Disclaimier: I still don't own them, but if anyone wants to give Booth to me as a belated birthday gift, I'd be more than delighted!
A/N: I just want to say I'm SO sorry for not updating sooner. Life has been pretty crazy for me lately; my first year of high school started, I got into a car accident, and I have a LOT of homework (I've heard high school teachers like to give out lots of homework). So as you could probably guess that I haven't had a lot of time to write.
But anyway, here is the second chapter! I hope you like it, and please don't forget to review!
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
-Albert Einstein
Angela whistled cheerfully as she walked down the halls of the Jeffersonian; she had gotten laid last night by her most wonderful and experienced boyfriend. The things that man could do to her...
A grin spread across her face, she continued to her office. As she climbed the stairs to her office, she happened to glance down at the platform below her; there, on one of the examination tables lay a new set of bones. She stopped mid-song, wondering if they were from Limbo, or from Booth.
Skipping the trip to her own office, Angela instead continued to her friend's workplace. Knocking on the door, she pushed her way in without waiting for an answer. "Sweetie, I saw the bones…" She trailed off as she looked at Temperance's face. "You look like crap."
Brennan snorted. "Gee, thanks. It's so lovely to see you too."
Angela ignored the jibe. "Did you sleep last night?"
"Not really. I didn't get home until about four."
"What time did you get to work?"
"About six."
"Why in the world did you only sleep for two hours?" The artist asked in exasperation.
"The bones got here late. I stayed up to work on them, and then I just…lost track of time."
In response, Angela rolled her eyes. "I take it the bones are from Booth, then?"
Temperance nodded, a small yawn escaping her lips. "Found them in Virginia, in the backyard of some family. Anyway, I should have the skull for you in a bit."
"Okay. Are you sure you're okay, Sweetie? You really don't look to good."
The doctor turned away to hide her face, and then mumbled. "I haven't been sleeping well." Angela was silent, waiting for Brennan to continue. "I've been having strange dreams a lot this week."
Angela was perplexed; her friend never complained of having bizarre dreams. "About what?"
Another pause and a wry smile. "My last foster home; so I guess you could say they're nightmares."
"Oh Sweetie," she walked over to sit on the plush couch, "the system wasn't that bad, was it?"
"Most times it was. You never really belong anywhere, never have someone that completely understands you, and you don't have parents that will pay attention only to you. " She stopped for a second in memory. "But these aren't exactly bad dreams. I'm actually having dreams about Jimmy." When Angela didn't say anything, Temperance continued. "Have I told you about Jimmy?"
The artist shook her head. "No…"
"Jimmy was seven years younger than me, and lived the McPherson's- my last foster family before I got out- when I was there for six months. He was so sweet, and I took an instant liking to him. I was the oldest kid there, and so I didn't really have any friends; he and I bonded because he didn't either, and he really was quite intelligent." She had to take a deep breath, for she had started to talk very fast. "He actually stopped me from running away when I was planning to- and it's good that he did. The next week my grandfather took me out."
"I didn't know you had ever tried to run."
"I didn't think it was worth mentioning." Brennan said shortly, and then there was silence between them Finally Angela broke the awkward tension.
"Why do you think you're dreaming of him now?"
"I have no clue…" Temperance said wearily. "I never talked to him after I got out- and haven't really thought of him since."
"Then why-"
She cut her off with a voice that showed restrained frustration. "I don't know!"
Angela looked at her calmly. "You need some sleep, I think. Maybe you should go home."
At this, Temperance shook her head vehemently. "No, I need-"
"-to keep working. I get it. Have Zack bring me the skull when you're done." With that, Angela got up, and left Temperance to her own devices.
Dr. Brennan spent the rest of the morning working on the remains. When she was finished, she sent the skull to Angela through Zack, as she had been asked. Retiring to her office, she sat in the chair behind her desk, and dozed slightly.
Suddenly her phone rang, waking her rather rudely. Blinking, she tried to shake the sleep away as she answered the offensive ringing object. "Dr. Brennan."
"Hon, I've got the face. If you want to call Booth, I'd be glad to show it to both of you."
She nodded, although the artist on the other end couldn't see her. "Okay, I'll call right now."
"Thanks Bren. I figure it's easier to kill two birds with one stone, and get it over with…" Angela trailed off, as she realized her friend was no longer on the line. Shaking her head, she put the phone back in its cradle; she hated when Temperance did that.
Back at the FBI building Booth, too, was asleep in his office chair. He had gotten home so late last night, and had trouble falling asleep. He had just managed to get comfortable in his chair, and finally catch a bit of rest when his cell phone started jingling.
"'Ello?" He muttered, almost incoherently.
"It's Brennan. Angela's got the face, and wants you over here."
"Sure thing." Holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder, he pulled on his coat and grabbed his keys. "I'll be right there."
"Whenever you get here is fine…I've got plenty of things to keep me occupied."
Booth picked up on the weariness on her voice, and felt a twinge of concern. "You okay, Bones?"
"Fine." Her response was short, and so he figured that she didn't want to talk about it.
"Okay. Well, if you want to talk about it…" He trailed off, knowing that she would open up to him if she wanted. He just hoped she would.
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Charlotte