Hello sorry bout the delay, but Liv got her tonsils removed and Rach was holidaying on the gold coast! So yeah, we've been a bit busy
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CHAPTER 4:
The dinner party was in full swing. The attendees were a group of the Hodgins' close friends: Brennan, Cam, Sweets, Daisy, Fischer, Vincent Nigel-Murray, Gordon Gordon, and a few others.
Temperance Brennan was standing with her best friend and her best friend's husband, sharing stories of their adventures overseas.
Just as everyone was heading into the dining room to be seated for dinner, the doorbell rang. Brennan thought that was odd, as people had stopped coming about half an hour ago. Hodgins left the two women while he went to greet whoever was at the door. Brennan continued her conversation with Angela, not interested in who was there. But when Hodgins opened the door, the person on the other side caught her eye. A pair of warm, reassuring chocolate eyes stared at her.
Brennan looked down, embarrassed to catch him staring at her. She was also angry, because she did not want to talk to him.
Angela had noticed that Brennan was no longer listening to her and now just watched her reaction to their new guest.
"It's ok sweetie, don't freak." Angela told her, being cautious of Brennan's feelings.
Brennan didn't look up, not wanting him to see her face. She loudly whispered to Angela, "why did you invite them!"
"No, no, listen to me. It is ONLY Booth. When I invited him over I strictly mentioned NO company. I don't see why you're not happy to see him though." Angela tried to reassure her friend.
"I still don't want to talk to him, Angela." Brennan folded her arms, obviously being stubborn.
"Well you can't go home." Angela said cheekily, trying to cheer up her friend. She jingled Brennan's car keys above her head.
Brennan glared at Angela and tried to snatch the keys back. Then they heard someone clearing their throat. Brennan and Angela turned around to see they weren't alone. Hodgins and booth were standing right in front of them. Trying not to burst out laughing.
"Well, let's follow everyone else into the dining room. I sure am hungry" Hodgins said, patting his tum and trying to break the awkward silence.
Angela walked around Brennan and booth towards Hodgins. Passing booth, she gave him her best death stare and warningly tapped him on the cheek. Hodgins threaded his arm around Angela's waist and they both walked into the dining room.
They left Brennan and booth in the entrance room which was emptying of people but full of awkward silence between the two.
Booth offered Brennan a smile and tried to start a casual conversation. "So, how you been bones?"
Brennan was confused because her being could not have significantly changed since they met yesterday. She wondered if she was being too literal, and booth was probably attempting 'small talk'. Casual conversation does not have much literal meaning. At least that was what it said in the book she was reading on human behavior.
"Good thank you. How about you?" she replied, hoping her answer was legitimate.
"Yeah, good thanks." Booth replied while thinking It never used to be this awkward.
Just then Angela broke the awkwardness by coming and taking them both by the arm and dragging them to the dining room. Once they were all seated, Hodgins ushered to one of the waiters for champagne.
The food was wonderful and there was an enjoyable atmosphere at the table. Every now and again, Brennan became slightly uncomfortable because she could feel a set of big brown eyes resting on her.
After dinner, the Jeffersonian team and their boss sat down at the wine lounge for drinks. Angela had photos out of Paris and she was showing everyone.
Angela was just showing a photo of some friends from the cantilever group, and naming them, one by one. That was when Brennan recognized one of them.
"What was his name again?" she asked, pointing to a man in the group.
"That's Professor Shawn Davidson. We went out to dinner with him a few times, didn't we?" she said, now talking to Hodgins.
"His cranial structure looks identical to that of someone I met in Indonesia. Doctor Jeremy Moore." Brennan stated.
Angela didn't think her friend was serious. "It's been too long without a murder victim for you, hasn't it? Hey, I'm sure they just look alike." She said.
Booth decided to join in. "No, I agree with bones. He looks like a soldier buddy I met, Corporal Peter Jackson."
Angela was starting to get creeped out, but kept her cool. "Hey guys, I'm sure it's just a coincidence." She said, "They're probably all long-lost brothers or something."
Brennan was not easily convinced. She was trained to identify similarities and differences in the skeletal structure.
Angela pulled out another picture, saying, "Now this is us at the Eiffel tower. It was amazing." Angela smiled at her husband.
Later that night when Brennan got back to her apartment she couldn't shake that feeling. Like something bad was going to happen. She had an irrational urge to go run into her room and hide under her bed covers. She tried to relax. She took a hot bath, had an herbal tea, she even tried exercising in the gym. By 3am she decided enough was enough and she tried to get some sleep. She was so exhausted that she drifted off easily.
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