(Harbingers in the Fountain)

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"Booth, do you think I could talk to you for a few minutes?" Nervously, Angela leaned into Booth's office and waited for Booth to look up from his PC.

Smiling, Booth stood up, "Hey, Angela, what brings you around here? Is everything okay?" Suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine, he leaned against his desk, "Nothing's wrong with Bones is there?"

Aware that her appearance in his office was pretty rare, Angela sat down on the chair across from his desk, "God, Booth, if something was wrong with Bren I sure wouldn't waste time coming over here to tell you about it. I'd call you right away."

A little embarrassed that he'd over reacted, Booth chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you'd do that. Sorry." Sitting down, he leaned back on his chair, "So what's up?"

Clearing her throat, the artist licked her bottom lip, "I'm not sure how to tell you what I want to tell you. I want you to take me seriously, but I don't think you will."

Curious, Booth frowned, "Try me."

"Well, I have a friend that says she knows where some bodies are buried." Biting her upper lip, Angela watched the agent very closely.

Surprised, Booth leaned forward on his desk and rested his arms on the surface, "Did she say how she knows the bodies are there?"

Glancing at the window and then back at Booth, Angela smoothed her skirt across her thighs, "Well, this is the part you're probably going to have trouble with." Pausing, Angela stared down at her fingers as they plucked at the hem of her skirt, "Have I ever given you information that proved to be wrong? Haven't I always been helpful and . . . ."

Growing impatient, Booth held up his hand to interrupt her, "Just tell me Angela."

Wary, Angela continued to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, "Well, my friend is a psychic. She told me that she saw it in her cards."

Staring intently at Angela, Booth saw the embarrassed expression she had on her face and tried to ignore any misgivings he had about psychics, "Ange, where are the bodies?"

Shocked that Booth was taking her seriously, Angela moved her gaze to Federal Agent and carefully looked at his face. Not seeing amusement or contempt, she sighed in relief. Handing over a piece of paper, she cleared her throat, "I drew you a map."

Standing, Booth leaned over the desk and took the paper from his friend's hand. Sitting back down, he placed the paper on his desk, "Let me check it out. I may have questions for your friend. Is that okay?"

Relieved that Booth hadn't laughed at her, the younger woman smiled, "Thank you Booth. I thought for sure you'd laugh me out of your office."

Shaking his head, Booth studied the map, "I don't treat my friends like that Angela and I do consider you my friend."

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Entering Brennan's office, Booth found his girlfriend staring at a tray of small bones. Watch her carefully pick one up and scrutinize it, Booth observed how she ran her fingers delicately over the bone and then write something down in a notebook.

"Hey Bones, I have a possible lead on a mass grave. I had a tip and I thought you might like to go out into the field with me. We can use a ground penetrating device and see if my tipster was right. I'll buy you lunch afterward." Standing in the doorway, Booth watched Brennan's face light up as he spoke.

Pleased that her lover was inviting her out in to the field, Brennan stood up and walked over to her coat tree. Removing her lab coat, she placed it on a hook, "Let me change my clothes first. I'm not really dressed to go out in the field today and if it is a mass grave I may want to start excavating right away."

"Sure but I want to take you to lunch before you start messing with any bodies we might find. You need to eat. I don't want you to over do it either. This is an old case." Walking over to the couch, Booth sat down, "Take your time changing. Harris is manning my desk while we check it out. He knows how to find me if he needs me."

Entering her bathroom, Brennan admonished him, "Don't be so bossy, Booth." Glancing at the seated Booth, she suddenly asked him, "Would you like to help me change my clothes?"

Very interested, Booth stood immediately and walked rapidly to the bathroom door, "Just tell me what you want me to do, I'm your man."

Laughing merrily, Brennan entered the room with Booth following closely behind her. Poking his head back out through the doorway, he saw the office was still empty and closed the bathroom door behind him. Turning, he stepped into Brennan's waiting arms, "Now how come you never asked me to help you before?"

Pulling his jacket off and then pulling his shirt tails out of his pants, Brennan answered, "I obviously never thought of the benefits. Now that we're lovers I can see where having a private bathroom can be very advantageous."

Amused, Booth laughed and ran his hands under her shirt inching towards her breasts, "So many missed opportunities Bones. Way too many missed opportunities."

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The Royal Diner fairly quiet, Brennan sipped her tea and asked him, "How did your tipster know about the bodies? Did he or she have anything to do with putting them there?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth emptied two sugar packs in his coffee and stirred it with his knife, "Nah, she had a tip from someone else. I'm going to have to talk to that person very soon."

Not sure why Booth was being vague, she moved back in her seat and allowed the waitress to place her plate before her. Waiting for the waitress to move away from the table, Brennan leaned over and snatched a fry from her boyfriend's plate. Booth, smiling, leaning over and picked up a carrot from her plate.

Chewing slowly, Brennan nodded her head, "Why are you being so mysterious about who your tipster is? You normally tell me who the person is."

Carefully chewing the sliced carrot, Booth glanced out of the window next to the table and informed her, "It was Angela."

A little shocked, Brennan placed her fork down, "Our Angela?"

Booth sipped his coffee and carefully placed the hot cup back on the table, "Yep, her psychic told her where the bodies were buried."

Snorting, Brennan laughed, "You don't really believe in psychics, Booth, do you?"

Not sure why he was annoyed, Booth turned his gaze back towards Brennan and quoted, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

Shaking her head, the anthropologist frowned, "It's superstition, Booth."

Booth picked up his sandwich and stated, "We'll see."

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A/N: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Hamlet by William Shakespeare.