A/N: Nope still don't own them.
A/N: This is set after the season three finale (forgot to mention that before) but there aren't really any spoilers. Enjoy
The Waiting
Jack glanced at the clock again. The sixth time in the last ten minutes. The clock seemed to have all but stopped. No matter how often he looked, it couldn't quite reach midday. He turned back to his microscope. He knew Booth and Brennan wanted his analysis ASAP. But to say he was having trouble concentrating was an understatement. Booth knew the body they were presently working on was linked to a murder two years ago, but couldn't prove it. Yet. That was where Jack and the rest of the squints came in. However the squint squad was depleted. Brennan's new grad. student wasn't quite as brilliant or quick as Zac and Angela was in Florida 'talking' to her husband.
Jack rubbed his tired face. Since Angela left 3 days ago, he had hardly slept. Correction hadn't slept. At all. He came into work early today hoping that it would take his mind off the range of possible happenings that were running through his head. Tormenting him. But so far, in six hours he had achieved nothing. Well not quite nothing. He had made a lab technician cry, twice. He had shouted so loudly at Brennan's new grad student that she had wanted to hit him (he saw her fist curl) and he had broken his favourite coffee mug that Angela made for him. It had a drawing of Jack on it with the caption 'The Bugman'.
Jack sighed. Turning back to his microscope he again tried to concentrate. But instead he found his mind wandering. To Angela. To her husband. To what might be happening between them. Jack had tried hard, but he couldn't help but regress. All his insecurities, that he thought were long gone began surfacing again. He was back in high school, the science geek, the nerd with the floppy curly hair who watched as the 'Jock' got the beautiful girl.
He knew he out grew that. He had had his fair share of beautiful women throughout his life. But the small voice in the back of his head still occasionally popped up saying 'they only want you for your money'. Angela had however silenced the voice. Completely. She didn't care about his money. She loved him, for him. But she had gone to Florida on her own. And it was driving him crazy. She had phoned him of course. Morning, noon and night. Just like she had said she would. But still he would be more than happy when she returned that evening.
Arrgh. Frustrated and annoyed he reached for the band around his wrist. Only to find it gone. Angela had done that. He hadn't worn it for months. Hadn't needed it. But now, with Angela gone………. He heard footsteps quietly approaching his workstation and chose to ignore them. When they stopped nearby, he continued to ignore them. However the footsteps cleared their throat, forcing him to look up. Dr Temperance Brennan was standing quietly. Her hands up as if in surrender.
"Dr B. I didn't see you there," Jack apologised.
"No your deliberate ignoring me would cloud your sight." Jack sighed. He just wished she would go away.
"How are your investigations coming along," continued Brennan. "Have you found a link yet?"
Jack turned facing the forensic anthropologist completely. He couldn't lie. He didn't have squat.
"I am working on it. I haven't finished yet though." Even to Jack that sounded lame. He looked at Brennan expecting to see disappointment, but he didn't. Instead his boss moved closer. Leaning on the side of the desk.
"Jack," she began "you have been distracted. I see that, but I don't understand why."
Jack ran his fingers through his hair. Dr Brennan was brilliant, but completely oblivious at the same time. He was distracted because of Angela, why didn't she realise that? It took him a moment to realise that she was still speaking.
"It isn't logical. Your distracted because Angela is away. Nothing has changed since she left. You still love her. She still loves you. You have a job to do, so do it."
"Dr Brennan," Jack began, "its not that simple."
Brennan moved closer to Jack. And smiled.
"Yes Jack it is. I know Angela. I know how she feels about you. She has gone to Florida. To talk to her soon to be ex husband. That is all. Now go back to work please."
Jack smiled, for the first time since Angela left. She may often be tactless but for once she had said exactly the right thing. Jack actually felt better.
"Thanks Dr B.," said Jack "I just wish she was home"
"Well," said a voice behind him "Your in luck."
Angela was back.
So what happened in Florida?
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