Is anyone still interested in this story? I love writing it, but I'm just curious because we're going to get into the main plot starting in chapter five. Before I continue with the next chapter I'd like to say thanks to those who are reading it. If there are any mistakes and grammar problems my apologies. I've been sick these last few days.


It was a beautiful Monday morning, the sounds of love echoed into the air, as the dormant of emotions lay restless in the past. The veering wind glided by with elegance and grace in the baby blue sky. Every now and then the sun would shine against the gentle waters of humanity causing those to be set free into the calming winds. The thought of loosing yourself in the wraths of those demons never seemed relevant sometimes because often those want to move on. Life was too short to have the nagging feeling of anger and despair wrecking your changes of happiness.

That was why Angela was keeping a secret from her best friend, to protect her from the victim's identity. The victim, according to Clark and Daisy was beaten several times in the head, chest and strangled with an object. She was thirty six years old, had many broken bones that had been healed from years of domestic abuse. She was a mother, according to the widening shape of the pelvic bone, she was also someone Angela held dear to her heart.

"So, how is this little Booth doing?" she asked, moving closer to her best friend on the sofa.

"She is doing wonderful Angela." Brennan didn't look up, she was just unstrapping the child from the car seat.

"She didn't sleep well last night for some reason." She then lifted the strap up gently over the baby's head and smiled at her. "Yes, I know, you're getting out." Brennan said softly, as the baby clapped her hands together and smiled.

"Did you try rocking her back and forth?"

She looked up and nodded. "Yeah, Booth did, but she was crying an hour later."

"How is Michael doing?" She asked, glancing at Angela who was watching them with a spaced out smile plastered on her face.

"Oh! He's great, he's um-" She glanced at the clipboard and then back at Brennan. "He is just with his dad." She let out a shaky breath and watched Brennan holding her baby to her chest.

While both of their children blossomed beautifully, Brennan was still concerned about how to deal with her feelings about watching her grow. A small part of her wanted Olivia to stay a baby forever, but the rational side of her thought it was ridiculous to think of such a thing.

"You know, they seem to grow so fast," she looked down at the baby and felt her eyes fill with tears.

"I couldn't agree more. I mean Michael's already walking."

Both women shared a knowing smile. They were both mothers, after all this time knowing each other, Angela and Brennan couldn't ask for such happier moments in their lives.

"Is it normal to not want her to grow up," she laughed at this stupid irrational feeling. "I know it's irrational. People grow up and evolve but she's so young. You know?"

Brennan never wanted Olivia to see how dangerous the world could be. Her life in foster care had been her hell and she wasn't going to let her daughter have the scars that Booth and her did.

"So, young, so innocent."

That sentence made Angela's blood run cold.

Brennan looked up to see that Angela was tense and unfocused again. In the years of knowing Angela Montenegro, she always knew what to say, but today she was quiet and shaking her head up and down like Booth's bobble head bobby doll. Brennan shifted in her seat nervously, her palms were sweaty and her heart raced. She looked down to the floor, then glancing at Olivia nervously.

This is the part when you begin to talk nonstop. Not me.

She leaned forward and waved her hand in Angela's face until she snapped out of it. "Angela this is the part when you're supposed to say something."

Angela blinked. "What?" She raised her eye brow, smoothed her dress out and just stared at her best friend, thoughtfully.

Brennan put her fears aside for a moment, she took a deep breath and asked softly. "What is going on Ange?"

Angela's heart sped up, her nerves were fried with horror, and her face became sweaty. "Huh?" She shook her head and ignored her concern. "Nothing sweetie." She said, glancing at her clipboard again.

Often times people lie to spare their friends worries, their fears and their feelings. Angela was like this. She always wanted the best for people, but at times wasn't sure that she always knew how to hide it from them.

"Angela, there is clearly something wrong with you," Brennan said matter in fact. She moved her hands up and tilted her head. "You seem very unfocused, your forehead is sweaty and you look pale."

"Sorry sweetie, I just have a lot on my mind right now." She rubbed her temples.

"Is Michael okay?" Brennan asked, she put her hand on her knee.

"Yeah honey he is okay."

Brennan watched as Angela got up from the sofa, she didn't know what was on the artist's mind, but something was wrong. Angela's arms lay languid to her sides, her back was turned from her and her eyes were closed tightly. The world was spinning with questions, concerns, worry and fear. Every now and then the world would turn back to normal, but what if didn't? What if the world was spinning uncontrollably and she couldn't make it stop.

"Angela, what is it?" She said slowly, allowing her voice to break through to her best friend. She put Olivia back in the car seat and walked up to her.

Angela opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling before her. She didn't want to tell Brennan about the woman's remains they were currently working on. The woman was beaten, stabbed in the chest and had years of domestic abuse under her belt. She felt tears filling her eyes because of the emotional turmoil the victim's son could be going through right now. She bit her lip, and slowly turned to face Temperance Brennan.

"I'm sorry sweetie."

Brennan's nose pinched with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Angela took one more glance at her clipboard and shook her head. "You need to call Booth now."

"Why?" she demanded.

"Because of this." She said, handing her the clipboard that she had been guarding this entire time.


I'm evil because there is a cliff hanger. Please tell me what you think.

There is another (story) that is related to this one called Chasing Shadows if you're interested.