A/N: Ok so. I realized I made a small mistake in my last chapter, the last line of it. Hah. Some one commented on it in a review, and I was reading it and was like, ohh snap. I had it backwards. So that just sort of… yeah, haha. I got my negatives and positives on magnets mixed up. Ugh. I feel like this gets more and more out of character as I write it… If that continues I might stop with this fic and stick to one shots… YAY ANGxHODGINS?!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any of these characters.

Angela Montenegro was usually a very sensible woman. She was the kind of girl who liked to have fun, but she knew the limits. Like the fact that it was definitely not reasonable to drop by a friend's apartment at 12.00 A.M. on a work night. That was not sensible. And yet here she was, a complete wreck climbing up the flights of stairs to reach Temperance Brennan's apartment. Angela was usually a strong woman. It took a lot to deteriorate her down to this: a sniffling, puffy eyed woman who felt more vulnerable than ever. The last time she had felt this way was when she had been with Jack, and they had ended it. That didn't hurt as much, because she had broken it off. This just hurt ten times worse, when the person you loved broke your heart. She could remember it all so perfectly:

"Ang, this just isn't working out for me. I'm sorry, hon..."

Angela stared at Roxie for a moment. It had been a long day at work, what with Brennan acting so strangely aloof and love sick, and that was so unnatural. Then Roxie had cancelled on their lunch date, for the fifth time in a row. "What do you mean not working for you, Roxie? I love you. I dedicate all of my free time to you. Is that not enough?" Angela asked in exasperation. Roxie fiddled with the stem of her wine glass as Angela's eyes penetrated through her.

"Well the thing is… I've only ever really been with you and I think… see, there's this guy…" She stopped for a moment and looked up at Angela, whose eyes were widening.

"Roxie, don't tell me…"

"We slept together… I think I'm in love with him…" Roxie ducked her eyes and refused to meet Angela's gaze. Her cold, hard gaze.

"How long?" Angela asked tersely.

"A few months… Ang, I'm sorry, I really am. We just… can't be what we are any more… I am in love with him, and… I can't change it." Roxie put her hand on Angela's but Angela drew back.


"Roxie, this is so… disgusting! How could you not tell me all of this time? Is that why you wouldn't move in with me?" She shot back. Roxie nodded sadly and looked at her wine again. Angela couldn't control it any more. She flung her wine glass against Roxie's perfect white wall, shattering glass and spattering wine. "I'm gone. Don't ever call me again," Angela said, shaking her head. She strode into the bedroom and packed up everything she had there. Once that was done, she was off, with out a final good bye or anything.

That's how she had ended up here. Alone and walking slowly up to Brennan's apartment. She needed some one to be with her right now. At least with Hodgins she had been surrounded by her work friends. At home she was totally and completely alone, and Brennan would make her feel better… hopefully.

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11.00 exactly. Booth and Brennan had been at the restaurant for exactly four hours. They had finally been kicked out by some very tired and annoyed waiters. Neither were drunk, they were just having a good time together. It was how dating went. All night they shared stories from their childhood. Bones told Booth things she had kept back from him. Booth told her about his father in more detail. There were no more barriers, no more restraints. It had been fun, and now they were headed back to her apartment to 'talk' some more. Brennan unlocked the door and disarmed the alarm before flipping on the light switch in the kitchen and going to the fridge. "Beer or wine?" She asked him as he held up a bottle of red wine and a can of Bud Light. Booth wrinkled his nose at the beer and took the bottle of wine from her hands. He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet above the sink and rooted around for a minute looking for a bottle opener. He finally found it and pulled the quark out of the top with a satisfying pop. Bones had already grabbed a bag of popcorn and had put it in the microwave.

"Popcorn and wine?" Booth asked as he arched his eyebrows and handed her a glass. She accepted it graciously and took a sip.

"What's wrong with that?" She asked him, watching as Booth ambled into her living room and inspected the small collection of DVDs that sat above her television.

