A/N: Pardon the pun but I'm actually snow bound in my house. Pretty inspiring day to write a story like this. Carrie Underwood's on SNL tonight! Whoo I'm EXCITED! Haha.

Anyway you'll have to excuse me, here's chapter 8.

Chapter 8: He Wants You

Booth had never been so happy in his life to be watching TV. On top of that, he didn't even care there was nothing on, he was just grateful that at least someone had their electricity. Of course he couldn't help but think how the power came back on for the woman who turns on her television as frequently as she wins the lottery. Brennan could probably find a way to power her whole apartment building without electricity if she wanted to and yet she was the one with the power, the heat, andthe T.V. Booth chuckled to himself. That's life for ya.

Brennan came out drying her hair with a towel, "What's so funny?"

Booth smiled. He'd never seen her hair wet, but he liked the way it looked, "Do you ever use this thing?"

"Thing as in…?"

"The TV." Booth clarified.

She shrugged and threw the towel she was using into the laundry basket in the bathroom, "Occasionally." She replied folding her arms, "Why?"

"What kind of stuff do you watch?"

"Well I enjoy the…"

"Besides all those educational programs I bet you love to watch." Booth grinned at her.

"Besides them," Brennan began with a smile. He knew her too well. "I don't watch much other television. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to blow dry my hair since you are in an usually big rush to get to work."

"Oh come on Bones. You know you love it."

"I never denied that I happen to enjoy getting to work earlier than I'm supposed to but I'm pretty sure this is the first time we've shared that same likeness."

She answered before going into the bathroom to blow dry her hair.

Booth got up from the couch and stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Well with the weather I just want to prevent driving like a madman to get to work on time."

"What!" Brennan yelled over the blow drier.

He sighed, "I said," he began louder, "With the weather, I just want to prevent driving like a madman."

"Regardless of the weather Booth, it won't take us two hours to get to work."

"Yeah well you never know."

"What?" Brennan yelled yet again.

Booth raised his, "I said well…ah never mind."

She turned off the blow direr, "What?"

Now she turned that thing off, "Forget it."

"What's wrong?" She asked seeing that he appeared annoyed.

He shook his head. She could be so clueless at time, "Nothing."

Around 9:00, Booth and Brennan and Booth arrived at the Jeffersonian. They managed to kill time by attempting to pick up Brennan's car which still wasn't fixed before stopping for coffee.

Angela Montenegro looked up from the sketch she was drawing noticing two figures behind the glass doors of the lab's entrance. Seeing that the two people she saw weren't just any two people, she quickly moved behind a pole so she could give her undivided attention to them without getting accused for anything .

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind her.

Angela jumped, "Hodgins don't do that!"

"Do what?" he asked amused.

She gestured toward Brennan and Booth, "I'm kinda busy."

"Angela are you seriously spying? I never..." Hodgins joined Angela behind the pole, "Whoa…"

Angela smiled. She and Hodgins certainly were a match, "Yeah I know, they get really close to each other when they argue. I thought they were gonna make out the first couple of times I seen them do it." Angela looked back at Hodgins, "I know it's pretty hot."

Hodgins smiled mischievously at Angela before looking back out of the glass doors, "Hey where'd they go?"

Hodgins and Angela looked at each other in panic hearing that familiar sound that was only created when a card was swiped.

A worried look crossed Angela's face, "Oh sh…"

"Shit?" Brennan finished from behind them. Brennan folded her arms, "What were you doing?" she glared at Hodgins.

"Yeah, I'll get back to work." Hodgins darted away from the scene as fast as he could desperately looking for Zack for once.

Angela folded her arms and smiled, "So, what were you two talking about?"

"Angela, what's with the spying?"

"I wasn't spying, I was observing." Angela walked over to the drawing she had left on one of the autopsy tables, "He wants you Brennan."

Brennan tied her hair back into a pony tail before placing her hands on her hips, "Excuse me? Angela, we're partners."

"Partners who sleep in the same bed with eachother." Angela smiled devilishy, "What's that all about?"

"Booth's son and Rebecca were in his bed, there was no room anywhere else." Brennan defended.

"Does he have a couch?"

Brennan sighed, "Ange, he's my partner."

"Sweetie, he wants you." Angela completed one of the features on the face she was sketching, "And I think you want him too."

She shook her head, "I do not want Booth!"

"You two look pretty hot for each other when you ague."

"We are not hot for each other Ange. Seriously."

"Is his chest as hot as I imagined it? How about his…"

Brennan interrupted her before she could go any further, "I wouldn't know."

"Well I could see this conversation is going nowhere." Angela sighed.

"You've noticed?"

Angela smiled, "Hey after work today, you, me, Hodgins, Zack, at this amazing club that just opened. What do you say?"

"Ange I don't know."

"Sweetie, it's Friday. Come on pleeeeease?" Angela stuck out her bottom lip which successfully made Brennan smile.

"Fine." She agreed, "But do you think you can pick me up? I don't want to be dependent on Booth."

"Pick you up at 8?"

Brennan smiled, "Sure."

When she was sure Brennan was nowhere in eavesdropping distance, she whipped out her phone and searched for Booth's number. Once she found his number, she selected it and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Booth, it's Ange."

Booth looked confused, "Oh hey Ange. Uh what's up?

"I was wondering…"

"How many times do I have to tell you, I did not have sex with Brennan?"

She laughed, "Sex on the brain Booth? That's not why I called."

"Oh." He now felt very stupid.

"Do you want to come to Club Ice with me Hodgins, Zack, and Brennan?"

"Bones is definitely going?"

She smiled, "Yup."

"I guess I could make it."

"Great. See you at 8."

Angela put her phone back into her pocket. Mission complete.