each other. Do it. Have sex. Like NOW. Go."
Booth and Brennan stood blindsided by her outburst. Booth pulled his hand back and they stood apart.
"Who us?" Booth scandalously asked.
Brennan looked to him as if she was seeking his advice in how to act, following his lead she said "Angela, are you ok?"
"NO" Angela yelled. "MY BESTFRIEND IS TORTURING ME WITH SEX."
"What? Ange you need to calm down stress isn't good for the baby" Brennan said in her best clinical tone.
"Exactly that is why you two have to have sex." Angela blurted.
"That makes no sense is this one of the occasions where you are living you're life vicariously through me? Because I really hate when you do that? If you want to have sex with Booth it is none of my business although I thought you where fulfilled with Jack?" Brennan whispered no too slyly to her best friend.
"Oh she is fulfilled alright" Hodgins piped up. "She is well and truly pregnant, or haven't you all noticed."
Ignoring Hodgins Angela continued. "NO this is when I am trying to get you to live your life not hide from it in a shell of denial."
"Hay" Booth interrupted before Brennan could reply. "I just split from Hannah; we are currently re-establishing Boundaries right Bones?"
"Uh yeah, I guess" Brennan had no idea what Booth was talking about but went with it.
"So you are planning on having sex at some point in the future?" Angela addressed Booth.
There was a snort from the Background and a Canadian voice was to be heard murmuring "he want to have sex with the ice queen."
Booth turned to address whoever had disrespected his partner only to be stopped by Brennan pushing against his chest to stop the motion. Brennan then turned around her-self with a large exhale.
"DR. Filmore" Brennan said evenly "It nice to see you once again."
At this the Canadian doctor smiled, which came out as more of a grimace. "Dr Brennan"
"You two know each other?" Cam asked sensing trouble on her horizons.
"Yes, we have met." Dr Filmore answers curtly.
Brennan gave her best innocent as sin smile before talking once more "I made a criticism of Dr. Filmores work as a Forensic Podiatrist a couple years back citing that a well trained anthropologist would be more than able to assess damage to feet making his field redundant. Dr Filmore unfortunately took my assessment to heart and hasn't quite got over it."
"A criticism more like an outright attack on me and my profession, you called me a 'redundant fool unaware of his own uselessness.' You called my article an exercise in self flagellation and self promotion, useful for only a comedic allegory in what happens when people are isolated from other real academic pursuits.'" Filmore supplied angrily.
Hodgins let out a chuckle only to be rapped over the head by Cam.
Sweets came out with an undignified "Whoa, dude total harsh man"
Brennan rolled her eyes at their antics. "Well it seems Dr Filmore you have a chance to prove you worth to me. Are you alright to work this case with me or is you ego irreparably damaged."
This time it was Angela who chortled and Cam grinned also.
"No Dr. Brennan, I am a professional expert."
"Good see you tomorrow" Brennan stated before she left dragging Booth after her.