"Nothing at all, Bones. Just thought it was an odd combination." Booth pulled a DVD out of the shelf and grabbed two remote controls. He turned the DVD player on and then the TV, and popped the DVD into the drawer. The copy rights started, and Booth plopped down on the couch, his wine in one hand and the DVD case in the other hand. After a few fast forwards through commercials, the DVD menu came up right as Bones plopped down on the couch beside him.

"What are we watching?" She asked as she placed her wine and the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Brennan looked at the screen and answered her own question. Oceans 11. It was one of those movies Angela had given her, but she never actually watched it. Brennan tucked her legs underneath her and leaned into Booth. He was one of those big, comforting guys who made her feel safe. Resting her head on his shoulder, she attempted to watch the movie, but instead found herself talking. "I don't get the appeal Brad Pitt has," she told Booth absently after about a half hour of the movie had passed. It just wasn't holding her attention at all. Booth shrugged and popped a hand full of popcorn into his mouth.

"I don't think he's sexy at all," Booth teased. He paused the movie and went back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of wine on his way back out. He refilled both of their glasses before pressing the play button again. Both sipped at the wine, neither paying attention to the movie, but more or less focusing on the fact that they were sitting there together, her nuzzled into his side, his arm around her shoulders and his hand in hers.

"You know, this movie really isn't worth watching…" Booth murmured. With out warning he flipped the TV off and pulled Temperance a little closer to him. She didn't wait for an invitation and instead rather aggressively put her arms around his neck and gently placed her lips on his. Booth immediately deepened the kiss, running his fingers through her hair, pulling the chestnut brown locks out of their restraining pony tail. Her hands deftly ran down from his neck to his shoulders, from his shoulders to the buttons on his shirt. It took her little effort to get each little piece of plastic out of its hole, and in seconds Booth was stripped of his shirt, soon followed by his undershirt. Booth smiled beneath the kiss and followed Brennan's lead. His fingers were just as fast as they traveled down the row of bejeweled buttons that held together her silky emerald blouse, and in seconds Brennan was reduced to her bra and pencil skirt. Booth's fingers deftly worked their way back up her spine, tracing over her soft skin as he gently leaned into her, forcing Bones down onto the couch. His lips finally parted from hers and she drew in a deep breath. She let it out in a low moan as his lips brushed along her jaw and moved down to kiss the nape of her neck, then her shoulder, all the while her fingers working at his belt buckle and then the button and zipper.

Almost if on cue, there was the sound of a key in the door and some one entering the apartment. Brennan's arms constricted around Booth's neck, pulling him down towards her as Booth raised his face to look at who it was. He saw her before she saw them.

"Brennan? Sorry if I--" Angela Montenegro stopped mid-sentence and step when she entered the living room and saw who was waiting for her there. "Oh, my God…" The woman murmured. "I knew it!" She cried. Booth struggled to pry Brennan's arms from around his neck. She was frozen in shock and surprise, and Booth finally was free of her grasp. The FBI agent was quick to slip his white undershirt back on, and Bones finally regained her senses in time to wrap her own shirt back around herself.

"Angela! What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Temperance looked at the clock on the TV as she haphazardously re-buttoned her shirt. Booth was sitting on the couch again, but had a good foot between them. Angela looked between the two.

"Sorry, Booth, but I need some girl's time?" She said, hoping he would understand. He had never seen Angela look upset like this.

"Sure! Bones, I'll see you in the lab tomorrow." He kissed her on the forehead and showed himself the way out, but not with out one more look back at the two now sitting on the couch. Booth had never seen Angela as vulnerable, but now she had her head resting against Brennan's shoulder, and he knew he needed to let them be. Booth closed the door quietly and tip-toed out of the apartment building, not wanting to wake any of Brennan's neighbors up.

