Never fear, the fluff is here. Okay, so, this one is not as fluffy as the rest, but tomorrow night you're in for another fluff fest so don't worry. I just felt like there was a need for more Angela involvment and despite how much we all want Booth and Brennan to get in a car and run off to Fiji together and make like Angela and Garyson... this is a family show: and by that I mean, it's about all of them working together, not just B/B and I felt the need to continue that in this psuedo-fic.
Enough rambling! On with the show!
R&R please!!
Brennan was seated in her office next to Angela on her couch. She was absent mindedly staring at the teaching skeleton that had been rolled into her office after the packaging had been disposed of. All of the employees of the medico legal lab had suspiciously eyed the skeleton as it was wheeled in, and those who hadn't gotten a peak of it had been walking by her office door all day, slowing down at the threshold to catch a glance at the gift that Temperance Brennan had received in the mail.
It seemed as though it was more unusual to everyone in the lab for a set of fake bones to be sent to the Jeffersonian rather than actual human remains; and that fact seemed slightly upsetting to Brennan, but she couldn't help but agree with the abnormality of it.
Hodgins and Zach found the skeleton to be amusing; immediately finding objects to decorate the frame with. Zach placed a top hat on the skeleton's head which he had had in his desk drawer for the past three years which Hodgins explained had been there since the founder's ball when Zach attempted to don it that night before Hodgins beraded him about it. Hodgins had positioned the skeleton with his hands on his hips; or pelvic bones in this instance, and secured a wrapped cigar in its mouth, and Angela donated a black scarf to the cause and gave him the Venetian knot which only added to the sluethy gentleman look that the skeleton was beginning to resemble.
"I wonder if he has a face." Angela said turning to Brennan with a mischevious grin.
"I can guarantee that he does have a face, Ange. But I'm sure that it would be rather generic and plain with no poignant features."
Angela shrugged and turned back to the skeleton, "At least now I have a project for a rainy day."
Brennan turned to her, now wearing a look of confusion, "Why can't you work on it when it's sunny or snowing?"
Angela tilted her head back and let a loud laugh escape her lips, "It's just an expression, Bren. It means that its something to do when you have nothing better to do."
Brennan nodded in silent recognition of the phrase and sighed, "What am I going to do, Ange." She said, sounding slightly more desperate than she had intended. After all, this was merely a game. It's not like she was really in need of any kind of serious help.
She momentarily realized that she was asking for help from Angela in order to procure a gift for Booth that would relay her feelings for him. Her feelings of love. Her heart began beating faster and her eyes widened, "Oh my God." She said tensing up.
Angela immediately shifted toward her friend and placed a hand on her arm, "What sweetie? What's wrong?"
"Angela," Brennan said shifting her gaze toward her, "I'm in love with Booth." She said exasperatedly.
Angela giggled and squeezed her arm, "Uh, yeah, Bren. What? Are you just realizing this now after all of the tokens of love you two have sent each other?"
Brennan raised her hand to her forehead and rubbed it vigorously, "I… I guess, it just didn't even occur to me. I was focusing so much on the game aspect of it that I didn't even realize what the game was about. He doesn't even know that I love him, Ange."
"Honey, I'm pretty sure that he knows by now."
"How could he possibly know when I've never told him?"
"You've said it yourself, Bren. He's got a gift for reading people. He knows."
Brennan nodded her head and relaxed a little, becoming more comfortable on the couch, "The other day we were going to a crime scene and recently we've been holding hands in the car…"
Angela squealed, interrupting Brennan's train of thought, "Sorry sweetie. I know that you're all used to this and everything, but I have been waiting for this for three years and have yet to see you two together for more than five minutes. I need time to get over the initial shock and excitement." Angela paused, waiting for a reaction from Brennan. When she received none except the blank stare of her friend, she said, "Continue, please."
"We've been holding hands in his car and..." Brennan stiffened again, only this time she was beaming, "I've got it Ange. I know my next play."