Ch4- Flight
A/N: -from the floor- Man, you guys and your reviews! They are amazing. I still cannot believe how well this story is liked. FYI, this is the second last chapter.
Disclaimer: Sorry, Bones' line at the end of the previous chapter was not the product of my ingenious mind. I got it from 'Maid in Manhattan'.
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Angela's eyes fill up tearfully as she hugs her friend goodbye. "I just can't believe you're leaving, Bren."
"I know." Bones hugs her back, holding back identical tears. "I can't stay."
Ange stares at her, sad. "You're really going to do this to Booth?"
Brennan sets her jaw. "I will not ruin his life by staying here."
"Sweetie, it's going to kill him if you get on that plane."
"Don't try to talk me out of it, Ange," Brennan sighs resignedly. "It's no use."
Angela hugs her again, tighter. "Calls me, okay?"
"I will."
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"Where's Bones?" Booth demands angrily. "She's not here. She's not answering either of her phones. She's never late. Angela!"
Hodgins hides behind a microscope. "I have strict orders from Miss Montenegro and Dr. Brennan not to tell you, under any circumstances. Go away, please."
"ANGELA!" Booth growls loudly. "Where. Is. Bones."
Angela glares at him, a defiant expression on her face. "Not here, obviously."
"WHAT?" He stalks over to her, furious, but his anger fades at the look on her face. "Tell me where she is, Ange. Please."
His face changes, softens, and Angela sighs. "Booth, she's pregnant. She should be on her w ay to the airport right now, actually. She said she refused to complicate your life by staying at the Jeffersonian."
"What the hell was she thinking?" Booth runs his fingers through his hair and pivots on one heel, running out the door at a full tilt.
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Delayed. What a surprise. A storm, go figure.
As Brennan glances up at the plane schedule, she sighs. It's going to be a long night.