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Chapter 23:
Angela smiled happily. She was sitting in a bar, with Brennan by her side, drinking a cocktail and simply having a good time. Cam had been sitting with them until a handsome young man had approached them, asking if one of them would like to dance.
Brennan and Angela both had shaken their heads, but Cam had accepted. Brennan had to admit, the man looked really good and seemed to have good manners. But she was not the least bit tempted to dance with him.
"You know, one of the nice side-benefits of being in a happy relationship is, that it makes you generous." Angela smiled at Brennan.
Her best friend glanced back at her in astonishment. "What?" She had to raise her voice to compete with the noise in the bar.
"That guy Cam is dancing with. If I would not be happy with Jack, it would be me dancing with him right now." Angela explained, winking at her.
"So it's only thanks to your generosity that he is dancing with Dr. Saroyan? I don't think so. She looks good and she is intelligent." Brennan gave back, watching her boss ... or the glimpses she was able to take of her, when she reappeared somewhere in the crowd of dancers.
"You know, I was joking. And that guy does not dance with her because she is smart, Sweetie." Angela yelled back, shaking her head at Brennan's serious reply. "What's wrong? You are not as happy as you're supposed to be." She leant towards Brennan.
Her best friend shrugged, observing the other people in the bar, a cheerful and noisy mix of people.
"I don't know. I'd rather be with Booth now, I guess." Brennan admitted reluctantly.
"Awwww you miss him already? That's sooo sweet, Sweetie." Angela gave back, grinning broadly.
Brennan's eye brow rose at Angela's slightly slurred ..'sweet, Sweetie'.
She had to smile... Angela had had five drinks already, and every time the barkeeper had placed a new glass in front of her she had called for a toast "to my best friend and true love" or similar. Brennan had more or less enjoyed the evening so far, had talked to Cam, who – after a few drinks – had not very subtly implied that Booth was going to make her a very, very happy woman. Huh. Such conversations simply SHOULD not take place.
Temperance Brennan had blushed a little at those words, but since Cam had not said anything more, she had decided that it did not have to be awkward... as long as she did not let it get awkward. Logical? Not much... but Brennan knew, that now, since she was going to be in a relationship with Booth, logic would sometimes elude her. If less logic was going to be a bad thing, well, she had not decided that yet.
So, her evening had been nice enough. Or it should have been. But somehow, she longed only for one thing... for being with him. The recently discovered feelings for him and the fact that he returned them was still so fresh and thrilling she wanted to savour it, treasure it….. indulge in it. She never had felt like that before… For all she knew, the feeling might go away, when she was not paying attention.
She just wanted to snuggle up next to him... simply be with him. Okay, she admitted to herself, she really wanted more than just that... but – against popular believe – she could be patient when it came to satisfying her biological urges. The mere thought of how her nightlife was – hopefully soon – going to change, made her pulse quicken and she felt how her face went a bit hot.
She stole a quick side glance at Angela, who was watching Cam on the dance floor. Thankful for the distraction her boss provided, Brennan delved deeper into her fantasies about her relationship with Booth. It took some time, but her mind finally left the bed room and settled upon other things.
Things that would get complicated, possible threats to a relationship with Booth. This called for a mental list.
First hurdle: Her past….. He knew more about it than anybody else since she had given him her parents' file to work on... and still, he accepted her with all her scars and bruises as he had called it. He even had said he respected her father, which was more than she had felt for Max Keenan at that time.
Work?... Well, at least HER boss seemed to get along pretty well with the idea of her and Booth being together. Brennan watched Cam laughing and moving on the dance floor and smiled... Pretty well, indeed.
What Cullen was going to say... now that was going to be a different story altogether. But she would make it clear to him, that if she was not allowed to work with Booth, the FBI could not count on her anymore. There was always Zach. She had to grin, picturing Zach instead of her, chasing suspects with Booth or another agent. No way Cullen was going to let that happen, was he?
And... she still had a bone to pick with him... Smuggling in Freeman like that…. In case Booth's assumption was correct. – which she was convinced of.
Her friends? Well, obviously, they had been waiting for her to 'hook up' with Booth... no problem there.
His family? Brennan had to smile when she recalled her two brief encounters with Booth's parents. They seemed to be nice people, loving parents and grandparents... and it seemed Booth's mother had known pretty much about her already... and still accepted her. Even approved of her, if Booth's interpretation of her words had been right. And Brennan liked Parker and Parker seemed to like her too... which was important. Parker was Booth's son and she knew that it would hurt Booth if she and his son would not manage to get along. Maybe she should read something about children of that age?
And maybe buying a TV would be a good idea…
She sighed, brushing the thought aside for the moment. She would ask Angela about that. Brennan even opened her mouth to do so right then and there, but then she caught the suspiciously tipsy look on Angela's face, while she was singing along with the song that was just playing. Hmm, better wait until she was sober again…that might increase the chance for the advise being actually applicable.
Back to her list. She shook her head…. how could she even try to make a list on something like that.
Fact was, Booth knew her and he had told her he loved her. He even had said, she had no flaws... which was ridiculous, because nobody was perfect. Although she had to admit, Booth was as close as anybody could come to being perfect for HER.
Oh, they were always bickering and they often disagreed, she just had to remember their conversations about religion. But life was a challenge... and she always had loved challenges. So, loving Booth was going to be her new challenge. A gentle smile curved her lips at that thought... she could live with that.
Her best friend's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Bren!" Angela punched her playfully. "Stop thinking! We are here to celebrate and you are all broody and moody." She shoved a glass with colourful content in Brennan's hand.
Brennan eyed the glass suspiciously. "What's that?"
Angela grinned broadly. "Sex on the beach... That's all I can offer. I am sure you'll get the real thing, as soon as Booth is out of hospital."
Brennan shook her head and smiled at her best friend. "You are incredible."
"That's why you love me, Sweetie." Angela chuckled, raising her glass. "To you and Booth, Sweetie."
"To you and being right!" Brennan gave back and smiled at the artist. Maybe, she would be able enjoy the rest of the evening, too.
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