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Tempe, Turmoil and Triumph

Chapter 3

Getting up with the buzz of the alarm clock at 6am, Booth was already wide awake as usual 10 minutes before the alarm. He attributed that to his time in the army and how sometimes you had to move before you knew you were moving.

Starting the coffee brewing, Seeley couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen today. Something BIG. He smiled, today may be the day? Well, even if it wasn't THE DAY at least it's the day SHE comes home. In 3 hours her flight would end, the plane would land and he knew he would be there to pick her up-as soon as she called he'd be there. She'd never let him "hover" as she put it-so would only allow him to pick her if he promised not to come until after she called him.

After his much needed shower Booth began to dress carefully for his pickup of Dr. Brennan. He wanted to look great but not overtly aware of how great he looked. Starting with the Joe Boxer boxer shorts, the ones with the $$ symbols. They always made him feel suave-silly he knew, but hey, it's underwear right? Next were the Philadelphia Flyer socks Angela had gotten for Christmas last year. The hockey sticks were crossed to look like little Jolly Roger's and he thought they were so perfect as he was developing a heavy liking for Bones and he loved hockey. Then the Ralph Lauren black slacks, tailored and cuffed, pale lavender YSL button down and his Parker tie. His "Parker" tie always made Brennan smile. She said it was reminiscent of a childs primitive finger paint w/the bright swirls of blues, purples and oranges. It was a perfect foil for the black and purple mixture his Ralph Lauren suit provided. The last thing to make his look THE LOOK was his "charleys", his black converse sneakers. "Chucks, Bones, they're called Chucks" he laughed to himself. No matter how many times he told her Chucks, she still called them "charleys".

Just about the time Booth was done dressing and grabbing his mug of coffee he realized the Sequoia was still parked in front of Founding Fathers and he had intended to jog over and get it; before the shower, before the carefully crafted "look". Sigh, I'll call a cab I guess.

Meanwhile, at the lab. Cam, Angela & Hodgins were all huddled around the coffee machine upstairs. All three looked like they would rather be anywhere else. "Why are he we here again" Angela mused?

"Because we have 'busywork' to do until Booth and Brennan get another red hot case" Hodgins said over the rim of his Slime is Sexy coffee cup.

"I don't know about you two" Cam said "but I've got some paperwork to do" all the while thinking of the dimmer switch and love seat in her office.

"Um, yeah-I've got some work on the Angelator I can do" Angela said sliding toward the stairs. "See you both for lunch maybe? Hodgins' treat?" with a wry smile on her face and a wink she started toward her office and the ugly, lumpy green twill couch her dad had given her over 15 years ago.

"Well" Hodgins said to the now empty room, "I'm going to catalog slides and then take you two to lunch apparently." Heading downstairs Hodgins waived to Wendell, the intern whose rotation had come up this week. "Hey Wendell, it's pretty dead in here today" he paused and waited for the requisite laugh-finding non forthcoming he said "Wendell, dude, you feeling ok?"

"What? Huh? Oh yeah" lost in thoughts of Angela Wendell stuttered out a reply "I guess w/no cases I'll go into Limbo and see what I can find. See you later man".

Shaking his head, Hodgins thought to himself, I've seen that look before, that guy is doomed!