Chapter 3 for a story I couldn't even name in the beginning. Go figure! Okay so I let this chapter take a mind of its own. Anyway I hope you all like it thus far. Looks like I'll have a couple more chapters. Booth is soon to come I promise but I'm not sure I know how that will turn out. Just keep in mind this is a story about Brennan's and Angela's friendship but I suppose the name could suggest any number of friendships. Glad I thought of that, HA!…Enjoy!

Angela let out a yawn as she walked down the hall to her living room. She was feeling dead on her feet from her late night visitor. However, she was glad to know the formidable Dr. Temperance Brennan was able to admit she needed help. She was by no means a professional but as far as she was concerned this was the first step to getting her best friend to actually seek professional help.

Before heading to bed Angela wearily sat down on the couch to make the promised call. She pulled out Booth's cell phone number she had written on a tiny yellow sticky note.

She dialed the phone. She heard barely half a ring and he answered with a quick, "Booth…"

"Hey handsome…"

"Hello Angela. How's Bones?"

"Asleep."

"…already?"

"…still."

"…still? Is she going to be alright?"

"I think so. She just needs to work some things out in her head. She's still pretty shook up and the nightmare she had…well let's just say I'd never go to sleep again but yet she's still in my guest room sawing logs."

"For someone who hates psychology she sure does have a lot of it."

"Tell me about it, Sweetie."

"So, are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Be prepared. I think she'll be in need a little outing. Beside there is no way I'm going to let mope around here forever."

"Are you sure she's okay?" Booth inquired, his voice was tender and worried with the thought of his partner sick or hurt.

"Don't worry, Seeley. She's fine."

"I'm not worried."

"Okay, Sweetie."

"I'm not…" he said defiantly.

"I know, Sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Bye, Angela."

"Bye Handsome."

Angela could not suppress the smile that had formed on her face after that conversation. As far as she was concerned her suspicions were confirmed with Brennan's sleepy love confession of a certain over protective, hunky FBI Agent and the worried tone she just heard before disconnecting with said FBI Agent. They wanted each other but for the life of her she couldn't get either of them to admit it.

In the distance she could hear the low rumble of thunder. It was an odd occurrence to have such violent thunderstorms so many days in a row this late in the year. She immediately thought of Tempe's reaction the night before. 'Would she have the same reaction tonight as last night?' With that thought she laid the length of the couch and absently flicked the TV to Weather Channel for the local forecast. There were calls for rain and thunderstorms but the morning was looking up with sunny skies predicted. Things were looking up.

The sound of shattering glass startled Angela awake. 'Shattering glass? Why was there shattering glass?' she thought. Then it hit her 'Bren must be up and in the kitchen.' Slowly she got up and made her way to the kitchen door. When she walked in she could see Tempe with her head bowed and both palms pressed to the countertop with a broken glass at her bare feet.

"Bren Sweetie, are you alright?"

"Yeah," Tempe said her voice raspy. She coughed to clear hear throat, "I was just trying to get some water but everything started to spin," she said twirling her finger in the air indicating her dizzy spell. Tempe pointed to broken glass with a shaking hand, "…sorry about the glass."

"It's okay Sweetie. Don't move I don't want to step in the glass."

"I'll it clean up."

"No I'll get it. You are going to come with me. I'm gong to get you some water and get you something to eat. You probably had that dizzy spell because your blood sugar level is low. Do you feel sick?"

Sitting on the couch Tempe had put her head in hands. She answered faintly without looking up, "No, just dizzy."

Angela put a light hand on Tempe's back, "okay sit tight. I'll be back in a minute."

Ten minutes later Angela returned with a hot bowl of soup and the glass of water Tempe had been in the kitchen to get.

"Well I'm glad to see you up and around. I was starting to get worried. So, any more dreams?"

Tempe slowly shook her head, "yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it, Sweetie?"

"Not right now, Ange", Tempe said between mouth full's.

Angela nodded her understanding and didn't push the subject, "…so how do you feel now?"

"Better. A lot better actually. This is very good, Ange. It's probably the best vegetable soup I've ever had. I had no idea you so were kitchen savvy."

"I am a woman of many talents, Dr. Brennan."

