A/N – Thank you everyone who has reviewed, alerted, favourited and read my story. It means a lot that people have taken the time to review it. I loved writing this chapter and have hopefully managed to incorporate successfully a comedic undertone to it. I love Angela's character particularly in Season one with her attempts to set Bones up on dates and to help her have some sort of social life. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter and also any ideas for future plotlines for particular episodes. I plan to follow the Season One storyline. Well, here is the next chapter! Love, K x

Chapter Two – The Man in the S.U.V

Angela knew she shouldn't be spying on them but she found herself doing so anyway. She looked through the full length glass windows to find Brennan sitting at her computer and Booth pacing the office tossing an object that she could not make out in his hand. She had never seen them alone together before where no one was invading their privacy.

"Angela, what are you doing?" Hodgins enquired.

"Sssh," she signalled, placing her fingers on her lips.

"What are we looking at?" Hodgins asked before he positioned himself so he could see Booth and Brennan in her office. Both were deep in conversation and seemed oblivious to Angela and him.

"Brennan and Booth," smirked Angela. "Come on, you must have thought about the two of them, together, with all this unresolved sexual tension they've got going."

"It will never happen," chucked Hodgins. "They're both too stubborn."

"Just watch," instructed Angela.

She turned to look back through the window. Brennan was indicating to something on the screen of her computer which resulted in Booth abandoning the tossing of the object in his hand, and striding over to examine it. He placed a hand on the back of her chair and one hand beside the keyboard, as he leaned over to examine it closer. Angela could clearly see how close their bodies were, brushing against each other. Brennan turned to face him whilst Booth remained leaning over. Neither pulled away, they were too close to be just friends. Eyes fixated on each others, she could see the emotion oozing from them and sense the sexual tension. Booth lowered his head before he whispered something in her ear.

"I knew it," shrieked Angela. A wide grin spread across her face, she could barely contain her excitement.

"Know what, exactly?" asked Zach as he walked towards them.

"Angela has a theory," explained Hodgins. "That Brennan and Booth are together."

"Together?" Zach answered confused.

"Together, as in together!" Angela replied in exasperation. "Sleeping together, boom chicka wow wow, hot sex...

"Ooh together," responded Zach, the realisation hitting him.

"Finally getting it," muttered Hodgins.

"Do you have any substantial evidence to back your theory?" Zach inquired.

"Body language," stated Angela simply. "There is no way there are just friends. Friends do not do what they just did."

"That is merely subjective evidence," stated Zach. "Before you conclude your observations you should explore all possibilities."

"Right," mused Angela turning back to the glass.

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Brennan glanced out the window momentarily and she caught of a glimpse of three people looking into her office. She looked again and saw that it was Angela, Zach and Hodgins. Why were they looking into her office? Booth noticed that she was looking at something and turned to see what she was looking at.

"Is that who I think it is?" Booth asked as he looked out at them.

"What are they doing?" Brennan questioned turning back to face Booth.

"I think they're watching us!" Booth answered.

"Why?" Brennan wondered. Why they would do that?

"Come on Bones use your super genius brain," implored Booth.

"Ooh, they think we're sleeping together," replied Brennan, her eyes lit up in realisation. "What should we do?"

"I don't think we have to worry about that," signalled Booth. Brennan looked back around at them. Their faces panic-stricken by the realisation that they had been caught, before they quickly scurried away out of sight to return to the current tasks they were working on.

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Angela stood at the doorway noticing all the pictures, notes and files strategically placed on the ground on the current case of Hamid Masruk, the victim of a homicide. She walked into the room, she wished she could have helped at the crime scene but the thought alone made her feel nauseous. She looked over at Brennan who seemed more tired than usual and noticed the dark circles that underlined her eyes. Well, she supposed that had to do with Booth keeping her up all night.

"And about this weekend…" Angela prompted. Angela knew she needed to get out more, have a life outside of work (social activity that was not just sex).

"Angela, I don't know," protested Brennan.

"Oh come on," urged Angela.

"I don't know," replied Brennan uneasily.

"Brennan I know this great club, they play Trip Hop and Trance," explained Angela enthusiastically.

"I don't know what that means," replied Brennan in confusion.

"It doesn't matter," insisted Angela. She knew she was quickly losing this battle. "We'll grab Booth."

"No," Brennan refused. Her eyes shot upward at Booth's name, she felt all the blood rushing to her face.

"I think he likes you," smirked Angela, flashing a knowingly look. "God if I were you, I'd buy a ticket on that ride."

"Look, I'm going to be very busy this weekend even after the ID, I have these," said Brennan as she pointed to the three plastic boxes of bones.

"Remains from World War One?" Angela questioned, as she raised an eyebrow. Seriously, was this her best excuse?

"That's what the institution pays me for," answered Brennan. "I've got hundreds of these waiting."

"And they can't wait one more weekend?" Angela inquired.

"They've got relatives. They've waited long enough," remarked Brennan.

"You know, it's not that scary Brennan. You have a few drinks. You move to the music. You might even smile," reasoned Angela. Maybe she wouldn't get her out clubbing this weekend but there was hope. Maybe if she could persuade Booth.

