Thanks so much to anyone who reviewed...or just simply read. Means the world to me. Now, I've no idea what star signs B&B actually are...so I just went with the ones that seemed to suit them best. Hope nobody minds.

Bones isn't mine. They won't even accept chocolate bribes. Not even chocolate. They have nerves of steel I tells ya! Of steel!

Nine o' clock that same morning saw Brennan sitting at her desk, a pen gripped between her teeth, her narrowed eyes peering at her computer screen. Zodiac, horoscopes…her head was swimming with what she considered to be the most useless facts imaginable. Who was some crackpot with an imaginative name like Mystic Margaret to tell her what she should and shouldn't do today? Or any other day for that matter.

A small knock on her door shook her from her reverie.

"Hey, sweetie, what you up to?"

Angela's figure filled the doorway, her head tilted slightly to the side and resting on the doorframe.

Brennan let out a frustrated growl.

"I'm trying to research horoscopes…but it's useless! I just keep being told that I should shy from confrontation today, that I will find unexpected wealth or that someone special is going to put a plane ticket in my hand. They're not even remotely consistent."

"Sweetie, when did researching horoscopes translate into reading your own dose of destiny?"

Brennan flushed, wrenching the pen from her mouth to start tapping it frantically off the desk.

"No, it's just…I…I thought it would be useful and…"

"Just admit it, you were curious!"

Brennan sat back with a sigh.

"Curious about nothing! This is ridiculous."

Angela strode across the room, reaching Brennan's desk before she had even finished speaking. Brennan was blinking so much in surprise at her friend's speed that she offered no resistance when Angela reached around her and began tapping keys frantically on the keyboard.

"Ok, you're going about this all wrong…here we go…"

Brennan sat up straighter and stared at the screen.

"How come I couldn't find that?"

"You have to know where to look."

"Please don't tell me you believe this stuff, Angela."

The artist paused delicately for a number of seconds before replying, "Not believe, per se, but I don't think there's any harm in checking what they have to say."

"On a daily basis?"

"Perhaps."

Brennan shook her head in disbelief, but a smile was tugging irresistibly on her lips and Angela knew her mannerisms far too well to take any kind of offence.

"Ok, now, if you want this to have any kind of significance for you, I suggest you stop looking at daily predictions and simply read specifics about your individual sign. You're Aquarius, right?"

"Apparently."

"Ok then."

Angela clicked on a number of icons. The two women leaned in closer, heads almost touching, to read what made up Temperance Brennan. After a few seconds, Angela began to giggle hysterically, complete with overjoyed clapping.

"Look, Brennan, look! Do you see in the "Perfect Match" section? One of the signs is Gemini. Unless I'm very much mistaken Booth is…"

"What's that you're saying about me, Angela?"

The two women's heads snapped up to focus on the doorway. Booth stood there in a dark suit that perfectly emphasised the intensity of his eyes. A curious, if slightly apprehensive smile, was fixed on his face.

Angela waved him over delightedly.

"Come on, Booth, we're reading all about Brennan's star sign."

Booth hurried over, smoothing his tie as he did. Both he and Angela either didn't see, or chose to ignore, Brennan's uncomfortable shifting in her seat. She was slightly taken aback by the website's revelation that she and Booth were a compatible romantic match. Not that she held any kind of credence in these far-fetched assumptions…but there was something about seeing it written down, and from the hand of an unbiased commentator, that was making the pulse in her throat throb uncomfortably.

"Oh, wow, sweetie, they've got you to a t…look at this, "possess a quick intellect and an expansive mind", "forever dazzling friends" with your insane knowledge."

"That's my Bones." Booth said proudly, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze. Brennan forgot to breathe momentarily at the unexpected contact.

After a few seconds, Angela clicked some more, muttering about "getting to the good stuff". Moments later, she was happily exclaiming about exploring Brennan's love ideals.

"Ooh, look Brennan, "mental fireworks are the sexiest" and "they are captivated by a lover who shares their quest for a better world"."

Angela began elbowing Booth knowingly in the ribs. To his credit, Booth began muttering about how he had no idea of what she was referring to, accompanied by excessive running of his fingers through his rapidly flattening hair.

""The greatest challenge in love for the Water Bearer is intimacy"…sounds like you, Bones."

Brennan huffed. "I do not have intimacy issues." Angela and Booth exchanged glances over the quivering doctor's head but decided it was safer not to comment. Booth reflexively moved his hands down below his belt buckle. It never hurt to have a little extra protection when his partner was around.

"Did you see this, Brennan? "A lover who can help the Water Bearer get in touch with their innermost feelings and teach them to put the analysing aside will tap into a torrent of emotion waiting to be released". I think I know the perfect guy for the job..."

