Authors Note: I'm so sorry I was not able to update anything, but school started and you know how it goes; bunch og shopping, bunch of schedules, bunch of rules, yadda yadda yadda...

But I'm back! And I'll try to get more stories in!

Disclaimer: Maybe if I finish school I can get a job and buy it. But probably not.


02x03 - The Boy in the Shroud

(AngelaPOV)

Sometimes men can be stupid.

I mean, really; why would Booth side with Cam? Of course, they had history. Anyone could see from their body language that they were together once. But Booth was with Brennan now, and if he didn't get his act together, he was going to get a handful of her.

We were in my office, looking for the victim, when things really started to get out of hand.

"Narrow the search," uh oh, "to street kids in the foster system." This is not good.

"Why?" my best friend asked.

And Cam's answer did not help. "Because statistically, thats where this boy comes from."

"It's far too early to be narrowing the focus," Bren snorted.

Okay, this is getting awkward. I was too almost scared to speak up, as I just looked side to side as their banter continued.

"Runaways, street kids, foster system," Cam stated in a I'm-the-boss-kinda way.

"Dr. Saroyan the boss," Brennan said, very unsubtle sarcasm in her tone. Go Bren!

"I've autopsied a lot of dead kids," Cam continued in the same way. "Car accidents, drug overdoses, drownings; fine, it's a broad search. Kid in a dumpster? It's runaway, street kid, foster system."

Oh, this was so not going well. Please Booth say something good and helpful.

"Cam's right, Bones."

Idiot. Of all the times to be oblivious to someone's feelings…

The results came up as Booth finished speaking. Thank God.

"Got it," I quickly interceded before another fight could break out. "Dylan Crane. 17."

"This is why I was appointed this job, Dr. Brennan; to streamline the process."

I smirked. Not this time, Dr. Saroyan. "Honor Society, from a nice neighborhood in Alexandria."

I laughed inside as I heard Bren go "Oops," in my ear.

"He disappeared three weeks ago," I continued, "with his girlfriend, Kelly Morse." I read further. "Who is in the foster system." Damn it. Well, that ruined that mood.

I heard Cam say, with a smile in her voice, "Good," as I looked apologetically to Bren.

I might just have to talk to Studly about this.

xXx

I was working on some stuff just as Bren started toward the platform. And she looked pissed. She was almost stomping her way up the stairs, and sizzling with anger. Something bad happened, again.

I walked toward her, cautiously. She was staring at the bones as if she wanted them to explode.

"Sweetie?" But as she didn't respond, I carried on. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," came her brisk response. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you look like you could kill our murder victim." I smiled, albeit a little nervous.

"Well, nothings wrong with me," her voice dripping with venom. "Something's wrong with the people who rely on classism facts and don't want to uncover the actual truth just so they don't have to make things complicated." By the time she finished, her breath was slightly labored and her eyes were ice blue.

Well, that cleared things up, I thought sarcastically. "Sweetie, what happened?"

I watched her...deflate. Her shoulder slumped, her eyes returned to their original hue and she exhaled; relaxing.

"Dr. Saroyan and Booth don't want to pursue any other line of inquiry. They just want to prove that Kelly Morse did it based on the fact that she is in the foster system."

"Oh." That made sense. Man. And I thought that Booth was the romantic one. He sure had the looks for it anyway.

"I'm sure that's not it, sweetie."

"Then what else could it be?" Bren asked, looking at me for an answer.

She had that lost look in her eye. The one she got sometimes when she thought about her family or her past. As if she was back. Back in that time where there was no one else on her side. As if she was Kelly, hearing people's judgements right in front of her. And it hurt to see my best friend like that.

"It's just their way," I tried to explain, but not really believing what I was saying. "Cops are like that. They focus on their main suspect the most because they think that they're always right."

"How would you know that?"

"Because I dated at least 3 of them," I said, smiling slyly. I laughed, glad when I saw her smiling again, that look gone from her face.

Definitely going to have to talk to him about this.

xXx

"I have a bone to pick with you, Seeley Booth!"

Said agent looked up in surprise, as did Hodgins as I marched into his creepy bug room.

I know I looked mad, but, you know what? I was. After the talk I had with Bren, I started to slowly cook and steam. I just kept seeing that vulnerable look on her face.

And, you know, I'm usually pretty patient. I mean, you don't get to be friends with Temperance Brennan without learning something.

But when I saw Studly, I got pissed.

And, I'm not ashamed to admit, but that turned me on a little.

"Do you know what the position of 'best friend' means, Booth?" I asked, words just sorta gushing out of my mouth, not even bothering to let Booth say anything. "It means cancelling a date and going to said best friends house with ice cream when her boyfriend dumps her. It means helping your best friend get the hottest guy at a bar because your best friend hasn't had sex in a while. It means hating someone you never met because your best friend doesn't like them. And it also means kicking the ass of your best friends boyfriend when they're being unintentionally stupid!"

