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Peeking into Brennan's office, Angela saw her best friend reading a journal. Closing her eyes, Angela shook her head and then opened her eyes, "Sweetie, do you have time to talk to me? I can come back if you don't."

Glad to see her friend, Brennan placed a bookmarker in her magazine, closed the magazine and gave her a welcoming smile, "Yes. I was just reading while I wait for Wendell to clean the bones."

Unable to hide her nervousness, Angela entered the office and stopped just inside the door, "I need to tell you something and I want you to know it was just a joke. Really, how was I to know that those two biddies were going to believe me? I was just kidding with them."

Uncertain about what Angela was talking about, Brennan fretted, "I don't know how to answer your question Angela. You need to give me more information."

"Uh, yeah." Folding her arms across her breasts, the artist stepped further into the room, "Well, I check social media once a day to see what's going on with your fans. Plus I check Booth's name and Hodgins and several of my friends. You'd never believe some of the silly stuff that people put out there without verifying whether or not its true or not. I remember . . . "

Her patience growing thin, Brennan interrupted her friend, "Did you want to tell me something in particular?"

Resigned to accept her fate, Angela coughed a little, "Yes, Honey. This afternoon when I picked up Parker from school there were two busy bodies trying to find out why I was at the school. I know I shouldn't have done it . . . believe me I know better . . . but, well . . . I was very sarcastic and I made a comment that I knew might be misinterpreted. I thought I was being funny, but I knew it wasn't taken that way as soon as I said it. Those idiots took me seriously and I'm sorry. I probably should have corrected my mistake right then and there, but I didn't and . . . " The look of disinterest plain on Brennan's face, Angela finished what she needed to say in a rush, "I told them I was there picking up a friend's son. I also told them that I'm Booth's friend on the side and now it's on twitter that he's two timing you with me. Your fans are very upset with him. I've even seen some threats against him. I am so sorry!"

"Angela." Exasperated, Brennan asserted, "I'm sure they aren't as angry as Booth is going to be when he hears about this." Pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket, Brennan advised her, "I'd stay away from Booth for the next few days if I were you. I'll call my publicist and see if she can put out a statement to fix this."

Anxious, Angela fretted, "I'm so sorry, Honey. I forget that you're famous and that people actually care about the things I say when I'm talking about you or Booth. I was just being sarcastic and those twitter heads took what I said seriously. I don't know if your publicist can really fix this."

Checking her contacts list on the phone, Brennan stared at her friend, "She's very good at her job . . . Please be careful and don't talk about me or Booth to the public Angela. It's quite upsetting especially to Booth. He doesn't like it when they chat about him on the internet. He claims its an invasion of his privacy."

Chastised, Angela nodded her head, "I'm sorry, Sweetie. I have a famous father and I know how these things can snowball. Believe me, Dad used to read the riot act to me at least once a week when I was a kid about how mouthy I was. I guess I forgot and I am sorry. Please tell Booth that I'll never mention your name or his in public to someone I don't know ever again. I absolutely will make sure this never happens again. I promise."

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"Angela did what?" Furious, Booth followed Brennan into the house.

Carrying the baby seat over to couch, Brennan unbuckled her baby and removed Christine from the carrier. "She picked up Parker from school and two busy bodies inquired as to why she was there and she told them she was there to pick up a friend's son. She also told them that she is your friend on the side and that was misinterpreted to mean that you and she are currently having an affair."

Parker, standing near the door, listened avidly to Booth and Brennan's conversation. Booth, noticing his son was in the room, pointed to the stairs, "Listen Parker, I need to talk to Bones alone. Go upstairs and start your homework. We'll call you down when dinner is ready."

Disappointed, Parker reluctantly left the room and ascended the stairs, throwing glances back at his father and step-mother.

Once Parker's bedroom door was closed, Booth pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, entered into his twitter account and searched his name. Outraged, he read the many tweets about him having an affair behind Brennan's back and a few of the death threats being posted by a few of the more rabid fans. Barely containing his rage, Booth closed the app and placed the phone back into his pocket, "I'm the head of Major Crimes for God's sake. How do you think my bosses are going to take this shit? My God!"

