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"You're what?" Angela asked, her voice high and squeaky.

Brennan shook her head. She didn't know what had possessed her to tell Angela that she and Booth were going undercover as a married couple. She could have just told her the raw facts, leaving out the specifics about the fake marriage.

"Going undercover, as a married couple," Brennan repeated, finally meeting Angela's gaze head on.

Angela grinned widely. "This is," she stammered. "Awesome."

"Well, I'm glad that I have your approval." Brennan's retort was more scathing than she had planned, but she really didn't have the time or inclination to listen to her best friend gush over the assignment. "I really need to get home and pack a few things before Booth picks me up. I only stopped by to pick up my car." She moved out of her office into the main lab.

Angela hurried after her. "Oh don't think you are escaping this so quickly. What are you packing? Can I help?"

Brennan stopped and turned to Angela. "Angela, I'm perfectly capable of packing a suitcase. It's not a big deal. I do know how to fold." She sighed. "You know, I'm not even sure why I told you. I knew you'd react excessively."

Angela smiled and touched Brennan's shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "You told me, because I am your best friend."

Brennan nodded. She was.

"You also told me because subconsciously you want me to help you pack for your big live in date with that hunky partner of yours."

Brennan huffed. "Angela, you know I don't put much stock in psychology. I highly doubt I subconsciously wanted to do anything."

Angela shook her head. "No sweetie. Just because you don't like psychology doesn't mean it doesn't exist." She paused, her face stern. "You're not getting out of this, I'm helping you pack."

Brennan sighed in defeat. "Fine, but we need to go now. Booth is picking me up in less than an hour."

Angela squealed and jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. "Alright, let's get going. This is so exciting!"

Brennan just smiled a crooked smile and shook her head. How did she seriously put up with this?

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"Whoah, sweetie, since when do you own these?" Angela held up a black push up bra and matching lace thong.

Brennan looked over at her, shaking her head for the hundredth time since arriving at her apartment. "Since I bought them, now put them back."

Angela shook her head. "Oh no, these are going in the bag. These are SO going in the bag." She tossed the matching set into the large duffel that was lying on Brennan's bed. Clothes of all different colors were scattered around it creating an almost mosaic halo.

Brennan made to grab the set out of the bag, but stopped herself at Angela's death glare. "Fine, just because they are in the bag, doesn't mean that they will get worn."

Angela smiled, picking up a blouse and rolling it so it didn't wrinkle. "Oh I'm not worried about that. As long as Booth gets to see them and gets his imagination flowing…or other things."

Brennan blushed. "Ange!"

Angela shrugged. "Sorry, but he's got the hots for you. Deal with it." She smiled over at Brennan and placed several more items into the bag.

Brennan sighed deeply, her breath coming out of her nose loudly. Turning she made her way into her bathroom and packed up her necessary toiletries: body wash, shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, toothpaste and razor. Feeling like she was forgetting something, she turned to her sink and grabbed her face wash. Satisfied with her packing, she returned to the bedroom and saw that Angela had finished packing her bag for her. She could only wonder what all was in there. Hearing the doorbell, she resigned herself to the fact that there wasn't time to go through and check, so she'd just have to deal with Angela's choices. Dropping her toiletry bag into her duffel, she picked it up and carried it to the living room, where Angela was talking to Booth.

"Hey Bones," he greeted. "You all ready?"

"Not quite yet. Give me a second." She grabbed a sweater from her coat closet and tossed it onto the bag, and grabbed her coat, pulling it on. She zipped up her bag, and hoisted it onto her shoulder. It was heavy. What the hell had Angela packed for her? It had to be her whole closet…maybe even some of Angela's closet.

"You want me to get that Bones?" Booth took a step towards her, his arm out to take the bag.

"No, I've got it," Brennan said through gritted teeth. "It's really not that heavy."

"Really," Booth laughed. "Because the vein popping out of your forehead seems to indicate otherwise."

Brennan nodded. "I've got it." She emphasized again. Turning to Angela she leaned in for a hug. "Thanks for your help. I'll be in contact with you to see how things are going at the lab."

Angela returned the hug. "We've got it under control. You just go and do your thing. Everything will be fine when you get back."

Brennan nodded and walked out into the hall. "Angela, be sure to lock up before you leave."

Angela held up Brennan's house key. "I got it. I'm going to clean up the mess that we made, and then I'll be out of here." They had already decided that Angela would pick up her mail everyday so it didn't cumulate too much.

"Okay, then I guess I'm ready to go," Brennan turned back to Booth. "Oh, one more thing," she reached into her pocket feeling for the item she was searching for. Smiling, she pulled it out; the wedding band. Not daring to look up at either of them, she quickly slipped it onto her left ring finger, amazed that it fit perfectly. Swallowing hard, she looked up at Booth. He was staring at her, his face lit up in the biggest grin she'd ever seen. Oh, he was having way too much fun with this.

Turning from him, she looked back at Angela, who wore a matching expression.

"Oh, will you two give it a rest," She huffed, holding up her hand. "Yes, I'm wearing a wedding band, don't overreact."

Pushing passed Booth, she headed down the hallway, waiting for him to follow. He caught up with her quickly, as she stabbed the elevator button. The doors opened and the two stepped into it, barely hearing Angela's brazen command: "Do everything I would do!"

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