This Chapter is Angela's POV. Since she always seems to be the one who knows what is going to happen before it happens I thought her POV would be fun…but mostly it is a filler...enjoy and be sure to comment!
It took two hours of constantly asking before Cam finally told me that Booth had called in saying she would be out for the rest of the week. I knew something was up so I did a little snooping. Cullen said my friends were nuts and I was even nuttier if I thought I would get an answer out of him…twenty minutes later he finally caved and told me that Bren had called in to say that Booth would be out until Friday. Ten more minutes on the phone with him I got Booth's history out of him and knew why they had taken the week off.
I had to call her and find out what they were up to. They couldn't just spend time at home for a week. She does not know how to sit and do nothing so they must be up to something. Booth trusted her with his life and shared stuff with her that he never even talks about. She let it slip the last case we worked that involved the military. She made me swear never to say anything to him and said that my life depended on it. I knew she couldn't keep that threat but I knew for both their sakes I had to keep my mouth shut.
I had to call twice before he finally answered her phone, "Hello Angela. How can we help you?" He asked, I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"Booth put Bren on the phone."
"Nope. She isn't working this week." He answered like a five year old.
"I'm not calling for work Dummy."
"Dummy?"
"Well you are acting like a five year old so I might as well too. Let me talk to my best friend before I have a temper tantrum." I said smiling.
I heard rustling around and then she answered, "Hi Ange."
"That's it? Hi Ange? You have Booth call in for you and you call for him and all I get is a hi? What is going on with you two."
"Ange you already know what it is about. Did you want to meet us tonight?"
"Yes I do. But I want to know what you guys are doing to keep busy all week."
"Eight at the diner." She said hanging up.
Those two…Bren's college roommate died in the attack. I knew that would not cause her to take a week off of work. Usually she threw herself into work. But Booth, he made it different, he had to have something about the attacks haunting him. Something that she had managed to get him to share with her.
Time dragged on until eight. I was at the diner at seven-thirty waiting not so patiently for the two of them. They walked in the door laughing at 8:02. They sat down across from me like nothing was going on.
"Okay you two. I already got you a pie and coffee coming Booth and Bren I ordered fries for us to share. What the heck is going on?"
"We just needed time off." Booth answered looking at Bren.
"Ya, there wasn't a case and it seemed like as good of time as any." She answered looking up at Booth.
"Cut the crap. I know you are out because of what happened seven years ago. I understand both of you…" Booth looked at me questioningly, "yes Booth Both of you. I talked to Cullen this morning, and for an FBI agent it was easier to get stuff out of him than it was Cam. I understand why you both took time off but I don't understand why either of you just didn't say anything to me about what was really going on."
"Angela it happened fast. I wasn't going to take the week off but then Parker called me Saturday night." She answered looking guiltily at Booth, he nodded giving her permission to share. "I went over to Booth's house Saturday night and have not really left."
Okay I'm confused. Parker called Bren? She has been living over there?
"I had taken my sleeping pills as usual and unfortunately had nightmares, which are why I have the pills in the first place…Parker was scared so he called Bones…who apparently he has been having secret meetings with for quite some time…and she came over."
"Oh ya Bren and Parker have play dates whenever you get hurt. That's no news. So what is haunting your dreams Booth?" I figured I might as well ask since they were talking.
I saw Bren put her hand on his arm and squeeze it. "Five of my friends died when the second tower fell." He answered, his eyes misted and I instantly understood.
"You think it is your fault Booth but it isn't."
"How in the hell does she know that?" Booth quietly asked Bren without looking at me.
"Booth, you blame yourself whenever anything bad happens. I have been working with you for four years. Its not exactly a secret." I said reaching my hand across the table and putting it on his.
"This week is tough. We are going to visit his friends' families and also going to go visit Shelby's family. We will be going to the FBI memorial on Thursday and then back to work on Friday." Bren answered me softly still holding Booth's arm.
I almost felt bad for pushing them to tell me what was going on but I deserved to know.
"You guys do what you need to. Jack and I are here if either of you need to talk." I said getting up and giving them both quick hugs and walking out of the diner. They got up and walked out a couple minutes later holding each others hands.