A/N: Here it is, the much-anticipated chapter. Maybe two more chapters to go. We'll see.

"Booth….wait, why are you dropping me off? I thought you were going to come in with me?" Brennan wanted to know, confused.

He'd pulled up where he usually dropped her off. He didn't look or seem upset. After the night they'd shared, she thought that he'd be more needy, but it felt like he was pushing her away.

"Bones, I gotta get over to the bureau. I need to let them know I am back in the saddle, off of personal leave, now that you're back, and I know you're okay. Don't worry, okay?" he assured her and gave her a smile. Before she could argue or respond, he slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him for a deep kiss.

That was going to take some getting use to, she thought to herself, as she watched him drive away. Being kissed by Booth. Should she call him Seeley? That didn't feel right either.

Last night, he didn't call her Bones. Last night, he called her Temperance when they were in bed.

What did she call him? She wondered, blushing at the recollection, and slightly unnerved that she couldn't recall. Shaking her head, she made her way into the museum, to the Medico-Legal Lab.

Temperance felt terrible at all she'd put Booth through, she couldn't even begin to imagine how Angela must be feeling.

She walked briskly, yet casually onto the platform, to where Cam and Angela were standing near a table, evidently discussing the set of remains.

"Hi" was all she could think to say to them as she approached.

They both turned to her, Cam's mouth dropped open, her eyebrows rose, before she managed to croak out "Dr. Brennan?"

Angela's eyes filled with tears, she dropped her sketches and threw herself into her best friends arms.

"Sweetie? Oh my God! You were dead! What happened?" Angela sniffed and held her tightly, talking nonstop nonsensical ramblings.

Laughing nervously at the chaos that was surrounding her, inters, Hodgins embracing her, his eyes shining, other employees, even security guards were slapping her on the shoulder, glad she was back.

Then Angela pulled away, her gaze narrowed. "We need to talk" she declared, and turned and head off towards her office.

"Its fine Dr. Brennan, we're all glad you're back. Go ahead, catch up. These remains can wait a little longer." Cam assured her.

She didn't care if Cam decided the remains could wait or not, she wanted to know what was going on with Angela. Her demeanor changed as she'd moved away from her.

"Ang?" Temperance called, following her friend into her office, casually noting a new painting on an easel in the works.

Angela had her back turned and her arms crossed.

Her friend turned to her, her face a mask of anger.

"You know, for a genius, you sure can be dense sometimes," Angela said with sarcasm in her tone.

"What? Angela…." She stammered, shocked at what she was hearing

"Did you ever think of what we were going through? While you were finding answers for ancient remains?" Angela demanded, poking one finger in her direction accusingly.

Before Temperance could say anything, the artist went on, pacing the room. Gesturing at her and going on.

"Do you have any idea, what Booth has gone through, not to mention your Father and brother? And, uh, hello, ME? We were crying our eyes out, and Booth, he takes a leave of absence, and practically lives at your apartment and your grave. Yeah, that's right, your GRAVE Temperance" Angela emphasized, turning suddenly facing her.

"Angela, I…. I'm sorry, I-" she began, but Angela cut her off

"Save it. Think about what I've said. What we, as the people who love you have gone through."

With that Angela left her standing there.

End this chapter