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Chapter 3: Strangers at Wong Foo's

…Six months later…

Angela sat at the bar in Wong Foo's as Sid, the owner/bartender of the quaint little place they regularly went to, to unwind, placed the drinks in front of their respectful owners. She watched as Booth sat with a little boy and a woman she assumed was the Rebecca, she had overheard him talking to on the phone a few days before. And from the fact that the boy called her momma and Booth daddy, she could only assume that there was a lot about Agent Seeley Booth she didn't know.

Booth was one man that was hard for her to read. She could normally tell what any man had on his mind, however with Booth, he revealed very few of his secrets to her. Most of these were about their mutual friend and colleague, who was probably still hunched over the remains of a body in 'limbo', as Zack called the bodies waiting in the basement for investigation. However, none of these secrets revealed to her how exactly they knew each other, or explained the dance they'd shared in her office, or finished the sentence that Cullen had interrupted that day in the lab.

She watched as Booth gave Rebecca a small hug and whispered something in her ear, as his hand intertwined with that of the curly headed blonde at his right. While Rebecca walked from the restaurant, Booth and the boy walked to the bar to sit beside her. "Angela this is my son, Parker. Parker this is the artist I told you about, you remember her?" at his nod, Booth smiled.

After making the introductions from son to colleague he ordered, "Whiskey…" at the tug on his pants he added, "and a coke." The gruff words from his lips, told her that he was having a really bad day. "We're not married, never were." He explained to her unasked question.

Angela could tell that he didn't want to say anything more so she left it at that. "Hey Parker; what have you been up to?" She asked his son, trying to distract him away from his father as he gulped down the alcohol.

The boy looked up at his father and at Booth's nod the boy knew that it was okay to talk to the stranger. No one, from the Jeffersonian, had ever met the boy, in fact no one really even knew about him, but the coincidental fact that they both, Booth and Angela, seemed to be at Sid's at the same time made keeping him a secret no longer possible. Just because the squint squad hadn't known about Parker, didn't mean that Parker didn't know about them because apparently Booth had spoken of them, for he seemed to know quite a lot about them. He couldn't help the smile that came as his son embarked upon telling the artist his sorted details of the day they'd had and the stories his father had told about the 'eyesquints' as Parker called them.

He turned back to the friend in his hand and thought as Angela and Parker seemed to hit it off. When Rebecca had shown up asking if he would take their son for the night because she had a date, first he was happy that he would be able to have more time with Parker. But then he suddenly felt jealous, he really didn't know why though, I don't love her anymore…unfortunately ever since… Argentina I've only… I love … Bones? At this realization, that only seemed to worsen his confusion induced headache, he blew out a long breath, rolled his eyes and ordered a second whiskey.

Angela watched as Brennan walked through the front doors, and very heavily sat on the bar stool beside Booth. Again the only words from her mouth told her that she'd had a bad day, "Vodka."

Booth vaguely noticed when she'd sat beside him but when she ordered her drink he smiled in spite of himself, "Hey Bones."

"Booth." She lifted her drink to him.

"Daddy!" shouted Parker, running to him, "This lady… Angela?" he said in question.

"Angela, right… what'd she do?"

"Look! She drew me!" The boy shouted happily and then ran back to Angela.

He watched his son with Angela and smiled. As he was turning back to his drink he saw the stunned look on Bones' face. And it suddenly hit him, he forgot that she didn't know about the boy or Rebecca. "Uh, Bones…"

"You have a child? You're married? You…didn't tell me?" she sounded hurt.

"Yes … and no." he answered her. "Parker, my son," he pointed to the boy, "And no Rebecca, never wanted to marry me."

"Why not?" she asked innocently, but as the grin on his face formed she realized the way it must have sounded, "I mean…" she glared at him, "why wouldn't she want a father figure for her son?"

He laughed at her, "I don't know… but as much as I want to be a part of Parker's life, fully, I'm glad that we didn't marry."

"Why?" Brennan was surprised.

He looked down at his drink and smiled as he saw her swallow the last bit of hers, and guessing that she'd had a horrible just as he, he spoke, "Another for the lady."

She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing, "Why are you glad and what makes you think I want another?"

He smiled at her reminiscently, "Because, I know that look. I know that when you're depressed or tired or have had a rough day, you drink two vodkas, hoping that it'll wash away the world and all the problems of it."

She stared at him, "You're right. How are you always right about me? How do you know so much about me without ever trying?" realizing that he was doing a great job at distracting her she added, "And you still haven't answered my question."

His eyes smiled at her, "I know you so well because I met the woman before I did the doctor." He paused, letting a breath out, "and I'm glad we didn't marry because, if she'd yes the night I asked… I would've never gotten the chance to dance with a mysterious woman in silk dresses, who drank two vodkas before she thought I'd arrived and a daiquiri afterwards."

She looked down and then glanced at Sid as he placed her Vodka in her hand. "You still remember what I drank?" At his nod she smiled up at him. "So, you were with Rebecca and she was pregnant, during Argentina?" Again he nodded and she again smiled to him thinking about the fact that he remembered the little details from three years ago.

She liked that he remembered that about her, as she threw back the last of her drink she looked him over once. His worn and rugged look reminded her of that first night, when she'd worked up the courage to ask him to dance. "Agent Booth?" she asked, with a hint of giddiness to her voice, as she turned her head toward him in a swift motion; the cross around her neck moved slightly.

"Yes, Dr. Brennan?" he smiled curiously at her.

Her face was now a glow with the most beautiful smile he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing, "You look like you could use a dance."

His smile spread at the offer and he nodded his head, letting her lead him out onto the 'not-really-a-dance-floor-floor'. And they began to dance. It was a slow, respectful, dance that could be shared in front of his son not to mention Sid and Angela, who were watching with great intensity.

Each smiled as they watched the two dance, like they were old pros…that's when it hit Angela and her grin grew. They had danced… and the main dance in Argentina, that she knew of, was the Tango. Well, well, well, the Tango… no wonder there's sexual tension. Angela thought. I'll have to use this information to my advantage.

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