(The Family in the Feud)

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With Booth and Brennan out of town, Caroline didn't have a world renown forensic anthropologist or a hot FBI Agent to rely upon, but she was in the middle of the Patterson trial and she needed some help before it blew up in her face.

Entering Angela's office, Caroline hailed Angela who was sitting at her computer working on a computer upgrade. "Listen Cher', I'm prosecuting the Patterson case and the defendant's attorney is claiming that his client is too short to have killed the victim. I know you and Dr. Brennan didn't work on this case, but I could use your help. I have the file that contains the particulars about the case. I need to know if what Bobby Butler is saying is true. I thought maybe you could use your computer voodoo skills and work it out for me."

Amused, Angela took the file from Caroline and started to flip through the file looking for the autopsy of the victim. "Do you know the height of the suspect?"

"Five foot six. He's a little couillon I'll give him that, but all of the evidence points to him." Caroline walked over to a chair near Angela's desk and sat down. "I'll wait. The trial is starting back up in two hours."

"Two hours?" Filled with disbelief, Angela shook her head. "I'll need time to get all of the facts." She noticed the look on Caroline's face and shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, well I guess I can do it if I ignore all of my other work and don't go to lunch."

A slight smile on her face, Caroline nodded her head. "Good, I'll wait."

Making notes as she read the file, Angela ignored the prosecutor and focused on the height and weight of the victim, how the victim was killed, where the body was found and the position of the body. Next she entered the height of the suspect. That done, she entered the rest of the pertinent data into the Angelatron and ran a scenario.

"Okay, as you can see this actually proves that the five foot six suspect was the killer." Angela pointed at the wound on the victim and had the animated assailant stab the victim. "This also proves that the wound was caused by someone who was left handed which the suspect is."

Pleased, Caroline stood up. "If you could download a copy of that I'll be on my way."

Glad that she could be of help, Angela did what Caroline requested and handed the DVD to the prosecutor. "I have time to testify as an expert witness if you need me to."

"Thank you Pookie. I think this will do." Caroline stopped speaking and watched as the younger woman standing in front of her grabbed her neck, turn pale and make odd spluttering noises. "Are you having a heart attack, Cher?" Concerned she placed her DVD in her purse and stepped closer to the computer specialist. "Do I need to call for help?"

"How . . . how do you know my name? Who told you my real name is Pookie?" Angela was horrified that her secret was out.

Puzzled, Caroline cocked her head to the side and watched Angela wave her hands around as she asked her questions. "Your real name is Pookie? You're using an alias? How are you paying social security and taxes? Are you signing legal documents as Angela or Pookie?" The more she thought about it the more concerned Caroline became. "You've been involved in a lot of my cases. Do you know what would happen if someone questioned your identity in court?"

The questions coming fast and hard, Angela threw up her hand. "Stop . . . just stop . . . You didn't know my name is Pookie? Why did you call me that if you didn't know?"

"It's something you say to people . . . you didn't answer any of my questions." Caroline glanced at her watch to make sure she shouldn't be on the way to the courthouse. "Aliases can cause a lot of trouble."

Mortified that she hadn't made sure why Caroline had called her Pookie before she gave away her secret, Angela rubbed the sides of her face and sat down. "All of my legal documents have my real name on them. My social security number, my bank accounts, my passport, my credit cards have my legal name on them. I just go by Angela amongst my friends and co-workers. It's perfectly legal. It's like a nickname . . . I don't want anyone to know my legal name is Pookie. Please don't tell anyone."

Clearly Angela hadn't thought the situation through. "You do realize that Dr. Saroyan probably knows your real name since you work for her and she has to sign off on your timesheets. Plus, whoever works in Payroll and Human Resources knows. I wouldn't be surprised if Booth knows . . . your secret isn't the secret you think it is."

Groaning, Angela placed her hands over her face. "I just want to be called Angela. I hate my real name. What's wrong with that?"

"Why don't you legally change it?" Caroline found the situation to be ludicrous. "If I hated my name I'd change it although Caroline is a fine name, so I don't hate my name."

"My Dad . . . it would break his heart if I changed my name." Angela uncovered her face and looked at the prosecutor. "He had a vision right after I was born and that name is very important to him. It's easier to keep my name for legal reasons but use the name I want to be called in my everyday life."

"Well, Ms. Montenegro, I have a trial I need to get back to . . . you're very strange." Of course, Caroline thought most of the squints at the Lab were strange. Turning to leave, she was stopped by Angela.

"Wait, do you think Booth really knows my name? Why would he know my real name and if he does why hasn't he said anything?" She was worried that if Booth did know her name he might tell Brennan who might tell Hodgins. "I mean Cam obviously doesn't care, so that's why she hasn't said anything, but Booth and I have had our differences in the past and he didn't call me out on my name."

Caroline checked her watch and started to move towards the door. "Maybe he doesn't care."

Her mind racing, Angela wondered if she should confront Booth. Would it open a can of worms that she wouldn't be able to close?"

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After a very long week, Booth and Brennan were back in town and both of them were at work. As soon as she could, Angela slipped out of the Lab and made her way over to the Hoover. Once she was outside Booth's office, she braced her shoulders back and marched into his office. "What's my name? Say my name."

Confused, Booth looked up from a report he was trying to read and stared at Angela for a moment. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"No, it isn't. Please say my name." Angela clasped her hands together and tried to keep them from shaking.

Debating with himself how he should proceed, Booth leaned back against his chair and clasped his hands against his stomach. "Angela Montenegro . . . mind telling me why you're asking me that? This is weird even for you."

"I . . . I wanted to know if you know my legal name that's all." Still unsure about Booth, she took a step closer to the desk. "Something strange happened last week while you and Brennan were gone and well, someone mentioned that you knew my name."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth watched as the artist chewed on her lower lip and wondered just what strange thing had happened. "I know everyone's name at the Lab that I need to know. I know some of the squints and some of the techs. When I work with people I make sure I know who they are. My life or Bones' life could be on the line if someone we worked with weren't who they said they are. We've made a lot of enemies over the years."

Still unsure, Angela took one more step. "So, my name is Angela Montenegro?"

His irritation growing, Booth leaned forward on his desk. "Angela, I'm busy. I've been gone for two weeks and I have a bunch of crap I need to read and sign off on. Go back to work and leave me alone, okay?"

"I just had to make sure that's all. Caroline said . . . never mind." As she turned to leave, she heard the words that she had dreaded to hear.

"Of course, if you're talking about your legal name and not that made up name you go by, that's another story, Pookie." A sly smile on his face, Booth watched as Angela turned and faced him. Her eyes were enlarged and her hands were trembling. "I did just tell you that I know everyone I work with."

Her anxiety levels very high, Angela moved a step closer. "Have you told Brennan or . . . or Jack?"

"Why would I do that?" It was fun yanking chains sometimes, but he did have work to do. "You go by Angela. As long as your official reports and forms say Pookie then I don't care. By the way, you have to know that Cam and Brennan already know. They do have to read and sign off on their reports."

"My signature is unreadable . . . on purpose and no one has ever questioned that."

Continuing, Booth shook his head. "I'm pretty sure it's not the secret you think it is. Just because they might not have said anything about it means nothing . . . If I had a name like that I'd change it."

"Yeah, Seeley." Angela crossed her arms against her breasts. "Sometimes we can't."

His interest in the conversation over, Booth picked up his folder. "Bye Angela."

The conversation hadn't gone the way she had hoped, but she knew that Booth was an honest man. If he said he didn't care, then he didn't. She just hoped it stayed that way and that he didn't talk in his sleep.

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