A/N: I took a practical exam on the entire skeleton today. The only reason I did well was the general knowledge from Bones and Cameron's wrist bones pneumonic from House.

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"As I said before, you're impossible. Entertaining, but impossible." -Species Imperative

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"Hi, Hodgins! Did you see the Pistons game last night? Man, sometimes I almost wish I lived in Michigan."

"No." Hodgins replied, not taking his eyes off the computer screen.

"Man, it was amazing. They came from behind 50-20 to win it. You gotta see it."

"Agent Booth." Angela's voice came from behind him, and he turned as she approached. She held out a piece of paper with her rendering of the latest victim's face. "Here." She forced it into his hand and walked away, Hodgins following closely. Mystified, Booth walked over to the table where Bones and Zach were examining the skeleton. Cam hovered over the table like a hawk, not saying anything, but certainly observing. Zach was clearly engrossed, but Brennan seemed vary distant, like her mind was somewhere else. Something was up with her, he decided. He had never seen her fail to pay attention to a skeleton before.

"The left distal phalanges are all fracture pretty severely." Zach stated.

"Those are in the hand somewhere, right?" Booth asked as he approached. Zach ignored him and continued on. "And the right ulna has sustained an open, comminuted fracture by the look of it. Displaced at some point, by the look of it."

"Can anybody tell me what that means?" Booth asked, exasperated.

"Don't ask me, I work with tissue!" Cam replied. Zach expertly avoided Booth's eyes.

"Bones?" He asked.

"What?" She snapped suddenly to reality. She clearly had no idea a conversation had even been taking place.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Booth threw his hands into the air and stormed off, Cam in hot pursuit. From their hideout, Angela and Hodgins laughed.

"Nice job, buddy." Hodgins clapped Zach on the back and Angela grinned. Brennan just stared at the wall.

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"Did I do something to offend you?" Booth paced back and forth in the parking lot of the Jeffersonian. "I mean, I haven't even called you the squint squad recently. That's gotta count for something!"

"You are so paranoid."

"Hodgins didn't say a thing when I told him about the Detroit game, you've hardly said a word to me all day, Zach always wants to explain the scientific terms because he thinks they make him look smart, but suddenly he doesn't. And Brennan- Angela, I've never seen her look like that. She looked almost...lost."

"Uh huh." Angela replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"What is going on?"

"I don't know, Booth. Maybe that's something you should discuss with Cam. Oh, and leave Brennan out of this. In fact, you should probably stay away from her in general."

"Angela..." Booth began, but it was no use. She had already turned on her heel and retreated into the Jeffersonian.

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"And that's all she said?" Brennan asked, slightly confused.

"Every last word. I was hoping you could talk to her for me.

"Look, Booth. Angela's business is Angela's business. I don't know why she's mad at you, but nothing I can say is going to change that.

"Can't you at least talk to her?"

"Clearly, you don't know Angela, if you think that's going to work."

"Please, Brennan?" He looked like a four-year-old when he whined.

"I'll talk to her." Brennan began slowly. "But I'm not promising anything."

"Thanks, Bones, I knew I could count on you." Booth hugged her quickly and exited, leaving Bones feeling much more alone than she had before he had waltzed into her office. Jasper the pig watched her from his place on the book shelf. His gaze was almost pitying, she thought.

"Stop it." She told him sternly. The last thing she needed was a plastic pig feeling sorry for her.