Neither Booth nor Brennan knew how to respond to this save a number of incoherent splutterings. Angela used this to her advantage and pressed on.

"Ok, wow. Now this is scary: "But once they decide that someone is worthy of their friendship or love, they can exert an almost hypnotic and irresistible mental attraction on them and will themselves become tenacious friends or lovers, ready to sacrifice everything for their partners and be faithful to them for life." That remind you of anyone? Hmm…let me think…"

Not really knowing how else to respond, Booth let out a somewhat hysterical burst of high-pitched laughter. Both women stared at him for a number of seconds before Brennan forcefully pushed Angela's hands off the keyboard.

"Fine. You think that's so funny, let's see what your star sign says."

Booth let out an unconcerned snort but Angela couldn't help him notice suddenly begin to jingle his keys in his pocket. He touched his tongue off his top lip for a moment, saw her watching, hurriedly gave her an amused grin, then returned his tongue to it's previous position.

Brennan brought the appropriate page up with a flourish.

"Here we go...Gemini…"

"Hmm…go Booth…"Inventive, quick-witted and fun"…that sounds about right."

"Thanks, Angela."

Booth flashed one of his famous smiles. Brennan was somewhat relieved to see that it wasn't his biggest and brightest. That one, it seemed, he reserved for her and she was eager to see it stay that way.

""A devil in the bedroom"? Ooh, you go, tiger."

Before Booth had a chance to respond, Brennan almost deafened him by loudly faux whispering to Angela that "Booth doesn't like to talk about sex."

Angela arched an eyebrow.

"You try to start that conversation a lot? Booth, is she harassing you?"

Booth responded by clearing his throat an excessive amount but didn't actually say anything.

"Oh, would you look at that; Gemini "seek a partner who is mentally stimulating and, once they've found them, sparks will definitely fly"."

She looked delightedly around at the flushing partners.

"Very interesting, wouldn't you say?"

Angela quickly came to the conclusion, encouraged by their lack of response, that this mine of opportunity had wedged itself shut. However, just before she closed the window, she noticed something that made her gasp aloud, something that she absolutely couldn't resist commenting on.

"Don't worry, Booth, apparently they've got your perfect woman all sorted. See, "At the end of the day, the ideal Gemini soul mate has a Ph.D., and is a world traveller with countless tales to tell". Now, if only we could find you someone who fit those criteria…"

"Ok, you know what, joke's over. Very funny and all, but we've got a case to solve Angela and…hang on."

Angela and Brennan both glanced at him, Angela having to do so over her shoulder as she had leaned forward to exit the website.

"Scroll down again."

Eyebrows raised, she did as requested.

"There! It gives you birth stones, flowers and days all to do with your sign…"

The two women couldn't wrench their gaze from his face. He was working his jaw furiously, his brow furrowed.

"Can you bring up the same information for Aries?"

"Sure."

The tension was palpable as Angela found the required details. Neither of the women knew what Booth was getting at…but knowing him as they did, they were certain it would be anything but insignificant.

"There! There!"

Booth pointed energetically at the screen. He began mouthing the words before him, completely incomprehensible to his mystified audience.

"My God."

"What? What?"

Brennan's eyebrows were almost touching as she glared at the screen. She began to tug on Booth's sleeve; few things annoyed her more than being out of the loop.

Booth raised a hand to his face. He pressed it against his closed eyes for about thirty seconds before responding.

"The letter I got claimed that he had killed Caroline on the 25th, which, if I'm not very much mistaken, is a Tuesday. When we found her body, she was wearing a silver necklace adorned with a large ruby. Her family found this strange as they said she rarely accessorised with jewellery. They just assumed it was a recent gift that they hadn't yet seen."

Angela sucked in her breath rather audibly.

"He…he planned it down to the day? That's just…and then he planted a necklace on her? Did you guys check it for fingerprints?"

Booth nodded mutely.

"Yeah, when her family made the point about her normal lack of jewellery, we ran it for prints. Nothing. Came up clean. Then they, I suppose consumed by the enormity of the situation, decreased their curiosity over the mystery necklace. And it wasn't exactly our case, so…"

Angela bit down hard on her lip. Brennan could see the area around her clamped down teeth grow pale with the intensity of the pressure she was exerting.

There was a beat or two or silence before Booth managed to croak, "That's not all. We found her in a park. Partially covered by, and lying on, thistles." He tapped the computer screen for emphasis.

"Man," Angela exhaled slowly, "this guy is good."

"Yeah?" questioned Booth. His face was set with an expression of unwavering resolve. He strode purposely towards the door, pulling Brennan with him. For once, she didn't object. Before exiting, he turned back to Angela, his eyes cold and his stance tense.

"Well, we're better."