Her brow arched as she watched TJ unconsciously fawn over Booth. She always seemed to either lean toward him while speaking, look at him whenever pointing something out on a map, she even put her hand on his arm a few times to get his attention about some point she was making...and damned if she was even giggling a lot. She probably hadn't seen anything as good looking as Booth up here for...Angela looked around her, and out the window...probably ever.
Actually, regarding the scene with a critical and detached eye, Angela could see why she was acting this way. Booth cut quite a figure in that skin tight sleeveless shirt, and those camo pants and boots. Plus the way he looked so grim and capable, , yet vulnerable and hurting at the same time... yeah, if she wasn't totally and hopelessly in love with Jack, even she might be effected by Booth and the damaged aura around him right now.
Oh, who was she kidding? He IS hot! But she saw this now more like a sister appraising her brother before a big date and acknowledging it for the first time.
Angela watched TJ again, smiling slightly. Poor Booth, he just couldn't help attracting women like a magnet. . The poor woman...she probably didn't even realize she was doing it, or how hopeless it was now. . She had seen women do this all the time,and it was happening again, and Booth either didn't notice, chose not to, or was too worried about Brennan to care. Angela laid mental money on the last one.
Jack straightened up, and took a sip of tea. "We're gonna need a float plane of some sort, with enough cargo carrying ability to get us to that lake, but not so big as to overshoot it. Its not a very big lake."
"After that landing you pulled off here, I'm thinking you could land just about anything anywhere Jack, right Booth?" TJ said, and smiled at Booth.
Jack stole a quick look at Angela, and gave her a "He did it again" roll of his eyes, and then thanked TJ for the compliment.
"But realistically, there was a lot of luck involved there, as much as skill."
You do realize you''ll never get that off the ground here again, runway's too short." TJ said.
"What's with the barn anyway, why stick that there?" Jack asked.
"Dad built it before he retired. That was his picture I used on that website.
"He didn't want large planes landing here, like... well... like yours. Two things he detested, drug runners, and big government. All he wanted coming here was small planes. I think he was a bit mental about it...drug runners? This far north? Its not like we're on the Mexican border or near a huge city, or even on a flight path between either. And he was always bitching about Big Government causing him grief. After he had the barn finished, he came in that day and said "Lets see those money grubbing blood sucking bastards land their fat asses here NOW!"
Angela smiled, not from the mirth of the story, but the way TJ had started talking to Jack about this but ended up telling most of it to Booth with a brilliant grin on her face.
Jack stole another glance to Angela, and shook his head and crossed his eyes as he watched this happen.
Booth nodded humorlessly, and bent to the map again. Angela felt a pang of sympathy for TJ, as her grin faltered
"Do you have a plane able to do this for us? Jack can pay for it."
"Me pay? Why ME? ...OK, Me." Jack finished, as Booth's penetrating gaze hit him.
"I know what you need. I got just the thing you need. I got a Beaver for you." TJ said to Booth.
Angela choked on her tea, spitting it all over herself and the floor in front of her.
"You..*cough cough*...you got...*cough cough...gasp*... you got a...*cough cough*...a WHAT?" she gasped out.
Jack had that world class sh*t eating grin on his face.
"Angela...its a plane...she means a de Havilland Beaver...its a bush plane..." Jack's evil grin widened a little more when he said "bush".
"Shut up Jack! OK, its a plane!"
TJ was scarlet , realizing Angela's mistaken thought, and suddenly she wouldn't look at Booth.
"Y...yeah...we got one here..."she stammered, embarrassed. "Its got floats, but wheels on the floats...it's capable of taking off and landing on both land and water. It'll get you there, but there won't be fuel enough to get back...not all the way...you'll have to refuel on the way there to make it back here..."
"Successful or not, we won't be coming back here. If we make it out, we'll head for the nearest place we can land and get away... and leave it there for you. Don't worry, we'll let you know where." Booth said curtly.
"Oh...ok...that's...reasonable...yeah..I guess..." TJ said. She was looking at Booth, clearly crestfallen. No doubt about it, Booth strikes again, Angela thought.
"OK, Jack, you plan a route in and find the nearest possible safe route out and place to land after. Some place we can get land transportation like renting a car, or stealing one if necessary. Thanks TJ, for your help and for the plane. Angela, you come help me get all our stuff. We'll need to put that whole load inside the Beaver...c'mon...lets get moving...and what's so funny? "
"Nothing Booth, nothing, I'm on my way." Angela said.
Again, TJ wouldn't look at Booth. "I'll help you fill the Bea...uh...the plane...you need to have the load put in properly or...Oh God...um...it has to be a balanced load...um...yeah...lets...go..."
She was redder than Angela's nails, and Jack was looking at the map closely, planning their flight, and trying to hide a smirk, as the other filed out toward the hanger where the small plane waited.