It seems obvious to her. Well, to her and Zach. And Hodgins. And Goodman.
And yet, apparently not to them. It was past Angela how that two of them could remain so blind. And not only Temperance, from whom she expected this kind of obliviousness, but Booth too, who'd always seemed so... normal, with a life and a child and a TV and old high school friends and a recycling bin full of beer bottles.
She could see the two of them right now, dancing their verbal waltz as Temperance stepped around the table to examine a new bone. Booth, leaning against the counter, upset a Petri dish and spun around to settle it before pivoting around to join the doctor. Now Zach joined them, his boyish smile lifting his cheeks delicately as he glanced between them, a faint pink suffusing his cheeks. Two-handed, he offered up a clipboard, and shifted in place as they both reached for it, overlapping his hands. He looked at the floor, and manoeuvred out of the lab, catching Angela's eye and looking away as he hurried to the coffee machine.
She glided out to accompany him. Smiling knowingly, she said, "I wonder how long this is going to last. Do you think we should do something? I think we should do something. Otherwise, it'll be months or years before they get together. Tempe's always got her head in the clouds- or should I say, in the ground- and Booth's such a guy."
Zach twitched a curl out of his eyes as his lashes blinked. "Angela, maybe we should... I mean, they'll work it out on their own, won't they?"
She clucked her tongue. "Well, it's debatable, definitely."
She suddenly giggled. "Zach, boy, you got to find a girlfriend yourself. Get out of the lab once in a while, you know? Even Bren's getting better, but you're slowly increasing until you spend as much time in there as her."
He smiled uneasily, and ducked into the men's bathroom. Sighing, she went to get her caffeine fix alone.
As she returned to her office, she crouched as Booth looked around, and suddenly pressed Bones against the wall, pushing his tongue between her lips as she grasped at his hair. Then he disappeared out the door as the woman he had just kissed paused, tightened her ponytail and returned to the femur on the table.