Brennan sat in the silence, giving Angela some time to gather her thoughts and decide what she wanted to say. This was the first time miss Montenegro had ever showed up on Brennan's door step in the middle of the night, and Brennan was really worried something had gone horribly wrong. The silence dragged on for a good ten minutes before Angela finally spoke up, her voice heavy with emotion. "Roxie broke up with me," She told Brennan quickly. It was evident the artist had been crying. Bones awkwardly put her arm around her friend's shoulder and tried to think of comforting words. Usually at a time like this she would ask Angela what to do, but it was Angela in need, which made that pretty hard.

"I'm sorry, Ang…" Brennan said quietly. She thought for a moment. "I don't exactly know the right thing to say here, but…" She stopped and contemplated again. "You don't need her anyways?" She tried, hoping those words fit well. Angela laughed lightly through the wave of tears that was close to coming.

"That sounds fine, Brennan," She said, smiling in understanding. Even if Brennan was socially awkward and unsure of anything emotionally helpful, she still made Angela feel better, just by letting her in and kicking Booth out to talk to her. Speaking of which. "So I was right," She asked Brennan as she arched one eyebrow. "You are sleeping with Booth."

"Oh, that…" Brennan absently flicked an invisible speck of dust off of her skirt. "Well, there are certain things that are inevitable, and I guess that --"

"Brennan, don't go all scientific on me, please." Angela ran her fingers through her hair. "It's been a long day. Can't you just admit that for once it was totally and purely for the emotional aspect? It isn't a bad thing, you know."

Bones let out a sigh and looked down at Angela. "I don't put much stock in phsycology," Brennan muttered under her breath, more to herself than her friend. She stood, then, and headed over to a small linen closet. From within she pulled out some sheets and a pillow. "You can stay on the fold out couch, if you'd like," She told Angela with a small smile.

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From the second Roxie had broken up with her, Angela had been dreading this very second. The second she would step foot back in the Jeffersonian and have to put it behind her, when all she really wanted to do was go snuggle up in front of the TV and watch chick flicks all day long. But she was good at hiding this stuff, and she would stay strong, if not just for Brennan and the team. The warm welcomes from Cam and Hodgins made her feel even better as she slid her card and walked up onto the barrier. It wasn't surprising that today Booth was back with a new set of remains and a file in hand. As usual, one of Brennan's grad students was present. This time around it was Wendell again. Despite Brennan's protests, Angela knew that Brennan favored the blonde boy. He seemed to be the only normal grad student, and he got along well with all of the team. Sure, he was no Zack Addy, but even Brennan had said Wendell was the brightest in his class. Not to mention Angela already had taken him under her wing. Hopefully Brennan would just decide already so Angela could start showing Wendell the ropes of this place. It would get her mind off of Roxie, to have a sort of protégé.

Hodgins followed the two women up onto the platform, whistling as he went. As soon as every one was gathered around, Booth licked his lips and opened the report. He filtered through a few pages and finally started talking. "Jessica O'Connell. We've already IDed her thanks to this -" he pointed to a small medallion around her neck. It was a heart encrusted with a good number of shimmering diamonds. Or what Brennan assumed to be diamonds. "Eighteen years old, of Asian decent. She went missing after high school a few months ago, and showed up right on the outskirts of town in a large pile of compost behind some one's yard. We already looked at the owners of the house; they abandoned the place two years ago. The stench attracted the neighbors to investigate further." Every one stared at the body for a moment. Cam was calculating how much flesh she had to work with. There was little, since the body was decomposed. All of her clothes were still in tact, and she was still wearing her shoes, which pleased Hodgins. Angela preferred not to look at her face just yet. Instead she turned to her computer and absently punched some things in. Brennan and Wendell had both already pulled on latex gloves and were inspecting what was visible with out moving any of the clothing. Booth seated himself in a rolly chair, placed his hands behind his head, and watched as the squints did their squinting.