Carrying Christine over to the kitchen, Brennan paused, "I contacted my publicist and she's trying to fix it. She wants me to deny it in a tweet. I need to set up a twitter account this evening to do it though. I don't actually have one of those."

His teeth grinding, Booth ran his hand through his hair, rubbing the scar hidden there. "Angela should know better, she's not a child. Her father is famous for God's sake. She shouldn't be talking to anyone about you let alone me. . . . God, I could just . . . I . . ."

Entering the kitchen, Brennan reminded him, "She was joking, Booth. She shouldn't have done it, but it was a joke. I'll to do a tweet tonight to let everyone know it was a joke."

"A bad joke?" Not mollified in the least, Booth followed his wife into the kitchen. "Damn this is nightmare. This is so . . . I can't believe this is happening to me. . . Fuck!"

Placing Christine in a bassinet she had set up in the corner of the kitchen, "Come on, Booth. We'll fix dinner and afterward we'll set up a twitter account for me and I'll tweet how ridiculous the whole thing is."

His rage barely under control, Booth walked over to the fridge to get ingredients out for dinner, "Maybe you shouldn't tweet anything. They'll either say you're being made to do it or you just don't know what I'm up to or something like that. When people get shit going they don't want to stop."

Certain she needed to fix it, Brennan responded, "My publicist thinks I should do it. She's had experience with this kind of thing before. It can only help the situation. She thinks silence is affirmation. The public will think it's true if I don't say something."

Disgusted with the entire situation, Booth leaned against the counter, "I'm screwed, you'll see. I'm toast one way or the other."

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Spying Angela standing in front of her office, Booth stalked over to where she was standing, "Angela, I hope you don't plan to make a habit of fucking around with my life."

Embarrassed, the artist blushed furiously, "Booth, I know better, I really do. I am so sorry I talked to those little creeps. I don't know why I did it. I don't usually talk to people about you or Brennan, I promise I don't. I just . . . I just didn't think and I am so sorry. I just said something sarcastic and they took it the wrong way. I didn't mean to imply that we were having an affair, I really didn't. I was just being . . . I thought I was being funny."

Exhaling deeply, Booth shook his head and complained, "I had three meetings this morning. First with the Deputy Director and then with the Director. But the worse was yet to come. I was in a meeting with Caroline for an hour. Caroline was pissed and it took me a long time to convince her that you and I aren't having an affair. You put me through the wringer, Angela. I've had a hell of a morning. I just wanted you to know that. This is all your fault."

Placing her hand on his arm, she then immediately withdrew it when he quickly stepped away from her.

"Don't touch me, Angela for God's sake. It'll just add fuel to the bonfire you set off." Glancing around, Booth saw the hallway was empty except for them, "The last thing I need is for someone to post something on twitter saying that you and I were doing something."

Her face turning even redder, Angela crossed her arms, "No you're right. I'm sorry. I'm just not thinking. I don't know what's wrong with me. I hope you forgive me, Booth. I didn't mean to get you into any trouble. . . It's just a joke that went very bad."

Hooking his thumbs in his belt, Booth spoke quietly, "I was mad, Angela, but I'm not anymore. I'm just really disappointed in you that's all. You hurt Bones more than you hurt me. She's famous for God's sake. Bones set up a twitter account to deny the rumors but she's getting a lot of tweets from idiots that refuse to believe that she's okay and I'm not unfaithful. She's really upset this morning . . . Please don't talk about her or me ever again. Just . . . please don't."

A tear sliding down her face, Angela nodded her head, "I won't I promise. Brennan is my best friend and I'll be more careful from now on."

Grateful, Booth relented, "Thanks. Social media is a big thing now. Just remember that sarcasm doesn't play well in the printed word. That's something I learned early when I started working for the FBI. No one can read sarcasm."

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