Disclaimer: I still don't own "Bones," though I think it would be especially fun to own Angela. Think of the parties…
A/N: Thank you to my fantastic reviewers! To those of you who read the unrevised first chapter, my apologies for the confusion! I wanted you to wonder who was talking, but I didn't mean to get a fact totally and completely wrong! I fixed it now, you guys are so appreciated for pointing it out!
Here is the second chapter, so read, enjoy, and review please!
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The lab had been quiet all day. Not that that was unusual, Temperance Brennon was used to working, living, in silence. Even when Zach or Hogins was around it was usually nearly silent. Unless they were both there, in which case you were more likely than not to hear an extremely pointless argument about who's bug was faster.
But today was different. Zach and Hogins were off doing whatever Zach and Hogins did, as Angela would have said, "Attempting to be normal people,." And the silence of the lab reminded Tempe of the silence of an ancient tomb. No one had called all day. Come to think of it, no one had called all weekend, not even Angela. Tempe had assumed that her best friend simply needed time to process everything that had happened in the desert, but it was unlike Angela to ignore her for an entire weekend.
Tempe picked up the phone sitting on her desk and dialed her friend's familiar number. One, two, three, four rings. Tempe sighed knowing that the call would go through to voicemail. Usually she would have hung up, driven by her intense dislike of messages in general, but for some reason she felt like she needed to hear her friend's voice. some contact with the outside world seemed unusually appealing at that moment, even if it was just one of the familiar, and in Tempe's opinion too peppy, messages Angela insisted on recording on her phone.
"Hello. No one is available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone." Tempe hung up the phone in shock. The impersonal, computer generated, message was as out of character for Angela as the weekend long silence. Even Tempe, who was accused of having her nose so firmly planted in the realm of the dead that she didn't see what went on in the land of the living, had some normal human instincts. She had come to know, and care about, Angela Montenegro over the past two years, and she could sense when something was desperately wrong with her best friend.
"Dr. Brennon?" Tempe jumped, having been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed her boss come up behind her.
"Do you need something Dr. Goodman?" She did not mean to sound cold, but then she never meant to sound cold and apparently that was how she usually came off to other people.
"I'm surprised to find you hear," he said ignoring her question. "I would have thought you, as Miss Montenegro's best friend, would be at her house."
"Why would I be at Angela's?" The young scientist felt confusion cloud her thoughts, and along with the confusion came annoyance. She had never appreciated being kept in the dark, whether that be literal or figurative.
"I was under the impression that she was leaving today, I thought you would want to say goodbye."
"Leaving, why would Angela be leaving?" The darkness was only getting thicker.
"I'm not sure. All I know is that she came to me with her resignation and requested that I not tell anyone until she left. I would have thought, however, that she would have told you."
Tempe's famous temper flared to the surface and she stood so suddenly her chair banged against one of her file cabinets. "So would I," she muttered as she grabbed her keys and ran out the door, determined to get some answers from the woman who had always wanted Tempe to tell her everything. Clearly Angela doesn't understand that trust has to run both ways for a friendship to work, Tempe thought as she sped across town. She was well aware that she was breaking the speed limit, and for the first time in her life she did not care.
The anthropologist arrived at Angela's apartment building in a record 15 minutes and had charged up all seven flights of stairs in another 120 seconds. Now she stood ringing the doorbell, feeling her heart break at the thought that she might be too late. Another push of the doorbell. Still, complete, silence. One more try, one more push of the button, because it could never be said that Temperance Brennon gave up easily.
"Okay, okay, hold on I'm coming!" Tempe's heart nearly stopped at the sound of her friend's voice. She saw the curtain to the right of the door shift aside, saw the side of Angela's face as she peered through the glass, saw the hesitation in the other woman's eyes.
"Angela Montenegro, open this door!"
A/N2: Here's the plan for this story. Odd chapters will be Angela's POV, evens will be Tempe's. (I'm addicted to the "2 sides to every story" thing.) I now have an actual plot planned out, so keep reviewing and I'll keep updating. Also, if anyone has an idea for a title for this chapter could you let me know? I drew a complete blank for this one.
Please, please, please review! As I said, turn about is fair play. You review mine, I'll review yours. Win/win situation!