So... someone is about to get a little bit of a wake up call...

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Brennan returned to the lab just before two that afternoon. She used the lunch hour to run home and take a quick shower before heading back to work. Maybe it was late, but there was still a lot that could be done, and she didn't mind staying into the night if necessary. Sometimes, that was the best way for her to work. She hoped her sudden appearance, or reappearance, would go unnoticed or at least unacknowledged. Of course, she should be so lucky.

"Working now?" Angela smiled slyly from Brennan's doorway. Did Brennan really think she was going to get off the hook that easily?

"I'm always working, Angela," Brennan simply rolled her eyes and continued on the e-mail she was writing.

"This morning you weren't working..."

"I had a late night so I chose to push back my typical waking hour," she said casually, even though it was Booth's choice and not her own.

"Late night, huh?" Angela was finding she wouldn't have to fish long.

"That's what I said."

"With Booth?"

Brennan's eyes widened. How did she know that? And more importantly, how did she respond? Yes, she'd had a late night with Booth, but it wasn't... or maybe it was... she wasn't sure herself. "Booth was present, yes."

"Oh... I know," Angela cracked a smile. The jig was up and she was done playing stupid.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I saw you two this morning," Angela played it off causally like Brennan had previously just done. It wasn't often that she got the high ground with Brennan, and she thoroughly enjoyed it when she did. "You looked like you had a 'late night'."

"You saw us..."

"Well, actually Cam saw you, and then I saw you. We saw you. Both of us, saw both of you," By the look on Brennan's face, Angela could tell she was walking a dangerous line. Yes she wanted to tease, but she didn't want to embarrass her friend. She'd only been hoping for this moment for the past three years, "Bren, sweetie... I'm really proud of you."

Brennan wasn't following, "Why are you proud of me? Because I was kidnapped and I'm still in attendance at work the following day? Because its..."

"No, sweetie," Angela cut her off. "That's not why I'm proud of you. Well... I proud of you for that, but that's not what I'm talking about. I mean, I'm proud of you for finally putting yourself out there with Booth."

"What?"

"I'm proud of you for finally taking the plunge. God knows you waited long enough! I'm really happy for you, sweetie. Cam is, too."

"I'm not with Booth," Brennan corrected defensively.

"What do you mean, you're not with Booth? We saw the two of you cuddling on the couch this morning. Partners don't do that, sweetie. There is no such thing as a horizontal guy hug- well there is... but that's not the point..."

"Booth and I are not together, Ange!"

"Sweetie... I know you might be freaked out..."

"I'm not freaked out!" Although she certainly was. "I'm not even complete sure I know what that means! I was working late last night when Booth showed up and insisted on staying while I finished an article I was working on. He fell asleep on the couch and it was late. I was going to go sleep upstairs in the lounge, but we both decided that wasn't practical because the thermostat is kept at a much cooler degree... So, I shared the couch with him. It was nothing. Just platonic."

"How very rational of you both," Angela felt her heart break a little; they'd been so close. Yet still, they weren't there. "Brennan. The way you were holding each other on the couch..."

"Angela..."

"Brennan, please," Angela hated to get tough with her, but she would. "You were holding each other like lovers."

"What? No. Why would we-"

"Because you're in love," There she said it. "And I wish you would stop fighting it. Booth is ready."

Brennan felt her chest tighten. She had admitted to herself, previously, that she had loved Booth. But that was when she thought he was dead and it was probably just a result of stress over the situation. "I'm not fighting anything..."

"Did you like being with Booth last night, Bren?"

"Sleeping with Booth was very pleasurable..." and then she realized what she said.

"Pleasurable?"

"What I said is true, but it sounded wrong..." She searched her head for a less incriminating sentence, "Sharing the couch... sleeping a long side... er... next to..."

"Stop fighting it, sweetie," Angela could tell that this time Brennan might finally might not have a come back. "Booth is in love with you."

"How do you know?"

"He should be the one to tell you this, sweetie, not me... he really wants to tell you."

"How does he know? How can he be sure that this isn't a result of my kidnapping? The stress of the situation..." She was sounding like a psychologist and she hated it. "I think Booth just wants to save me..."

"What's so wrong with that?" Angela didn't understand what on earth could possibly wrong with a hot guy and a gun wanting to save you.

"He keeps asking if I'm fine or if I'm okay," Her insecurities rose. There was a lot she didn't understand about intimate relationships, but one thing she did get, was that she was difficult in that regard. "We got into an argument this morning before he left..."

"Because he was asking you how you were doing?"

"No. Yes... but, it seems that the underlying reason is because he feels I need to be saved. I can take care of myself, Ange. I'm the one who saved him from Broadsky. He should understand that... I'm fine," Although as the words left her, she wasn't completely sure.

"Sweetie," Her friend could be so clueless sometimes. "Did you ever think that maybe... Booth is the one who's not fine?"

"I don't understand," but it would explain the nightmare.

"You didn't see him. When Broadsky took you, Bren, he was a mess. He hardly left your office. He slept in your office. Booth felt so guilty; he blamed himself for everything. If something had happened to you, it would have destroyed him-"

"Because he would feel that he failed at protecting his partner," Brennan finished the sentence for her. "Which would have been ridiculous..."

"No. It would have destroyed him because he loves you," Angela could see something was clicking. "Don't tell me you weren't thinking the same thing when we thought we lost him, sweetie. I head about your late night activities..."

"He loves me..." the words rolled off her tongue almost at a whisper and entirely to herself.

Brennan stood immediately and shut her laptop.

Booth.

Looks like Brennan got a signal from the universe... or maybe just from Ange lol

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