Bones-"I Missed You"—Chapter 3

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Author's Notes: Thanks for all of the reviews. Glad you're enjoying this so far...sorry about listing the fic as complete. That's what happens when you post a story after only getting 2 hours of sleep! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy and now I need to go finish writing this little ditty.

Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab, 11 am

Angela watched her friend as she studied the remains of a World War I pilot whose body had recently been discovered in the mountains of Colorado. She noticed that Brennan had been grumpy and had apparently not slept well last night. Angela briefly allowed her mind to wander and imagined a wild tryst between her best friend and a certain handsome FBI agent. She had not questioned Brennan since she was even less talkative than usual and Angela took that as a bad sign.

"I can't believe no one found this guy before," Zack stated to an uninterested audience. "I mean, he disappeared during a training exercise. Didn't they search for him?"

"The government is busy with more important things, Zack," Hodgins said pointedly. "Things like major cover-ups, defrauding the American people, hiding alien life forms in New Mexico…"

"How very 'X-Files' of you," Angela smirked.

"Do you honestly believe that our government tells us the truth on all matters," Hodgins heatedly questioned.

"Oh my god, get a grip!" Angela refused to indulge Hodgins' conspiracy theory rants on the government.

Brennan glanced up at Angela and Hodgins and sighed. She stood up, placed her hands in the pockets of her lab coat and glared at them with icy blue eyes. "If you two don't have anything useful to add to this case, you can leave," she announced. She turned her attention to her protégé. "Zack, I want you to go over every inch of the remains and log any signs of injuries. It could aid in correctly identifying…"

"But, Dr. Brennan, he was found with his dog tags," Zack interrupted.

Brennan sighed again as she placed her right hand on the back of her neck and attempted to massage some of her tension away. "Zack, we still need to verify the identification through dental records and old x-rays," she said with as much patience as she could muster. She noticed Hodgins and Angela looking at her, waiting for their assignments.

"Well, I guess I'll get started on a face…," Angela began.

"Okay." Brennan continued massaging her neck. 'Where the hell did all of this tension come from?' she wondered silently. Her answer came to her in a flashback of Booth kissing her, his hands roaming.

Angela noticed Brennan's face growing red, but before she could question her, Brennan walked away to what she thought would be the solace of her office.

Several minutes after sitting down at her desk and searching for a misplaced bottle of much needed aspirin, Brennan saw Angela standing in the doorway of her office, smirking at her.

"What?" Brennan questioned. She really did not want to discuss last night's events.

"You tell me what. You've been Dr. Cranky Pants all morning and you obviously have a headache. So what's up?"

"I didn't get a lot of sleep last night." Brennan grabbed a bottle of water and quickly downed the few aspirin she had found.

Angela moved further into the office and sat down across from her. "Okay, normally I would make some sexual innuendo, especially since you took big, strapping, handsome, and might I add drunk, Booth back to your place last night….but you are way too grumpy to have had any kind of fun." Angela watched Brennan attempt to ignore her by looking at her computer screen. "He didn't blow chunks in your car, did he?"

"No."

Angela pondered what the problem could be. "You're really not going to tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell," Brennan responded in an irritatingly non-committal tone.

Angela sighed. "Okay, then I'll just guess…hmm…well, I think we've established that you and Booth didn't get it on. So, what else? Maybe…no, you'd tell me about that….or would you?"

"Angela, don't you need to work on that sketch?"

"The only thing I can think of is Booth told you how he feels about you…or he kissed you…or both." Angela threw her hands up in an exasperated manner.

Brennan felt her face grow hot as her mouth fell open.

Angela leaned forward in her chair excitedly. "Holy crap, Batman! I got it right, didn't I!"

Brennan buried her face in her hands. "Three aspirin is not going to be enough," she muttered miserably.