Last two chapters took place at Booth's house when he first gets sick, now we go to Brennan's apartment! Woop!
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Disclaimer: Instead of a disclaimer, I'm just gonna give ya'll a fun fact: The show was originally going to be called 'Brennan' but it got changed to 'Bones'. . . . .Nope, still don't own this shit. Fics are just mine, characters. . .Not so much.
The Spy in the Best Friend
Takes place ten weeks after Season 6 Finale.
"Hellooo." The woman peeked in from behind the door.
It was Brennan's apartment, so naturally Angela used her key and walked right in, leading Hodgins into the special home that belonged to the brilliant anthropologist. At the sight of the long-forgotten place Hodgins gave a low whistle, taking in the kitchen, living room and dining room that he hadn't stepped foot in in probably close to two years. Everything about her home screamed anthropologist. And, most importantly to him, rich.
"Wow, this brings back memories, huh? I hardly even remember the last time I was here." The entomologist looked up and around, noting the different artifacts and keepsakes from all the digs she'd been to in the past. "Not much as changed."
His wife turned on him, looking him seriously in the eye and whispering. "Shh! Hodgins! You hear that?"
Together, artist and scientist stood stock still as they listened for a quiet moment.
Unsure what he was supposed to be listening for, Hodgins remarked, "I don't hear anything."
"Exactly," Angela whisper-yelled. "We told them ten, but it's dead quiet."
"Maybe they already left."
"I don't think so," Angela said as she wandered into the kitchen, looking around for evidence of food being made or the coffee pot being used. Nothing.
She looked over to find her husband enthralled in a plastered set of news articles and shelf full of ancient weapons. Leave it to Hodgins to find a museum in a friends' home, although her best anthropologist friend didn't make it too hard.
Angela let him be and made her way over to the back where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. Brennan's bedroom door was left open a crack, making silent access incredibly easy.
The door swung back with hardly a squeak, revealing two sleeping forms in the room. On her best friends' bed was the woman herself and her partner. It wasn't exactly a surprise, considering everyone knew the change in their relationship, and it wasn't in the least bit wrong to assume they'd been sharing space, as well as a bed. But the whole thing of seeing it firsthand – especially after shipping them both for so long – was about as special as a four-leaf clover; rare and extremely lucky (to have found at least).
Booth lay on his back, head to the side with his cheek resting on the pillow and his chin sitting just millimeters from the top of his partners' head. Her head was on his shoulder, cheek resting on his bicep. One of his arms came to overlap Brennan's, stopping over her lower ribcage. The other looked as though it's been holding her to him, but with the relaxed state of sleep, had fallen limply behind her. The blankets came to his mid chest, just covering Brennan's shoulder from the position she was in, giving Angela a view of only her closed eyes.
Brennan lay, as weird and out of character for her as it seemed to Angela, half on top of her partner. An arm over his middle that looked to have once been so secure held a small tuft of the shirt he was wearing.
Angela made her way over to the corner of the bed closest to them, getting a better look. The grin she reserved for 'I knew it' moments plastered brilliantly on her face. Getting the eye-full she hoped, she saw Brennan's face with more detail.
She seemed to sleep soundly, no evidence of previous displeasure towards the intimate embrace her and Booth shared, not that Angela would have much complained either.
She couldn't resist as she pulled out her phone, hitting the camera button. She captured one of them full-frame on the bed, and a second of just their faces. Her mind raced as she imagined what would become of her if one of them were to wake up. What if Booth woke up? His gun was on the expensive-looking nightstand under the just-as-expensive-looking lamp. Even so much as the artist clearing her throat could lead to an accident. Nevertheless she continued smiling.
She didn't know how long she was just standing there, watching, every inch of her adult being begging her to scream or wake them up with a witty remark. But her trance ended when Booth moved.
Angela quickly scampered back into the hall, bringing the door with her and almost banging her hip painfully on the corner of a dresser. Careful not to shut the door completely, she counted to thirty; slowly, to ensure it was safe to peek again.
Although she could have sworn he was going to wake up or something, it seemed as though he'd only shifted in his sleep. Brennan's arm, previously over Booth, was now pressed between them as he'd only shifted onto his side.
With one last, long look, Angela slowly pulled back the door returning to the living room.
She found her husband – child-like imagination as he had – wielding a very ancient-looking weapon, fighting off figured Angela could not see. She stood a handful of feet behind him, an 'Oh you' smirk on her face. When he got to the pretend bad guys behind him, he stopped, shuffling out of his warrior stance and disregarding the weapon completely.
"Angie, I- ah, are we going?"
She laughed at him, taking his arm and herding them to the door. "We're leaving, but not to the Diner. We're going at one." With a quick rummage through her purse – that she'd thankfully set on the island in the kitchen before her previous exploration – she scribbled a note on a crumpled piece of paper, leaving it on the coffee table, then ushering Hodgins out the door.
Out of character for Angela, I know. What can you do? It's FF! ;D
And just a heads up that although the next chapter will be a continuation of this one, it won't have the same title. You guys rule!