A/N: Okay, as promised the next chapter…

Angela poked her head around the corner. "Hey sweetie… is it safe to come in?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I frowned.

"You're not gonna bite my head off?"

I hated it when Angela spoke like that. I assumed she wasn't talking literally. I was completely against cannibalism. I had to assume she was speaking metaphorically.

"No," I answered.

Angela stepped onto the platform in the lab and peered around to make sure we were alone.

"What do you want, Ang, I'm busy!" I had been using that as an excuse A LOT lately. I didn't want to stop and have a conversation, it was easier to compartmentalize when the issue wasn't thrust before me every minute of every day.

I hadn't heard from Booth in nearly a week, which was all the better for me. Really, it was, I didn't miss him at all, I kept myself busy in work and… the arrogant FBI agent could go off and do whatever he wanted with his stupid perfect complexion girlfriend. I didn't care. OKAY, okay, so I cared. I cared a LOT! But that was MY private thoughts, no one else needed to be in one them.

"I want to talk to you…" she said cautiously, keeping her distance. I wasn't going hit her for goodness sake.

"So talk…" I pretended to be peering at the remains of a Caucasian male, mid-20's.

"I wanted to apologize about the other day… what I said about you being jealous, I was-"

"Its fine," I shrugged. I was indifferent. I wasn't jealous. Angela just had a wild imagination.

"Bren, I…"

I hated that name now. I flinched.

"Really, Angela, it's fine. I'm okay," I assured her.

She didn't look like she believed me.

"Alright," she nodded. "So you met Hannah, huh? She seems nice…"

"Yeah," I mumbled. Would they EVER stop talking about the niceness that surrounded this woman? It was driving me into the ground, metaphorically speaking, of course.

"I had lunch with her yesterday," Angela admitted.

My eyes shot up to meet hers, and that anger and bitterness overwhelmed me.

"See…" she pointed out. "You ARE jealous!"

"I am NOT!" I denied. "Jealousy is an irrational emotion and I…"

"Bren, sweetie…"

"NO!" I snapped. "I'm busy Angela."

She turned to walk away.

"And I would appreciate it if you refrain from using HER name or HIS… in my presence!"

Angela sighed. "And you say you're NOT jealous," she muttered slamming the door.

I allowed her comment to go over my head, and I peered down at the remains on the table. Bones were much easier to read than people.

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