Tempe smiled at Angela, "I'm not surprised. It is an art form."

Angela gave her a doubtful look to which Tempe said in reply, "don't look at me like that. When Pete and I were together we watch the Food Network. He liked the Steel Chef. It really is amazing what some of those people could come up with in a fraction of the time."

"Um, Sweetie that's The Iron Chef…and thank you. I'll make you a real dinner some day. I made this just in case you weren't up for anything to heavy. So, are you awake now or are you going to back to sleep?"

"What do you have planned?"

"…nothing", Angela said innocently or as innocently as she could muster.

"Angela I know that look. You have something planned. What is it?"

"Bren it's a surprise. Go with it and let it be a surprise. Now go back to sleep."

The two women got up together and headed for the bedrooms. They walked side by side Tempe bumped Angela gently with her shoulder saying, "I knew you were up to something."

"Good night, Sweetie."

Just as the night before, everything was quiet until the nightmare started. Again Tempe's mind transported her some where she did not want to be. She found her self at the entrance of a tunnel trapped in a chamber. Looking around she only had one direction to move, forward. When she stepped into the dark tunnel she saw bodies in varying degrees of decay lining the walls. She could hear mother voice, 'Temperance, help me. Please I need you baby.' Tempe felt a desperate need to get to her. As she walked the bodies came alive hindering her progress while whispering her name, 'Temperance …Temperance …Temperance.' Slowly Tempe made her way through the tunnel fighting against the arms grabbing at her sleeves. She tried to show no fear. She tried to be brave for the bodies on the walls. These were the people she would identify, victims of Vince McVicar. Over the din of her name being called her father's voice rang out through the tunnel. He repeating the words from the message left on her answering machine, 'Temperance, you have to stop looking. You have to stop looking for me right now. This is bigger and worse than you know, please stop now.' As she got with in inches of the other side a male form stepped into view. It was McVicar, 'Joy you're next.' He brought the stunner toward her forehead but before he could pull the trigger low rumbling thunder pulled her out of the dream.

She sat bolt upright with her entire body shaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was scared and fought to keep that fear from taking control. The thunder compounded the intensity of her emotion. She wanted to run and hide. She wanted to scream.

She got out of bed and made her way to the next room. "Angela," she called out.

Angela woke seeing Tempe standing at the side of her bed, "Bren?"

"I'm sorry Ange. I had a dream and the…I don't like thunder. Can I…I need…please."

The usually articulate Dr. Brennan could barely complete a full sentence embarrassed by the fact she wanted to sleep next to someone to feel safe. Angela silently agreed and sat up. Tempe crawled onto the bed and into Angela's open arms. Hot tears soaked Angela's night shirt as she held her best friend's trembling form.

"I don't want to be like this", Tempe said her voice muffled.

"Like what, Sweetie?" Angela asked softly.

"I don't want to be emotional with no control over the tear."

"Bren, you have had very rough week. If it didn't affect you, you wouldn't be human."

"I wish it didn't affect me like this."

"I know, Sweetie. But I'm here if you want to talk about it."

"I had another dream."

"Like the one you had last night?"

"Yeah…I could see McVicar through a tunnel lined with bodies. There was no bright white at the end of it just him. I was moving to him I'm not really sure why. When I was walking through the tunnel the bodies were calling my name. All I could hear was Temperance over and over again. Each of them had the same wound…it was from the spring-loaded captive-bolt stunner. How many people did he kill as a 'mechanic'?"

"…Mechanic?" Angela questioned.

"It's the word Booth used", Tempe said sheepishly.

"Ange, I don't want to feel vulnerable. I don't want to be vulnerable."

"Bren, you are by far the strongest person I have ever known. I don't think it's possible for you to be vulnerable."

"I don't know, Angela. I feel like I'm coming apart and I can't stop it."

"Sweetie, you are going to be okay. I promise from my heart. Better yet I promise from my head."

Tempe couldn't help the small smile that had formed across her face. She remembered a similar conversation they had a few months ago when Angela's boyfriend Kirk had been killed. Tempe had been there to 'promise from her head' that Angela would alright. She would survive this loss. They would survive.