ANGELA

These two…

You'd think a bonafide genius and the best agent in the FBI wouldn't get caught having sex in the Jeffersonian, but apparently they, like Jack, have lost the ability to think.

Then again, I don't exactly have much room to talk. Hodgins and I, after all, got caught having sex in the Egyptian room… on camera. We weren't trying to keep our relationship on the down-low, though, while Booth and Brennan are.

I slip through the doors to Brennan's office, locking it behind me, in case someone else tries to come in, then dare a peek towards her couch. The blanket laying across them, does little but hide their pertinent parts, their bare legs, arms and shoulders left uncovered.

I blame the hormones from the pregnancy for the tears that spring to my eyes. She looks so… content… as though she's right where she belongs. I, personally, have always thought it's where she belongs. It's their joined hands that threatens so make the tears spill over. It's so romantic… so sweet… So… Not Brennan. I'd wanted this for her. I'd hoped it for her, even. I'd been afraid she'd never allow herself to have it. I'm sure that's the reason I feel so weepy.

It doesn't last, Booth's broad shoulders, defined arms and well-muscled calves distracting me. Now, I'm positive it's those same hormones that sends a surge of lust through my blood. The temptation to surreptitiously lift that blanket and have a little peek makes my fingers itch. Brennan would probably be amused if I did. Booth? At best, he'd never speak to me again, which would be more than a little awkward since my best friend's in love with him.

I sigh, resigning myself to the fact that my years-long curiosity about just what he's hiding under those stuffy suits and sexy jeans, will continue to linger on.

I pick up their scattered clothing then returning to where I was standing, toss it on top of them before turning my back to them, discretely.

"What the-" Booth growls, while Brennan draws in a quick breath of surprise.

"The two of you," I chastise, using my best mommy voice. May as well get in some practice, right?

"Ange, what are you doing here?" Brennan asks, as I listen to a bevy of motion behind me.

"Hodgins walked in you not five minutes ago," I inform them. Booth mutters a few choice words under his breath at that. "Don't worry. I've warned him if he breathes even a syllable, he'll find himself in a cold, sexless marriage for time immemorial." Brennan, at least, laughs.

"Would you mind giving us some privacy?" Booth asks with an edge to his voice. Geez, what a grump. Can't a girl have a little fun?

"No problem," I agree. "But a word of advice? Next time, at least lock the door." I'm satisfied that parting jab found its mark. Maybe Booth'll think twice before grousing at me first thing in the morning, next time.

I walk back to my office with a smile on my face.

Sex in the office only three days in. They've moved faster than even Hodgins and me.

I can't wait to see what comes next…