Booth and Angela were still sitting in Brennan's room, watching her anxiously. Brennan hadn't moved - the doctors assured them that she would come around in time.

"This reminds me of when Brennan was in the hospital with you," Angela remarked. Booth made a face.

"Maybe we should talk to her. It worked with you."

"Yeah, I woke up thinking we were married and she was pregnant."

"Well, we'll steer clear of that. Just, talk about what you did last night. You know, the most recent thing in her mind."

Booth looked at Angela. "Why don't you go first?"

"Alright. Sweetie," Angela said, speaking to an unconscious Brennan. "I'm here, and Booth's here. We want to you wake up. There are some really old dead bodies at the Jeffersonian just waiting for you."

"And I've got a case," inserted Booth. "What? She likes those. It's just a little white lie."

Angela smiled. "Me and Cam went out last night. How's that for some news? Brennan?"

"Angela, I don't think this is going to work."

"No it will. I know. She needs to hear your voice, Booth."

"Oh, come on Angela, you're her best friend."

"Not all the time," she said, smiling.

"Fine. Bones. Wake up. If you don't, I'm gonna think it's in retaliation for something."

"Retaliation for what?" Angela asked.

"Oh, you know, just another day at the office. Me and Bones bickering."

Angela nodded knowingly. "Arguing, sexual tension, going out to eat just the two of you," she said absentmindedly. Booth made a face, but Angela hadn't meant anything by it.

"Typical day."

Just then Booth's cell phone rang again.

"Booth." He listened and hung up. "Me and Bones have a case, but she's not even awake yet, yet alone functioning well enough to figure out what killed people."

"I guess it'll have to wait. I think you should stay here. You know how Bren'll be if she wakes up and you're not here."