Brennan stood in the dressing room of the fourth dress store that Angela had dragged her to. She held her cell phone to her ear and listened to the ring. She was waiting for him to answer, getting more and more frustrated with every second that he had left that brief message on her work phone, yet had refused to answer her calls. She sighed in resignation, listening as his voicemail picked up once again. She jumped when a voice above her spoke her name.

"Brennan…" Angela's irritated voice sighed from above her, looking over the changing room wall.

"Angela! I'm changing!"

"First of all, I've already seen it before… second of all… hand me the phone."

"What? No."

"Hand me the phone, Bren… now…it's for your own good."

"But…"

"Come on…" Angela said, wiggling her fingers as Brennan glared up at her and tuned it off, lifting it up to her friend, she continued to glare. "Now stop with the angry face and try the blue dress on." She said as she pulled back the phone and climbed back into her own dressing room.

Brennan was quiet for a moment, trying on the dress that Angela had insisted she try on, and huffed the whole way through it. "I hate trying on dresses. I know my size, I should have just told you to pick me something out, and we wouldn't have to go through this every time there is an event. Besides, my closets are already too full of dresses that I rarely wear anymore, I should just sell them, or donate them, or…"

"Sweetie, you're just not having fun because you can't get Booth to answer the phone." Angela said, hearing the silence in the dressing room next to her, there was no movement for a moment.

"I wasn't… I don't need him to call me." She stammered slightly as she attempted to zip the dress up in the dressing room.

"Right, which is why you have been calling him every ten minutes since we left your office. You got your messages, one was most likely from him, and now he won't answer the phone. What is going on between you two?" Angela asked with a knowing smile.

"Nothing." Brennan stated clearly. "Nothing is going on between us. He just said… to call him if I wanted to talk to him, and I wanted to talk to him."

"And he's not answering." Angela stated, shaking her head.

"No." Brennan replied, and remained silent for several moments, continuing to look at herself in the mirror she sighed when she, out of habit, reached for her jacket to get her phone, she closed her eyes and mumbled to herself when she remembered that Angela had just taken it.

"What was that, sweetie?" Angela asked, hearing Brennan talking under her breath.

"Nothing… can you zip me up?" She asked, opening the door, she stepped out of the dressing room, and glanced to the side, where Angela stepped out of hers.

"Oh, sweetie, you look gorgeous in that dress…" She said, watching Brennan turn around immediately, waiting for her friend to zip the dress up, she turned her around and looked directly into her blue eyes. She could see that there was a tinge of disappointment in her face, and she didn't miss a beat. "You wish you were going to this thing with Booth, don't you?"

Brennan paused, watching her friend carefully as she gave her a sympathetic look, the pity was in her expression whether she knew it was there or not, and Temperance Brennan did not want to be pitied. "He said he was going fishing with Parker."

"So?" Angela asked, shrugging her shoulders. "So he wants to get away, why would it matter to you? You said he didn't care that you had a date, that you were going to this thing tonight."

"But he just… called and left a message." She said, pitifully. "He called and left a message saying he was going out of town, and then… now… now he won't answer his phone." She whispered.

"Bren, I don't understand why you're so upset about him going fishing with his son, it's not like you guys had plans, or that he owes you any kind of…" Angela paused when she noticed Brennan wince slightly. "Oh my God." Angela whispered.

"Angela…"

"You and Booth are, aren't you?" She said with her eyebrows raised and a grin that threatened to split her face.

"Sleeping together? No." Brennan replied truthfully. "Dating? Not… exactly."

"Wait…" Angela asked, with a bit of a laugh, watching a bit of playfulness playing in her friend's eyes amidst the worries and the concern. "You're not dating, and you're not sleeping together… so you're just…"

"Exactly where we were before." Brennan nodded. "But… we kiss a lot more." She said, finally giving Angela a little bit of information.

"So what does that mean?" Angela asked, still smiling at her friend.

"It means that I have a date on Saturday, and it was supposed to be with Booth… and now he's gone for the weekend, and I won't see him until this is all over with." She sighed.

"Aw… you had to give up your first date for this stupid event?" Angela asked, watching Brennan nod. "It's okay though, you'll have a chance for that first date." She said, watching Brennan nod her head and avert her gaze. "What's wrong?"

"I just… feel like I ran Booth off this weekend, and… he won't answer the phone…"

"You think he's mad at you?"

"I am mad at me, and him not answering the phone is just an indication that he's most likely angry with my decision." Brennan mumbled and sighed, looking up into her friend's eyes. "I think I should get this dress. The color goes well with my eyes." She said with a serious expression.

"Not to mention that you look hot, hot, hot…" Angela said as she watched Brennan roll her eyes and laugh a little, as she turned toward the dressing room to change into her clothes so that they could get out of there.