A/N I'm posting two chapters today-and this will be the end of the story. It really was intended as a little short story for a short scene. For anyone who's read it-I appreciate it.

And I wish I owned Bones, but I don't.


'Booth." Angela's voice squeaked a little, and Booth raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Booth looked back and forth between Angela and Oliver. "Dropping off some paperwork from the FBI for Cam and taking Bones to lunch. What are you two doing? And what exactly does Wells here need to pay attention to?"

"I believe Angela is referring to the fact I asked Dr. Brennan out on a date."

Angela groaned. "Seriously. What did I tell you about shutting up, Oliver?"

"I don't see why-" Oliver broke off. Booth's face was expressionless now-a blank stare focused entirely on Oliver Wells. "Agent Booth, I am aware that she is your fiancé, and I had no interest in a relationship outside of a conversational one. I'm certainly not interested in her romantically or sexually."

Booth took one step toward the other man, still with no expression on his face.

Oliver was starting to look a little unnerved. "It's not that she isn't attractive, but I don't really feel we would be compatible."

"Yeah," Angela murmured. "Because you don't like her."

Booth's head swiveled towards Angela at that comment, then turned back to Oliver, who by now was starting to inch towards the door. "I simply meant that we view things entirely differently. We clash on a number of ideas and philosophies."

Angela was starting to actually look cheerful now; seeing Oliver in full retreat was definitely worth watching.

Booth's arms were folded across his chest now-and he had the same look on his face as when he was staring at a suspect. Oliver kept stammering out excuses-and finally turned at left the office.

"Nice." Angela smiled at Booth. Then she hesitated. "Look, Booth-" And then she looked startled at the huge grin on his face.

"Relax, Angela. Bones and Hodgins both told me what happened. Figured I'd come have some fun at his expense."

Angela stared. "You knew."

"Of course, Angela." Brennan said from the doorway. "I wouldn't keep something like that from Booth." She walked over to Booth and tilted her head. "I assume from the way Dr. Wells left this office, you threatened him in some way?"

"Nope, Bones. Didn't say a word." At Brennan's frown, he said, "You can ask Angela. I didn't say anything to him."

"That's true, Bren. He didn't say anything at all." As both of them walked out, Angela said under her breath, "He didn't have to."


As smart as Oliver Wells is, he has no street smarts whatsoever. Him vs. Booth-no contest.