After a few hours, the team had made considerable progress. The bones were now cleaned and stripped of cloth and flesh. X-rays had been taken, Cam had followed standard procedures, and now they were working on a place. Hodgins was at his desk as usual, scanning over scan after scan of particulates, his eyes glued to the microscope. Brennan had left Wendell in charge of examining the bones for right now, and Brennan was taking a short break. Booth was off in the corner, softly discussing with Sweets. Probably talking about the murderer, criminal profiling him and all of that stuff. Brennan stopped a few feet away and cleared her throat. Booth looked over his shoulder and smiled widely when he saw Brennan waiting. "We can continue talking later, Sweets. Right now me and Bones are gonna go get some lunch," Booth stood and stretched his arms over his head before turning from the shrink and meeting up with Temperance. But the young man wasn't going to be blown off so easily.

"Mind if I join you guys? A slice of pie sounds great right now." Booth looked at Brennan and rolled his eyes. Brennan just shrugged.

"Alright, c'mon, then." It was obvious Booth was agitated as the trio made their way out of the Jeffersonian in total silence. Sweets silently studied Booth and Brennan in the same manner he always did. Booth held back the instinct to take Bones' hand or open the door for her as they climbed into his car, Sweets sitting in the back of course. Brennan flipped on one of the oldies stations, and Booth grimaced. "C'mon, Bones. There has to be something better on." This time he flipped through the channels, much to her annoyance.

"That was a good song! Michael Buble has great vocals," She moved to change the station again, but Booth pushed her hand away and sang obnoxiously along with the whiny pop song playing now. Brennan rolled her eyes and smirked slightly. Sweets furrowed his brow in the back as he watched this exchange. It was normal for them to argue and bicker constantly, but there was usually an angry, terse silence that followed. Today the atmosphere was light and not as tense. It was different… and weird. Luckily Booth started talking again.

"Find anything out about our Miss Jessica?" Booth asked Brennan as they navigated the some what crowded streets of D.C., heading towards the small diner. Bones fiddled with the end of her sleeves and nodded.

"Hanged. Her thyroid was broken," Brennan said quietly.

"Hmmm…" Booth was thoughtful for a second, as was Sweets. "Any other wounds?"

"There were some stab wounds to the ribs. Wendell and Cam are working on finding a murder weapon." Booth nodded and parked in a spot in front of the diner.

"Sounds like this killer really had something against Jessica, eh?" He asked as he hopped from the car and came around to meet Sweets and Brennan.

"Well, you can't know that for certain until you find the killer," Bones reasoned out. "There are no conclusions in a case, remember?" She told Booth in a slightly scolding tone. Booth shrugged and held the door open for Brennan and Sweets, who had been quiet the whole time. Once they were seated, the shrink finally spoke up.

"All of the normal tension between you two seems to have… vanished…" Sweets commented, his brow furrowed. Brennan smirked over at Booth, and he returned the smile. Sweets was probably the only one they wouldn't be able to hide this from because, despite how much they hated it, Sweets was pretty good at his job. "You two didn't…" Sweets' eyes widened as he looked between Booth and Brennan sitting across from him. The waitress came up just then, asking for their orders.

"I'll take a BLT sandwich, and a slice of pie, with a cup of coffee?" Booth ordered, his eyes still watching Sweets calculate.

"You know, pie sounds pretty good today," Brennan commented. That sent Sweets over the edge. A wide grin broke out on his face as she finished ordering, and he placed his own order. As soon as the waitress was gone, the young man attacked them.

"You two had sex!" Sweets immediately accused as he leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. "I always knew it. I knew you guys were more than just partners. It was always evident," Sweets murmured more to himself than to them.

"Sex? Who said anything about sex?" Booth asked as he added a pile of sugar and cream to his coffee and stirred it thoughtfully.

"We haven't had sex. What made you jump to that conclusion?" Brennan said airily, catching on to Booth's banter.

"You know, when boys are still going through puberty, their minds tend to be pretty perverted," Booth explained to Brennan, smirking all the while. Sweets was scoffing at them. He hated when they teased him like this, and it was always like this too often.

