Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, or any of it's characters. FOX does.
Author's Note: So, I decided not to continue with them in the car, on the way home, it would be boring just listening to Booth singing the whole way home. So we'll start a few days later.I was uber-excited for the reviews, and thanks. Keep reading & reviewing

She hung the navy lab coat with her name embroidered in white italics in the upper left side on the coat rack in her office she sat down in her swivel computer chair and drew the keyboard closer to her. When there was a gentle knock at her door, she took in a breath and then shifted her gray eyes towards the wooden door. "Yes"

Angela Montenegro stepped smiling, her sketchbook tucked under her arm, as usual. Her hair was up in a girlish ponytail, and her bangs gathered at the top of her head in an 80's-inspired hairstyle, which wasn't her usual do. "Something you wanted?" Temperance asked as she motioned towards the couch and then stood, leaning against her desk.

"Well yeah, I have that sketch done of that Celtic guy, sorry, don't think it was what you were looking for." Angela handed over the sketchbook that was open to the soldier sketch, and Temperance nodded, glad that Angela had finally gotten around to doing that for her. "Oh, and you're welcome. Not like I had anything else to do." Angela said as she looked over Dr. Brennan's shoulder, smiling an almost smirk.

"Thank you, Angela." Temperance said in defeat.

"And-- You didn't even notice my hair!" She said using both her index fingers to point to her head.

"Oh. Was I supposed to?" The confused look on her face was somewhat priceless and Angela laughed and laid her hand on Dr. Brennan's shoulder, with an understanding look on her face. "Sweetie, girls are supposed to notice that kind of thing. And in case you haven't noticed, you are of the girl species."

"How can you be so sure?" She asked.

"Oh, I can tell. Listen, I know it's probably hard trying to be in control of a lab with mostly guys, but don't be so hard on yourself, loosen up. Have some fun!"

Temperance gave a skeptical look and then shook her head. "You have no substantial evidence to prove your theory."

"Would you shut up about theories? I hear that all day. Isn't there a part of you that isn't this job?"

She was silent. "No"

"Of course there is." Angela said, and stepped forward. Her arms encircled Temperance and she pulled her into a warm embrace.

"Honey, you've gotta get out into the world. You've become too textbooky. There's a person somewhere under that intelligence and she's wonderful."

Unable to respond to the hug she just stood there and then gave in, and wrapped her arms around Angela. "Thanks"

They both laughed softly, filling the empty room with laughter and when Booth appeared in the doorway, Temperance put a slight pressure on Angela's waist, and she stepped back. Angela smiled in Booth's direction, took back her sketchbook then raised her eyebrows, her back to Booth. She mouthed 'behave' as she turned towards the door. "Angela, nice hair." He said with a smile as she squeezed past him and Angela had to bite her tongue. When she was positive they were out of earshot, she let out a few barks of laughter and then headed to her office to gather her things, and go home.

"You're here late."

"Are you checking up on me?"

"Would you hate me if I was?"

"I already hate you."

"Ouch, baby."

Temperance walked back around to her desk and began to shut down her computer. "Something in particular"

"Something interesting." He stepped forward and placed a few manila folders on her desk. "I got us a case." Like an owner proud of their prize-winning pooch, Booth tucked his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to approve.

"Is there anyone they can assign another forensic anthropolgist to work with you on this one? Things are quite hectic around here." She said softly as she brought the folders closer and then opened them up. Inside, she flipped through a few crime scene photos, and a few not-so-detailed accounts of witnesses, the usual.

"They requested you."