A/N: Nope still don't own them. Not sure I want to either, the pressure would be too much

A/N: I suck at updating I know. Too much real life to do multi- chapter fics.

A trip to New York??

Angela was trying hard to concentrate. It was nearly midday, and today she had achieved very little. Luckily there was nothing pressing. A few 'Limbo' skulls to put faces too, a new 'trick' she was trying to get the Angelator to do, and a stack of paperwork from past files. Luckily Cam was in Boston guest lecturing to County Coroners. Angela was sure she would not be pleased.

Angela couldn't help it. She had tried, really tried to do what she had to do, but her mind kept wandering. Her husband, who was not yet her ex-husband, had again refused to sign the divorce papers. Jack had said they would work it out, but they hadn't as yet spent too much time discussing it.

Jack was too busy bending over backwards, trying to get forgiveness for doubting Angela's feelings. And Angela was enjoying it far too much to tell him to stop. A smile tugged at Angela's mouth. So far he had brought her breakfast in bed every morning, taken her to her favourite restaurants for dinner and taken her shopping where he tagged along, not complaining, and sitting quietly outside the change room to ooh and ahh appreciatively at her choices. She even went to a couple of extra shops just to prolong the agony. Angel stifled a giggle at the thought. She did however, get Jack a present - in the form of a cute, red, lacy teddie which made him clutch his heart dramatically the first time she wore it.

Angela sighed. But that had stopped. Jack was called away the day before yesterday to New York to deal with some emergency The Cantilever Group couldn't possibly sort without him.

Getting up from her desk, Angela moved towards the stack of files teetering precariously on her desk. She picked up the first one absent mindedly. Opening it up she forced her mind to pay attention. It was a case Booth had brought in a few weeks ago, a guy they had found wedged between two cars in a wreckers yard. Correction, half a guy. They hadn't been able to find his left leg or either of his arms. That however hadn't stopped Brennan from identifying him, or Booth from catching the bad guy.

A tap at the door broke Angela's concentration. She looked up and saw Brennan in the doorway. Again a smile broke across her face.

"Sweetie," she began moving away from the desk and towards her friend "what a surprise. You coming to see little old me."

"Angel you are not old. You are only 30. Your also not little, even with out heels you tower over me." Brennan replied.

"It's a saying Bren. Not everything has to be taken literally."

Brennan moved in to the room and flopped down on the couch. Angela turned and leaned against her desk. "So how are those Limbo faces coming? Have you finished any yet?" Angela indulged her with a smile.

"No. Just as none of them were finished last time you asked, which by my clock was 53 minutes ago"

"What is taking so long?" asked Brennan.

"What is the hurry Sweetie? They have been in Limbo forever."

"Angela, " Brennan chastised "everybody deserves a name and a proper burial. It is what we do."

"You're bored" Angela retorted.

"What. No, I'm not. These remains need to be identified. I have plenty to keep me busy. I have hundreds of bodies to examine, a new grad student to find, emails to answer …." Brennan trailed off.

"You know Bren, it's okay to miss him"

"Who?"

"Oh Sweetie," Angela laughed, "don't play dumb. It so doesn't become you. For the last two days you have been popping in to my office every hour or so, asking me about unimportant things, chatting, generally being a bother all because you miss Booth"

"No I don't" said Brennan, but the words didn't even convince herself.

"Look," said Angela "why don't we head to the Diner for some lunch. It will distract us both. You can even call Booth and see if he will tell you any great FBI secrets he is learning in Virginia. Then you can tell him you miss him and beg him to come home early"

"Angela I am not begging Booth to come home early" Brennan stated standing and walking towards her friend.

"Okay, well then you just call him, tell he you miss him. We'll eat and talk about when the two of your are likely to get a clue" Angela headed out the door laughing as she walked, while Brennan followed along the smile on her lips, betraying the frown she was trying so hard to form.

When Angela arrived back at the Jeffersonian a couple of hours later, she thought she would be finally able to concentrate. She had had a great lunch with Brennan, talking through possibilities of what to do with her husband, talking about Booth and just generally chatting. Angela was only slightly disappointed that Brennan had insisted they go back to work, rather than go shopping.

As she walked back into her office, she went straight to the Angelator. Having decided that that was where she would focus her energy until it was time to go home. She dropped her bag on the couch only to have it buzz in protest. Grabbing it back, she ferreted around until her hand connected with her phone.

Flipping it open and seeing the caller ID a smile spread across her face.

"He Baby," she cooed into the phone "This is a pleasant surprise"

"Hey Angie," replied Jack "what are you up to?"

"Oh you know me," Angela continued walking toward the Angelator "hard at work as always"

"Really? Is that why when I called you half an hour ago, and an hour ago, and an hour and a half ago, the young intern who answered the phone told me you were at lunch"

Angela flopped down on the chair.

"Well apart from that I have been flat out. Where are you anyway? It seems very noisy?"

"I am on my way home baby. All finished up here so I commandeered the company plane. I should be touching down about 6pm"

Angela let out a squeal of glee in response.

"Do you want to me at The Italian at 7? We can have a nice dinner to celebrate."

"What are we celebrating?" Angela asked sitting up in her chair, already mentally picking out what she would wear.

"You, me, us – anything you like. So what do you say? Want to go on a date with me?"

Angela sighed happily. Standing she walked towards the couch.

"Of course. I'll see you at 7. Love you"

"Love you too" ended Jack as he hung up.

Angela pulled up at the restaurant a few minutes after 7. Suprisingly, she got a spot right out the front. The Italian was in an old converted warehouse right in the heart of D.C. She had been here a couple of times before with Jack so knew the food and service would be exquisite. It was all about the meal here. No rushing. It also seemed a little like the Hotel California. Everybody entered via the front, but the exit took you out at the side, so if you didn't know better it looked like 'you could check in but never leave'.

Angela walked up the steps briskly before entering the large foyer. As before the first thing she noticed was the beautiful aroma emanating from the kitchen. She then looked up at the gorgeous ceiling. Thousand of small lights twinkled down at her so it looked like she was standing outside on a beautiful clear night.

Taking a couple of steps forward she moved towards the entrance of the restaurant, mildly surprised that the Maitre'de was not standing there waiting to greet her.

"Hey Beautiful"

Angela turned to the voice to see Jack standing waiting for her. They quickly walked to each other. Angela throwing her arms around Jacks neck, as he slid his arms around her waist. A long, lingering kiss said hello for both of them.

"Miss me?" asked Jack a little huskily when they broke apart.

"Maybe," Angel replied "are you sure this place is open? It looks awfully quiet." She paused for a moment "Though it smells great"

"Angie," Jack began, dropping his arms and grasping her hands "Lets have a quick chat before we go in"

Jack led Angela to a love seat under the window. Angela eyed Jack suspiciously. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what she heard.

"I have a confession to make. I wasn't in New York." Jack took a deep breath and continued "I was in Florida"

So what happened in Florida? Tune in next time to find out.

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