Disclaimer: Of course I own them! The DVDs anyway.

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The first two shops they looked at were busts, but the third was sure to be a success. Angela had been relatively silent the entire trip, not making a single move to inquire as to what she had just witnessed that morning. In truth, she still wasn't sure what to make of it, and was trying to factor it into her plans. By the time they reached the third shop she had sorted it all out in her head and was ready to put her new plan into action.

"So, why didn't you ask Booth earlier?"

"I just thought I had already asked him."

"Or that he would just know."

"No, that's impossible," Brennan said as she looked at a dress that caught her eye. "What do you think of this one?"

"It's cute, but not the look we want for on this occasion." Angela spotted something and held it up to her friend. "This is more what we're looking for, although this is not your color."

"That looks very… revealing."

"Exactly. We want that new roommate of yours drooling."

"Angela, that's ridiculous."

"No, it's not. You have a gorgeous man-toy at your disposal, and I'm making sure that you're using it to your fullest ability." Just then Angela saw something that she was sure would be perfect. "Now go and try this on."

Brennan walked over and took it from Angela with a scowl. "This is completely unnecessary. I don't even know why I'm putting this thing on."

"Because we are going there to prove that people in the science industry really can be drop dead gorgeous. And because you need to give that new couch for a spin with your new roommate." Brennan sighed and went to go try it on. When she came out to look in the mirror her friend gasped.

"Oh, sweetie. This is the one. We could stop now, except now you need like a whole new wardrobe to go with this new look."

"That's not true. You just want to continue shopping."

"True, but not the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"The point is that you look fabulous in a way that you don't usually flaunt."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you always look great, you just never would do it in a way that would make both a hooker and a Roman Catholic jealous."

"I'm confused."

"It's revealing, but not so much that it's distasteful."

"Oh. So should I get it?"

"Sweetie, to not get it would be a crime."

Brennan smiled and went back to change out of the beautiful dress and pay for it.

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They were sitting in a coffee shop, tired from the morning's shopping and needing sustenance before they continued with the day. Angela was eager to take this opportunity to discuss what she had witnessed earlier that morning.

"So, now that Booth is nowhere to be seen, can you tell me what is really going on there. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but there is no way there is nothing going on. He was completely at home at your place, and wasn't even embarrassed about me being there. It was like that was his place, and there needn't be anyone to question it. And you don't have a boyfriend, and you haven't made any moves to change that, so it makes me believe that you already have someone taking that place. And if it is that hunk of FBI hotness, let me tell you that I don't have any qualms about it. In fact, I couldn't be any happier for you."

"Angela, you need to stop. There is nothing going on between me and Booth. It's just simpler when we have a case."

"And what would happen if you got a boyfriend? That FBI hunk would be kicked out? Do you have any idea how hurt he would be if you shoved him out of his second home because you've found a better pillow? He would be crushed. No doubt there would magically be a lot less of him in the work aspect of our lives, and not a lot of us would be able to deal with that. You're not the only one that enjoys having Booth around the lab."

"Who said I like it when Booth's at the lab? He's always getting in the way, and he never leaves us alone."

"Exactly. And now you spend every waking moment with him when we have a case anyways, so you can no longer use that excuse." Angela paused as she thought about their last case, and an important realization came up. "And what, might I ask, was he doing at your place over a week after the last case has been finished?"

"He was making sure I slept at home instead of at the lab."

"And that is an excuse for him to stay the night?"

"Well, it got really late, and we thought it would be better if he just stayed, rather than risk getting in an accident."

"How late is late?"

"Um… I think it is usually some time around one or two."

"That is nowhere near late; course, you did stay the night at the lab last night, so I'm sure you didn't get much sleep. But that is not late for him. He would have been just fine."

"I figured I would have a better chance of getting my keys back if he was there."

"Yeah, I heard that. What was that about?"

"He won't let me work on the weekends, so he takes my keys so I have no chance of working."

"You could have just called me. I would have gotten you in."

"And when you asked me why I didn't have my keys with me what would I have said? Thanks, but I have been avoiding that conversation by just putting up with his antics."

"And yet you still had to have this conversation," Angela said smugly. She was slightly surprised at Booth's actions. She had never expected him to be quite so forward.

"And yet I'm still having this conversation."

"So you mean to tell me that he takes your keys every weekend?"

"Every weekend. Which is why I make him stay the night. I go through his things when he's sleeping trying to find them, but I'm not having any luck."

"Maybe he's keeping them in a more intimate location," Angela muttered. If she was going to hide something from Brennan, it would have to be strapped to her person at all times. It's the one place Brennan would never look, and she would use that to her advantage if she were Booth.

"What did you say."

Think. Do I want to tell her that Booth has probably got her keys under his mattress, or actually attached to his chiseled body? Most definitely. "Well, if I were Booth, I would probably keep them on my body.

You know, strap them to my ankle or something."

"That's a ridiculous idea."

"No, it's not. It's probably the only place you haven't looked."

"Well it's not like I'm going search him when he's sleeping."

"I would."

"Angela."

"Just saying." Angela was sure that she had put the idea in her friend's mind. If she was right, Brennan would probably do it tonight. What I would do to be the fly on that wall. "Now how about we start the funner part of our day."

"Funner isn't a word."

"Well it's a lot funner to say than 'more fun'," Angela retorted.

"It's still incorrect."

"Not the point, sweetie. So, why does he always end up on the couch? That guest room of yours is fabulous."

"We usually open the bed so we can lay out all of the paperwork. Besides, it's far more comfortable than the floor or my dining room table."

"True," Angela responded. "And nothing inappropriate is going on while you two are laying there with all those papers there?"

"No, Ange. We're usually half asleep by midnight, and then we'll just clean up and go to bed. It's already open, so he may as well use it. Besides, he sprawls like no man I have ever seen, and the sofa-bed gives him much more room."

"I'll bet," Angela muttered. That sofa-bed was becoming her newest accomplice, or at least an accessory in her plans to put the two roommates together.

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