Angela followed Brennan down the hallway and into the woman's restroom. "C'mon, Sweetie."

Brennan whipped around and narrowed her eyes. "No. It is unnecessary and illogical for me to go shopping for something new when I already have acceptable clothing in my closet at home. I have much more practical and important uses for my money than to spend it on my wardrobe."

Angela's eyes twinkled and she smiled. "So you'll go? On a date with Booth, I mean?" she asked, unable to disguise the eagerness in her voice.

"I never said I would go and it's not a date, Ange; it's two friends going to dinner, nothing more." Brennan pulled one of the stall doors open and disappeared behind it.

Angela leaned back against the counter and groaned. "You're no fun, Bren." She paused. "And it is a date."

"It is not!"

"Keep telling yourself that, Sweetie. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, Booth asked you out on a date. This isn't just two friends going to dinner or two work partners meeting some place for a shared meal. This is a date. 'A candlelight, flowers, expensive wine, good conversation, delicious food, a goodnight kiss, and maybe even a romp between the sheets if the dinner goes well or to salvage a horrible evening' kind of date."

"Angela!" Brennan emerged from the stall and walked up to the sink counter. Flipping on the faucet, she washed her hands, ignoring her best friend.

"Give me one good reason why you're not going to go."

"I have work."

"Bullshit, Brennan."

Brennan gasped, drying her hands.

"I'm not buying it. You work too much, Bren. It's time to live a little. When a handsome hunk asks you out on a date, you go. That's the most sensible thing to do."

"Where's your evidence that supports you conclusion?" Brennan tossed the crumpled paper towel in the trash and made to exit the restroom, but Angela jumped in front of the door before she had a chance to pull it open. "Move, Angela. I have to get back to work."

"Oh, no, you don't. You're not leaving this room until you agree to at least consider going on a date with Booth."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Brennan pouted. "It's not a date."

"What's the big deal?"

"If I recall correctly, you had a hard time accepting a date with Hodgins and in light of recent events, it seems as if you were correct to hesitate."

"We're not talking about Hodgins and me, Sweetie. This is about you and Booth. It's totally different."

"I don't see how."

"It just is, okay? Trust me on this." Angela shifted her hips and sighed. She was about to speak again, but her phone vibrated in her lab coat pocket. Pulling the device out, she glanced down at the display. "Speaking of the Stud," she smirked and opened the message.

Brennan stared at Angela. "Who? Booth? Do we have a case? Why would he text you and not me?" She reached for the phone, but Angela tucked it back in her pocket and shook her head.

"You have an hour. Then you and I," she motioned back and forth between them, "are going shopping."

"What did the text say?"

"I'll tell you if you come shopping with me and agree to go on this date with Booth."

"It's not a date!" Brennan was beyond frustrated. Why can't Angela understand that this is not a date? Because it is, genius. She blinked, that voice sounded suspiciously like Booth, which was impossible since it was her subconscious thought.

"He says otherwise."

Brennan's eyes widened. "What? Let me see that text. Why did Booth text you?"

"I don't know."

"Angela."

"So what store do you want to hit up first?"

Brennan grunted. "Fine, I'll go shopping with you, but I'm agreeing to purchase anything. Now show me the text."

"Will you go on a date with Booth?"

"Yes. Are you happy now?"

"Very." Angela removed her phone from her pocket and pulled up the text, holding it up for Brennan to read.

Brennan stepped closer and reached out for the phone, angling it in such a way that was easier to read. "Make sure she's ready by 7 and tell her Jasper's looking forward to their date," she read out loud. She rocked back onto her heels and blinked, shaking her head. "No, it has to be some kind of mistake, Angela. Booth wouldn't—we're partners."

Angela slowly lowered the phone and dropped it back in her pocket. That was not the reaction she was hoping for. "Sweetie?"

"Why would he do this?"

"He likes you, Bren."

"Of course he likes me, Angela. We're friends."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"But we're partners."

"So? There are different definitions for that word, you know."

Brennan shook her head. "I have to get back to work." She made it past Angela and yanked open the door. She fled the bathroom and headed straight for her office.

"This is not good." Angela pulled out her phone and quickly sent a text, S.O.S, before turning around and following her best friend.

Uh-oh ;)