A/N: I don't think this is the best chapter, but you need to read it because the next one is hilarious. For those who don't understand this chapter, neither do I. So read and review!!!!
Disclaimer: I own Trinity, not Bones
The whole gang had gathered in Angela's office, awaiting some apparently important news. "I've used the Angelator to identify some of the victims and…" She pressed a button on her invention and the image of a toddler appeared. "Oh God" Booth said as he looked up at it. Brennan couldn't help noticing that Trinity was trying not to look "Are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern. "I'm fine" the agent answered wiping a tear from her bruised cheek. After a few moments of silence she rushed out of the room, Booth following her. A minute later, Brennan realised she was surrounded by her colleagues. "What?" she asked backing away. "What's going on?" Angela questioned. "Nothing"
"So your little fight before was about nothing?"
"No, but I can't tell you" the scientist said, now feeling rather intimidated. "Since when was there anything you couldn't tell me?" her best friend said, sitting on the desk next to her. Brennan thought for a moment, just like Booth told her: 'Think before you speak Bones'. "Since this morning"
"Whoa, this morning? When you went to meet Booth?" Angela asked. Brennan had really put her foot in it now. "Trinity was there," she said and the others obviously didn't see anything surprising about this so she added, "wearing Booth's shirt."
"Didn't she have her own?" Zack said, clearly not understanding what she meant. Angela and Hodgins could barely hold back their laughter.
When Booth finally found Trinity, she was with Kim questioning their suspect, Andrea. "Can I have a word?" he asked as he entered the room. "I'm sorry about before," she told him shutting the door "I just couldn't…"
"Hey, it's okay" Booth interrupted, hugging as she burst into tears again. She clung close, breathing in the smell of his aftershave and leaning her head on his chest. "Oh, I'm sorry. We need you for this interview, Trinity." Kim asked peeking round the door. Automatically, they separated and stood back like two naughty teenagers who'd been caught. After saying bye to Booth, Trinity returned to work. "Before you ask, no I don't know how I ended up with skeletons in my closet. But, I have to admit it's an excellent cliché." Andrea said without being prompted. "Does anyone other than you or your sisters have a key?"
"Yeah, I lost my keys a week ago"
"And you didn't think to tell us?" Trinity asked "I'm sorry, I have to go." For the third time today, she rushed out.
"Are we going to do any work today?" Brennan asked, walking towards the main lab. She swiped her card and turned to work on the bones. "Zack, do you know where Hodgins is?" she said focusing on the smallest of the skulls. "Here" Hodgins told his boss, almost making her drop the victim. "Brick" he added. "On the skull? Good, anything else?"
"Cement, maybe off the bricks"
"Helpful" she said sarcastically. She examined the skull, removing anything important as she did. "Boo" Booth said popping up beside his partner. "What is it with people jumping out at me today?"
"Whoa, calm down Bones"
"Don't call me Bones!" she said, throwing her hands up. He picked up his elastic band ball and tossed it in the air, catching it as it fell. "Guys, do you mind?" the agent asked Hodgins and Zack blankly. As they left, Booth could just about hear Hodgins conspiring. "What's going on?" he questioned her, turning to face her, "Is this because of this morning?" Brennan stayed silent. "You can't keep doing this, Bones."
"Doing what, Booth? What have I done?" Booth was stunned; he'd never seen her be so angry so many times in one day. Noticing he was about to walk away, she added "I-I'm sorry Booth. It's been a hard day, for all of us"
"It's not your fault. You know we all make mistakes" he said stepping back over to her. He could see she wanted to argue which brought a smile to his face, "You know what? I'm going to get you a punch bag". She couldn't help grinning, "Work please" she laughed, throwing a case file at his chest. "Or you'll be my punch bag" she teased, returning to the skull. "Mary Williams" she told him, as he flicked through the notes. "Huh?"
"The oldest victim…Mary Williams"
"How'd you…?"
"Dental records" she interrupted. He flicked through various photos, looking more confused as he went on. "She was…dead" he said, stopping at one of the pages. "Well done Booth" she looked up, "But I did find something that wasn't on the original coroner's report" She picked the skull up again "You see this?"
"Yeah"
"The pattern of the fracture suggests that someone dropped the victim, but…"
"There's a but?"
"The fracture isn't large enough for it to be the whole body weight. So I've got Ange setting up some possible scenarios" Booth looked as if he was trying to run a scenario through his head, until he came out with "Was she buried?"
"No. The remains were reported missing from the morgue last October." At this Booth pulled a face. "Wasn't there any investigation?"
"What happens at that time every year?"
"Autumn?"
"Halloween, Booth," she smiled at his confusion. He leaned over her slightly so he could see what she was doing. "Speaking of which," he lowered his head to get a better look at the skull "do you think I could have my hat back sometime soon?"
"Booth," she whispered. "Yes Bones."
"Would you mind not squashing me into the table; it's kind of hard to breathe." Suddenly he realised he was leaning on her so much, that she was squashed between him and the table. He moved back, slightly embarrassed. "Thanks," she exhaled deeply "the way you're going on, you'll never get your hat back." She hit him with her clip board and walked into her office, where Angela was sat.
A phone ringing woke Angela and Brennan. They had fallen asleep on her sofa, discussing the case. Brennan picked Trinity's cell up off the coffee table. She smiled at her friend as she saw the caller ID. "Agent Ellis," she answered, imitating the agent's English accent. Angela could barely hold back her laughter. "Hey Elle."
"What's up?"
"Kim told me you wigged out before."
"I don't know what that means," she said, forgetting who she was pretending to be. "You sounded just like Bones," he laughed. Realising what he was thinking, she added "Don't call me Bones."
"Speaking of which," he said. By now Angela had put the phone on speaker phone and was in tears trying not to laugh. "Just leave her alone."
"And why should I do that?" she joked, resuming her impression of Trinity. "Elle!" he warned her. "C'mon Seeley. You know I'd never do anything stupid."
"Well, mind what you say, because Bones isn't one for holding back."
"Oh, I'm sure she isn't," she flirted 'Trinity-style'. "I was just checking you were okay, so…I'll see you later."
"Goodbye Seeley," she hung up and turned to look at Angela. Her eyes were wide and her jaw had almost hit the floor. "What?" Brennan asked. "What was that?"
"What was that, what?"
"The flirting!"
"I'm an anthropologist; it's my job to observe people. And Trinity has a tendency to flirt shamelessly."
"You should do that more often."
"Flirting or revenge?"
"Both," Angela giggled. She had never seen her best friend like this before, for the exception of when she was drunk. After a few moments of pure laughter, a voice appeared behind them. "Have you seen my phone?" Trinity asked, searching Brennan's desk. "Here," Angela said as she passed her the cell. They couldn't help bursting into laughter again and Trinity just left the room, feeling very confused.