I finished, breathing slightly hard, eyebrow lifted in question, hands on hips and glaring at the opened mouthed hot piece of suit.

But instead of Booth answering, I heard from the corner of the room, "Whoa! What just happened?"

I turned to Hodgins, getting slightly worked up again, "You want to know? Agent Booth, here, has been siding with Cam during the whole case."

Hodgins thought about that. "So?" But apparently not hard enough.

"God, Hodgins, think," I urged, getting annoyed. "What position is Kelly Morse and her brother in?"

He thought about it again, but as his blue eyes widened, he slowly turned to the, still stunned, agent. "Dude," he breathed. "What's the matter with you?"

We both stared at him - me angry and Hodgins amused - as he started sputtering. "B-u...w-wha? I-I...what?"

Again, we waited. By the time he collected himself, he tried again, "I don't understand what the hell you're talking about."

"I'm talking about the fact that apparently, while trying to find a murderer, you and Cam were just ignoring her opinions and talking about possibilities in your own little world. You even didn't answer her when she suggested something!"

"She suggested something?" Hodgins asked, interrupting Booth, and looking at me, as if it was new information.

"She suggested that we'd compare the nail polish on Dylan's skin with the one in Kelly's bag."

He turned to Booth, eyes confused. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have done it in 20 minutes, flat."

"Cam and I thought it wasn't necessary," Booth defended.

Hodgins' blue eyes turned steely and suspicious and his body straightened. "'Cam and I?' What about Dr. B? Did she get a word in, or are all the bureaucrats too superficial to actually consult with the earthly mortals beneath their rule?"

Mm, Hodgins getting all worked up and demanding is kinda hot. I smiled, eyeing him with a roaming eye. Nope, scratch that. Really hot. But when Booth's voice came up again, I focused on the main thing; making Booth suffer for a couple of minutes.

"Okay!" Booth shouted, bringing his hands up in the air, in a surrendering motion. "What with all of you today? First Bones, now you and Angela? What's with all the outbursts?"

"It's because we're angry that you're not even considering your girlfriends ideas," I seethed. Booth was usually very sweet and considerate. But this time he was not and I wanted to know why.

"I'm not doing that!" Booth defended. But we just stared at him until he sighed and continued, "Look, Bones is just being a little touchy and I thought she would appreciate the logic in things. And the logic is that it was most likely the foster kid. Bones needs to understand that."

"Dude," Hodgins chastised. "You know Dr. B's always been sensitive when it comes to people who had to go through what she went through."

"I understand what she's going through. I really do. But there is a murderer out there and I need to find him," Booth said with a frown.

It was my turn to sigh as I looked Booth in the eye. He was being honest, I could tell that, but he was still unaware of some things. "Sweetie, Bren might love logic and facts to a frightening end and she might be able to 'compartmentalize' her past, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't remember her past."

Booth shot up, irritation flashing in his eyes. "I know that. She has one of the biggest hearts that I know!"

"Well, you don't act like you know that," I countered, hands still on hips.

"Well, I do," he shot back.

By that point I was done. If he was just going to be a baby about this, then he was going to need a push to the right direction. I stalked right up to him, grabbed in by the arm (silently admiring the muscles I could feel under my hands) and dragged him to the front of the room.

"Ange!"

"If you really know that, then you must know that you owe Brennan a major apology. You were rude to not back up your partner - romantically and career wise - and if you don't apologize, I'll ring your ass all over again!" I ordered, pointing to my best friends silhouette in her office. "Now, go."

I kept pointing, like directing a small child to his room, as he - also like a small child - pouted and sulked. But he went to apologize.

When I saw Booth enter the office and talk to the love of his life, I turned around, satisfied.

"Wow," came a amazed voice. As I faced to the corner, I saw the hot Hodgins with mouth wide open.

As it should be, I thought, proud of myself. I was pretty damn awesome.

But it was what he said that made me smile.

"That was hot."

I smiled even more when his eyes widened and and his mouth gaped like a fish. "I-I mean-it's just-you know...ah."

I smiled coyly, as I swayed my hips purposefully and walked up to him. "We'll maybe we can go to lunch, and you can explain yourself," I said, smiling suggestively.

I laughed when I saw Hodgins' blue eyes turn devilish.

"You're on!"


Authors Note: Okay, so this was my first time in Angela's point of view, and I'm not entirely sure if it was exactly like her, so if you guys could just press the 'Review' button and criticize your hearts out, that would be great!

And I'm pretty sure that was just a run on sentence, but ...oh, well!

I just love Hodgins acting like an older brother to Brennan! I find it to be cute! Plus I was annoyed with the STUPID failed attempt of a relationship of Cam and Booth. Grr.

The only part I really like was the 'failed' part. Again; grr...