A/N: Another chapter. Hope you enjoy it. The first three chapters are really just building up the story so hang in there and hopefully there'll be a little more of a storyline in the ones to come.
Temperance Brennan was once again sitting at her desk, much as she was that morning. But this time no file was to be seen and her computer screen remained empty and blank. She was staring off into space and Angela could almost see the wheels turning in her head.
"That was quite a show out there" She remarked softly
"Hey Ange, yea I'm sorry. It seems Booth may have solved the case before I even had a chance to sift through the evidence thoroughly. How does he do it Ange? How can he know so much about people just by observing the way they act?" Brennan watched her best friend sit down on the seat across from her.
"Sweetie, You know how you once said that you're the "brain" and Booth's "heart"? Well, what he does, it takes a lot of heart. I guess you can say, he almost becomes the victim or perpetrator, in order to understand their actions. He understands that he is human and his actions are therefore, stereotypically - human. And because of what he knows about himself, he concludes that other humans would be the same." Angela stated simply, not knowing if she was getting through to her best friend.
"Angela, contrary to popular belief, I'm Human." She replied exasperated "I understand that Humans all have the same primitive instincts and that their behaviour is typically the same, especially under certain situations." Brennan replied fervently
"True, but you do have a habit of closing off your feelings, even from yourself. What Booth does, he bares his soul, his feelings, his emotions, everything about him. He looks inside himself to find the answers, even if he doesn't like what he finds sometimes. Sweetie, you have to be willing to give something of yourself, to be able to do that." Angela said pointedly, knowing that Brennan needed truthful answers.
"I know Ange, I'm working on it. It's just hard; I'm so used to pushing away my feelings, forgetting my problems and focusing on the solid facts. I'm afraid of getting hurt. Losing my parents, and Russ, that broke me and I'm not sure if I can be fixed." Brennan admitted sadly. This was the most honest she'd ever been to Angela, maybe even to herself.
"Well, your doing a pretty good job I can tell you that. Sweetie, I am so proud of you, you've come a long way these past 4 years. You know that a certain special agent has got a lot to do with that. Let him in Bren, he cares about you more than you think" with that said, Angela squeezed her Best friends hand and turned to make her way out of her office.
"Ange, he doesn't see me in that way" Brennan protested "How could he? I'm stubborn and unfeeling, most people see me as emotionally detached. I wouldn't be able to give him anything meaningful, He deserves better." She added bitterly
Angela spun around at her friends' words "First of all, yes he does! And second of all, don't ever think of yourself that way! Sure you can be a little stubborn" Angela smiled at this before continuing "but you're also the kindest, most compassionate person I have ever met. Sweetie, trust me, Booth sees all that and more. You deserve to be happy." She strode to her best friend and hugged her.
"Thanks Ange" Brennan said genuinely as they pulled apart.
"It's just the truth, Hon" Angela shrugged, before spinning around and walking out the door. Brennan watched her leave before booting up her computer to begin working on the next chapter of her book.
An hour later Brennan gave up trying, she had re-written the same paragraph 5 times. Resting her head on the back of her seat she thought back to her conversation with Angela, she sat up abruptly as a thought entered her mind – 'why did she care so much, whether Booth cared for her as more than a partner and friend?' Shaking her head, a movement caught her eye through the glass windows of her office - "speak of the devil" she murmured watching as Booth strode towards the platform.
She thought back on the morning, replaying the events. She couldn't deny that, given the way things had been going the past few weeks, there was evidence of a change in their relationship. 'You are in denial, just admit you have feelings for him' she scolded herself mentally, still watching as he made his way off the platform and strode toward her office. Quickly picking up the folder in front of her she started jotting down notes, pretending to be busy.
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