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Brennan walked into Booth's office bemused why Angela, her friend, was so interested in her sex life. She had no idea how Ange managed to pick up on the sexual chemistry between them. Brennan thought they were doing a pretty good job of keeping them a secret. She was a good at compartmentalising after all. She sat down on the chair in front of his desk waiting for him to come from his meeting with Cullen.

Moments later Booth came through the door and noticed Brennan sitting in the chair.

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming over," said Booth.

"I don't understand it," stated Brennan.

"You don't understand what?" Booth asked.

"Why is Angela so interested in my sex life? She thinks I am sleeping with you, you know!" Brennan expanded.

"She would be right about that," smirked Booth.

"That's not the point," quipped Brennan.

"Then what is the point?" Booth inquired.

"How does she know?"Brennan asked. "I am excellent at compartmentalising."

"Bones, you can only conceal things up to a certain point," explained Booth. "You know there is more the one way of communicating! People in a physical relationship give off all sorts of non-verbal signals around each other, and someone as perceptive as Angela is going to pick up on it."

"What exactly are we doing?" Brennan questioned, knowing it was the wrong thing to say as the words seem to find their way out her mouth anyway. "Is it just sex? Ange seems to think it is something more, is that true?"

"Geesh Bones! It was never just sex, to start with yes, it was fun but it was never just sex!" Booth reiterated. "Now it's more than that. Eventually, we'll get to know a lot about each other. It changes things; but we're not there yet. We're taking it slowly getting to know one another fully before embarking on anything serious and as for Angela I think I have the perfect solution..."

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Booth and Brennan made their way towards the bar at Wong Foos, whilst having an argument over whether the victim's wife was having an affair. They were so busy arguing they failed to notice that Angela was sitting at a nearby table listening to her iPod.

"She was having an affair!" Booth announced as he took a seat at the bar.

"I'm sorry but that's an offensive assumption!" Brennan remarked as she sat next to him.

"Well all the signs are there," pointed out Booth.

"You can't make wild accusations about somebody's personal life based on a feeling," commented Brennan. He frustrated her sometimes why couldn't he just agree with her for once.

"It's more than a feeling," explained Booth offended about how Brennan could make it seem so transparent. "Okay, that photograph is evidence just as solid as the markers you squints pick up looking at your little bones."

"The evidence that I find isn't empirical. What you consider evidence is merely conjecture," stated Brennan.

"She dyed her hair. She lost weight. You know she shoved a little Botox in her forehead. She's still feeling guilty over the last fight she had with her husband," continued Booth. He couldn't understand why she didn't see it.

"Uhhh! You are an insufferable…arrogant….man!" Brennan cried in frustration.

"Oh! So only a woman could know a woman. I thought women wanted 'us' to understand them," remarked Booth.

"Not really. A magician never wants to reveal her tricks…" Angela said as she next to the two of them.

"We're having a private conversation here," Booth turned around to face Angela. This woman was everywhere. Fair enough, she was Brennan's best friend but if anyone was to find out about the nature of their relationship it was her.

"I'm not here," stated Angela.

"So you think you know woman just because you live with some sexy lawyer?" Brennan huffed. She had to stifle a laugh as she looked up at Booth. Booth had this friend who pulled some strings for him and got him a girl called Tessa from an agency. She was going to act as a decoy to deflect Angela from Brennan and Booths relationship. If Angela thought he was seeing someone else maybe, just maybe she would give up what seemed to be her own personal mission of playing Cupid.

"You live with a sexy lawyer?" Angela asked in surprise as she turned to Booth.

"She has her own place okay," answered Booth. He didn't want to live with this woman, how was he supposed to keep that up?

"He thinks just because Masruk's wife started working out and had a little make over, that she was having an affair," Brennan told Angela.

"Hmm, and how long were they married?" Angela inquired.

"Eleven years," stated Booth.

"I'm with him," replied Angela as she indicated to Booth.

"There is no concrete proof!" Brennan said in outrage

"Boobs perkier?" Angela questioned.

"Mmmm Hmm," smirked Booth.

"I don't believe this! If you're so sure, then why didn't you confront her," said Brennan in disbelief.

"Because if she or her boyfriend were involved, she would warn him," explained Angela.

"Very good," praised Booth.

"I'm a constant surprise," grinned Angela.

"Alright. Great! I will be in the lab getting us some real data," emphasised Brennan as she picked up her coat and left the bar. Booth sighed to himself.

"So, how many nights a week does "sexy" sleep over?" Angela asked. She needed to investigate who this lawyer was; maybe Brennan would now more about her.

"Ha, ha, ha," Booth replied sarcastically. Maybe he had made a mistake with this whole Tessa thing.

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Booth entered Brennan's apartment to find her looking over the files from the case. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before loosening his tie and flumping backwards onto the couch.

"So I live with a sexy lawyer," remarked Booth.

"Apparently so," laughed Brennan. "Have you spoken to this woman?"

"Yeah, I spoke to her earlier and explained our situation. Her name is Tessa and she seemed up for it," grinned Booth.