"You can try and mess with my brain, but I am a psychologist, and it's my job to unscramble messed up brains. So it won't work as well as you think. I know you two slept together. That tension wasn't annoyance, it was sexual. And now that it's found an outlet, you two are much more companionable towards each other. It makes it easier to be with you in general, really," Sweets informed them as he took a sip from his cup.

"I never thought we were hard to be with, did you Bones?" Booth asked as the waitress brought out their food. Bones shook her head as she took a bite of her sandwich.

"I think the tussling added some interest to the day," She said shortly.

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Angela wasn't ok with pretty much every one leaving the lab at the same exact time for lunch. Every one, of course, except for Hodgins. Even Wendell had a girlfriend he was meeting up with. How pathetic Angela felt as she sat there with her lean cuisine in hand, inspecting tissue markers over and over again, though they already had a face IDed. A small knock on the door made her jump, nearly dropping her lunch. She glanced over her shoulder and, to both her delight and dismay, it was no one other than Hodgins. A small cramping in her stomach worried her a bit, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was from Jack showing up or the so called 'food' she was eating. To be honest, she could still see why she fell for him in the first place - his quirky smile, those crystal blue eyes, even the beard was sort of appealing to her. If she wanted to, she probably could fall in love with him all over again. But she didn't want to go down that road. It was marked off limits with big, flashing lights. That was a no no.

"You looked sorta lonely in here," Jack informed her as he pulled over a chair. Angela smiled hesitantly and wondered if it would be a good idea to tell him about Roxie. "Need some company?" He asked, only after he was comfortably seated.

"Well you've already made yourself at home," Angela commented, jokingly of course. "But I do. I was getting pretty lonely. Brennan just up and left me here all alone."

Hodgins shrugged and messed around with the computer a bit, this time bringing up a different image. "Found some of this pollen in the gorges on her ribs," he remarked casually. "Speaking of Brennan… Is something going on with her and Booth?" Hodgins asked as he inspected the image a bit closer. He just wanted something to talk about. They both did. Things weren't always awkward between them, but there was always an odd strain on the relationship.

"Oh. Yeah, they're sleeping together," Angela said absent-mindedly as she shuffled the food around in its container. Hodgins looked at her with surprise. "I know. I almost didn't believe it till I walked in on them stripping each other down last night," She murmured with a small smile.

"Yep, that'll convince a person," Hodgins said as he fooled around with the image some more. "What were you doing at her house last night?" Hodgins asked absently. "Shouldn't you have been with Roxie?"

The question hung in the air, and for a moment neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. Hodgins knew it was none of his business, and even though he had started dating again, he still loved Angela. He had never stopped loving her. He wanted to give their relationship another try, if she was willing, of course.

Angela let out a soft sigh. "Roxie… broke up with me last night. I needed some where to go," she told him honestly. Angela ducked her head, avoiding his eyes, which were staring right at her.

"Oh…" That changed everything. "Oh, really?" Hodgins rubbed the back of his neck. "That's… too bad, I'm sorry, Ang…" He said honestly. His eyes looked away from her as he next spoke. "Well if you ever need anything, you know, you I'm always here."

"Are you hitting on me?" Angela asked in an almost disgusted voice. She finally looked him straight on and met his gaze.

Hodgins immediately shook his head. "No! No, no, no. I'm just being a friend," he told her some what honestly. Angela was sort of shocked. She had sort of wanted him to say yes. Was that a bad thing?

"Oh… well, ok…" Angela was awkward for a second. Luckily they were saved by Wendell entering the office.

"Hey, Hodgins, did you take the femur? I need to look over it again," he asked. Angela dumped the rest of her food into the garbage and stood.

"I should get back to work." Angela exed out of the picture Hodgins had pulled up and what she had been working on before. Wendell and Hodgins left the room, but not with one more backwards look at Angela. Maybe this was his chance. Every one got a second chance, right?