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Angela Montenegro knocked on Brennan's office door before walking in. She did not await permission; Brennan had no concept of personal space. Besides, even if Brennan objected to anyone coming into her office, Angela was far from anyone. Angela entering Brennan's office without permission was like Hodgins entering Angela's office without permission.
Angela realized a moment later how truly tragic this thought was.
"Brennan?" she asked. Brennan didn't look up from her computer. Her eyes were glazed. For a moment, Angela wondered if Brennan was asleep at her computer. She approached slowly. Her heels—sensible, but dead sexy—clacked. She rested her fingers on Brennan's shoulder. "Temperance."
Brennan started. She looked up from her computer. "What--? Oh! Angela, you surprised me." She brushed hair away from her forehead and rubbed her eyes. "Is there, does someone… need me?" Brennan asked.
"Yes." Angela nodded and met Brennan's eyes. "I do. Always. Right now you need me, though. What's going on, Brennan?"
"Nothing," Brennan replied.
Angela sighed. "Since when do you lie?" she asked. It didn't matter, since Brennan wasn't a very good liar, but why lie to Angela? "You haven't left your office all day, and you've been crying." When Brennan began to object, Angela observed, "You can't lie about crying when you wear mascara." She sighed again at Brennan's expression. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"
Brennan shook her head. "Not right now, no, but I promise that I will," she said.
Angela smiled. She hadn't changed at all, regardless of an extreme emotional state.
Ten minutes later, Angela stepped into Seeley Booth's office, walked over to his desk and settled in the opposite chair. She didn't say anything. In Angela's experience, those breasts didn't need a request for attention. Within a few moments, Booth looked up from his interminable paperwork with confusion. "Yeah. Jeffersonian ID? Hi. Can we talk?" she asked. It was clearly a simple formality. "You were the last person to talk to Brennan today, right? Yeah. Well, now you have a lot to answer for, okay?"
Booth nodded. Angry women cowed him. Of course, he usually knew what he had done to make them angry.
"What were you talking about?" Angela asked.
"Personal things," Booth replied.
"Uh-huh. You're going to tell me. Now. Okay?" People who made Angela's best friend cry endured Angela's wrath. Of course, it helped if she could set things right.
Booth sat back. "What does Oedipal mean?" he asked. Angela made her angry face, and Booth quickly explained, "I may have outed someone Brennan knows who suggested that a relationship between himself and myself would be Oedipal."
There was a moment of silence. Then, Angela asked, "Zach is gay?"
"Yes," Booth replied. "And… maybe that I suggested that together she and I can direct him back towards the light of Gd."
Angela laughed. She shook her head. "Seriously?" she asked, incredulous. "You suggested to Brennan that she act towards something she doesn't believe in?" Still, Angela found herself less upset now. She loved a piece of juicy gossip. Knowing things about people and understanding them helped Angela keep from worrying about her intellect as compared to Brennan's. "That… doesn't explain much."
"Yeah, well... I don't know. It upset her. She kicked me out of her office."
Angela sighed. "For the record, I'm angry with you. Very much," she announced. Then she left, knowing she had a lot of damage control to do.
to be continued!