"You don't think it's a bit harsh on Angela?" Brennan asked as she joined him on the couch and snuggled into him.

"No, no!" Booth remarked. "She is meddling in business that does not concern her, so she'll get what is coming to her if Angela decides to seek her out.

"Angela wouldn't tell anyone," said Brennan.

"It's not Angela I'm worried about," explained Booth. "The FBI will split us up, and I like working with you."

"And I like working with you," grinned Brennan.

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Angela was perched on the desk as she watched Zach and Hodgins work. She needed to talk to someone about Booth living with this "sexy" lawyer. Was he totally blind? Could he not see what was right in front of him?

"Apparently, they live together a few days a week, but he was very clear that she has her own place," Angela informed the others, trying to convince herself that this partnership was flawed.

"Should you be intruding into their lives like this?" Zach questioned.

"Oh yeah, absolutely," nodded Angela. "Bottom line, I still think Brennan has a shot with Booth."

"But she says she's not interested," protested Hodgins.

"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much," remarked Angela. Brennan did not know when something good was hitting her.

"Maybe she protested just enough," commented Zach.

"Puh-lease. She's been sleeping alone for months. She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city," complained Angela. She had seen all that sexual tension with Booth "I'm going to go check out the girlfriend."

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Angela had managed to get the information out of Brennan, and along with some help with Hodgins and Zach she had received a file on this, Tessa woman. She walked into the cafe and immediately saw the resemblance to her picture. Tessa was blonde, busty, and was probably the girl that everybody loved but secretly hated at school. Angela approached her but she needed some way to get her attention without coming across as some freaky stalker – is this what she had become?

Angela walked across the cafe but dropped her bag a meter away from where Tessa was sitting. The contents of the bag were now scattered across the floor as she bent down to pick up the item.

"Do you want some help?" Tessa offered as she bent down to try and help her.

"No, I'm alright," Angela replied. "I think the strap on this bag is about to go. I should have taken another bag." She needed something else to talk about - fast. "I love your shoes!"

"Thanks, they're Gucci courtesy of my boyfriend for my birthday," smiled Tessa as she looked down at them.

"He must be pretty wealthy," commented Angela.

"No, he's not," replied Tessa. "He's an FBI agent." She holds up the book she is holding on unsolved FBI cases.

"Well he has good taste," approved Angela.

"I left him several hints to make sure," laughed Tessa.

"I'd better be going," said Angela. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too," smiled Tessa.

Angela smiled at Tessa before she turned to leave. As soon as Angela was out of sight Tessa picked up her phone and called Booth.

"It's done, I think she's convinced," smiled Tessa before she hung up.

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Angela found Brennan, Hodgins and Zach leant over the table examining the skull as she walked towards them.

"There is trouble in paradise," smirked Angela. She knew Brennan still had a chance.

"I beg your pardon?" Brennan remarked. Her head snapped up.

"Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship," expanded Angela. "I think she's threatened by you."

"You talked to her?" Brennan asked in surprise.

"She didn't say much but even though she has a phenomenal figure she was chowing down on a fat-free muffin and she was reading a book about unsolved FBI cases," Angela informed her. "Ughhh, she's obviously feeling insecure."

"She's spying for you?" Hodgins asked Brennan as he turned to face her.

"No! No!" Brennan cried. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Even if you have nothing in common it's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction," proclaimed Zach. "And we hear it's been a while."

"Okay. Stop!" Brennan instructed.

"He is there for the taking, honey," pointed out Angela.

Booth walked over to join the group, ignorant to the tension between them.

"Okay, I couldn't get his medical records," he stopped as he noticed everyone staring at him like when you are naked in your nightmares. "What?"

Brennan turned round to look at her, arms folded in front of her body.

"Oh nothing," Brennan responded ticked off beyond belief. She quickly distracted herself by looking for some relevant information on the computer.

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Brennan and Booth were at the bar after they had just closed the case. Booth had saved the day by shooting the potential bomber.

"You know, I told them to tell the press it was an undercover operation," Booth informed Brennan as he sat down at the bar next to her.

"But it would be a rose garden ceremony. That's an honour, right?" Brennan replied confused. "I thought you FBI guys loved your medals?"

"There's no pleasure in taking someone's life," confessed Booth. "Nothing to celebrate."

"You saved so many people, Booth," smiled Brennan as she reached out and wound her fingers round his wrist. "Don't forget that."

"So, Angela still seems to think I still have a shot," remarked Brennan.

"Really," laughed Booth.

"Something to do with a low fat muffin and an FBI unsolved cases book. Apparently, Tessa thinks I am a threat to "your relationship" according to Angela," Brennan told Booth.

"She thought Tessa was insecure in the relationship?" interpreted Booth.

"Yes, that was it," nodded Brennan. "She seemed very convinced, so your brilliant plan was flawed."

"Nah," chuckled Booth. "Maybe it didn't work as well as planned but it did throw her off the scent for awhile."

Booth stood up and Brennan picked up her bag and jacket. He placed a hand on the small of her back as he guided her out.

"So you're place or mine tonight?" Booth inquired.