Title; When Danger Calls, I Know I Love You

Pairings: Booth/Brennan

Chapter: Chapter 4 Part 3

Disclaimer: Okay everyone, you all know by now I don't own anything from the show "Bones." If I did, Booth would constantly lose his shirt, he would have "accidentally" shot Tessa, and Cam would have never met him. So, obviously, I don't own it.

Author's Notes: I get to do this POV! Yay! Ok, onto my side of the story. Angela

I had been working with Hodgins, and we were in my office, about to have some very enjoyable sex, when who should call but Mr. Bad Timing himself, Booth.

"Hello?" I asked. "What do you want Booth?"

"I need to talk to you, it's about Brennan." He said. At this, I perked up a bit and asked "What about her?"

"So, what is it you want to do exactly?" I asked when he walked into my office (Hodgins had left, understanding it was important and we'd resume later), a little unsure.

"I need a plan to get some proof of where Bones is." He explained once more what we had said on the phone.

"But sweetie, how can you be so sure that she really is there?" I asked, but it was Booth. He wouldn't get his hopes up like this unless there was some solid proof, and I did know that Brennan was not weak, that she wouldn't have easily given that code away.

"Ang, you know her as well as I do. Better, even. She would never give out that code to anyone, no matter what." He said. Jeez, was he a mind reader?

"Well, let's see. Where is she?" I asked, making a map in my head, and marking on it where I had been.

"She's at 2279 Tunswillow Road." He replied immediately. I assumed he had memorized the address.

"That's not far from where I was kept!" I exclaimed, more surprised it wasn't where I was kept than that it was close. Then I tried to think of how he could get some proof. I thought of how faces were proof of a dead body. Then it hit me. Pictures! "Well, does your phone have a camera?" I asked, pretty much knowing the answer.

"What phone doesn't?" He asked, and I nodded agreeably as he pulled out his phone.

"Well, why don't you see if you can't get a picture of her? If you can, maybe talk to her quickly, explain to her what's going on." I suggested. I saw the look of gratitude as he realized I was right, once again.

He pulled me into his arms and squeezed me until I had to practically beat him to let me go,. "You're brilliant, you know that Ang?" he told me.

"Yeah, I know." I replied, grinning. He grinned back at me and I assume that he ran to his Jeep. I made a mental note to ask him why he traded in the SUV later.

Hodgins came back in, and I laughed as he started placing feverish kisses on my neck.

Later, Booth came back. Hodgins and I were working (not like that, on bodies. I know what you were thinking!) when he walked into the room. He had a grim look on his face, and I feared the worst.

He walked up to me and handed me his phone, along with a piece of paper. "Angela, take these to FBI Headquarters. I need to go somewhere. Don't look at them, just show Sikhs the photos of Brennan in there. Tell her that I took them myself, and that the note explains why I can't be there. And also, when she asks, just tell her the paper is made from the finest sandalwood. Got that Ang?" He asked.

I was confused. "What?" I asked, but he was already in his car. I turned to Hodgins, looking at him for an answer.

"Just go Ang. He's already gone." Hodgins shrugged, and turned back to his dirt. I sighed and got into my car.

When I got to Headquarters, the woman named Sikhs was not pleased to see me instead of Booth.

"He didn't tell me much, just that the paper would explain why he couldn't come himself, and he asked me to show you this picture." I showed her the picture of Brennan, sitting on a window sill above the number 2279.

"She took the paper, looked at me curiously, then said with an air of business like secrecy "What kind of wood is this made from?" She was examining the paper carefully.

I tried to remember. "He said "The paper is made from the finest… sandalwood? I think that's it. Yeah, it is. Sandalwood." I said finally.

She looked at me and sighed. Then we really have no choice. He was very clever. Putting himself at risk to save this girl, so we had to go give him backup. And we can't punish him, because he's simply doing his job…" She seemed to be on a rant, a defeated, angry kind of rant. She led me out to the doors and put me in her car. Driving along, I wondered where we were going. Then I realized we were going to Tunswillow road. That's why more unmarked vehicles were following us. We stopped short and got out of the car.

Inside, I heard a scream that sounded a lot like Brennan's.

Hodgins- Well, Zach's absolutely refusing to do the end notes, and Booth got himself kidnapped, apparently, so now it's up to me to do the end credits. I feel so special, I get the privilage of giving up my time to write a stupid credit for some author. Hodgins

You'd better do the notes Jack. Angela

Hodgins- Fine, fine. Umm, Ally wants to thank everyone who's read, and would like to thank those that review twice as much. She is still taking requests, as Zach said…

Zach- Leave me out of this.

Hodgins- Right.. Well, anyway, She hopes you've enjoyed it so far and thinks this may be the last chapter. So technically, it's only a 5 chapter book…Jeez…Oh wait, she says it's one of the last chapters, oops.. Sorry Ally coughs "not".

Anyway, please review. Hodgins.