A/N- This is from Angela's perspective, earlier that day, in the present tense.

"Ange?" a nervous voice at my doorway asks.

I look up to find Brennan, her head peering inside but her body turned as if she was preparing to run away. I wave her in, eager to leave the reconstruction I was working on.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

She walks to the opposite end of the office and fingers a sculpture I had done while in college.

"This is very aesthetically pleasing," Brennan tells me.

I thank her and motion for her to sit down. She stays standing and cleared her throat nervously.

"Is there, um, anything you want to talk to me about?" I began for her.

Brennan plays with my name placard on my desk, running her finger along the grooves of the lettering. She takes a deep breath and says quickly, "I am in need of a release and I know that you are familiar with rooms in this building that are not covered by security cameras therefore they are perfect for having sex so I was wondering if you could tell me where one of these rooms are so Booth and I can have intercourse without having to leave work and without being caught."

"Whoa, whoa, hold up there, Bren! You want to have sex with Booth!?!?" I yell. "When did you decide this? Are you dating him? For how long? Or did you just wake up this morning and think 'I'd like to do Booth today'?"

"No. We have been dating and I would like to have a place to have sex with him in work. Is that so hard to accept, Angela?"

I just stare at her.

"Ange, please I am begging you. I am on my thighs here," she says earnestly.

I snort and correct her: "Sweetie, it's 'on my knees' and okay, okay. I may or may not have a place, and it may or may not get you really, really pissed off because it has to do with the Jeffersonian."

"I don't care! Just tell me the damn place!" Brennan hollers at me.

"The Egyptian Archives, Cleopatra's fake bed."

She cocks her eyebrow and stares at me. I don't think she is too happy with me, but I warned her!

"Okay. Um, well I am going to tell Booth and he'll meet me down the-"

I suddenly have a brilliant idea, and I shush her. "Bren, you can't just ask him to meet you down there! You have to slowly ease into it. Here," I move out of the way and plopp her into my chair, "Go send an email asking him to come down."

I go to the other side of the room, biting my thumbnail. About 5 minutes later, she looks over at me and says that she was done. I rush over to her side and read it out loud: "'Dear Agent Booth, I am in need of a sexual release and was wondering if you would come down to the Egyptian archives to have sexual intercourse with me. Thanks, Dr. Temperance Brennan.' No! You have to sound mysterious! Ugh, scoot over, I'll do it for you."

Within seconds I have the email typed and sent of f to him. "Okay, now unbutton your shirt a little so we can see some cleavage. Now go to your office! Pronto!"

I wave her off and lean against the doorframe. I watched the hallways and soon after, Booth comes sprinting past my office. He has an indescribable expression on his face, sort of a mixture of happiness, worry, surprise, and shock.

He has quite the surprise coming for him.

Here is chapter 2, as promised! I do have a chapter 3 in mind, but it's more of an epilogue than an actual add-on to the fic. If I want to/ have time, I'll post it. Hope you enjoyed, guys! Also, thank you for the wonderful feedback on this fic! 15+ story subscriptions, and 6 reviews! To others, it may not be that much, but for me it is! So thank you thank you thank you!!! You guys are the reason I continue to write!