Good news people! Upon checking my phone one last time before starting my homework I found the stories! I'm not very religious, but WOW! Maybe there is a God, huh!? I'm so excited!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or Booth, I do not own a single tooth! I do not own them with a bee. Not a goat, not a boat, not a chicken nor a coat. How lame my life must be!

Worth A Thousand Words

Takes place two weeks before 7x13.

"Sweetie, you know I'm not one to brag, but this has got to be some of my best work." Angela smiled at her friends' look when she said 'not one to brag'. "Okay, maybe I. . .flaunt a little bit, but you have to admit," she flashed the picture to Brennan one more time. "I'm good."

"Angela, I find it unsettling that you consider your best work a printed photograph of a person with computer-added affects that allow someone with minimal skills to make a boring picture look professionally taken. You are a painter, an artist. And therefore by the degrees and multiple images you have hung in your office, you are entitled to that name and do not have minimal skills." Brennan explained with her head cocked to the side, arms folded on her desk in front of her, clearly not sure why her friend would take to such un-considered artistry.

Angela aw'd. "Well thank you, Sweetie. But who says I can't have a little fun with said computer-animated effects, hm? And besides, it's a program made by a fantastic artist from Paris that uses only computer programming for his art. I downloaded it on my computer at home." She took to admiring the picture again. "Remember the night you and Booth announced that you were having a baby?"

Brennan smiled, remembering her daughter at home with the sitter. "Yes, of course. You were all very happy."

"Well as you know, I've been on and off with cameras the last few years. My phone, my Cannon. This was one of the pictures I took that night. I've been kind of bored lately and. . .I don't know. I came across this and thought, 'Hey, that's a nice picture.' Of course every picture of you is a good one, Sweetie. So I decided, yeah, let's do that.

"And it's not like I changed the color of your skin or did blemish stuff," she continued after a short pause. "I just, y'know, enhanced the contrast, blurred the background; made you the full center of the picture."

"It's amazing what computer technology is capable of, isn't it?" Brennan remarked, suddenly fascinated with a new outlook.

"So you like the picture." Angela stated. Hope in her eyes.

The anthropologist looked at her carefully. "Well of course I like it." She quirked a smile. That was all the artist needed to know that what her friend said was the truth. "It's beautiful, Ange, thank you."

As if she'd just asked for it, Angela held the picture up to Brennan again, fingers gingerly holding the sides of the 12x15 image. "You're welcome."

"Hey Bones, lunchtime. Lez go!" Booth walked into his partners' office, rather chipper. Of course. It was that time of day; his favorite time.

"Hey Booth," Brennan regarded him fondly, turning to her computer screen while holding her coat at the ready in her lap. "I'll just be a minute."

"No problem. Hey, Ange," Booth looked at the artist, noticing her rather bubbly mood.

"Heyyy, Booth," she jumped up out of her chair, one thing on her mind as she met him in the doorway. "I have something that will make you positively flush with amazement!"

Booth was doubtful. "And what might that be." He glanced over at Brennan, hoping for a clue, but she was lost in her computer.

"Well. . ." She dragged on, slinking closer to him, making the all-too stoic agent become curious. She hid the picture loosely behind her, purposely making it easy for him to see that it was some type of image.

"Alright, Angela, just spit it out."

She laughed. "Okay here. That's the last time I try to surprise you."

Booth eyed her from the side, holding the picture so the white side faced him. Then he flipped the page over.

Angela couldn't help the knowing look that overcame her features as she saw his change from suspicion, to consideration and surprise.

"Oh, wow," clearly, he couldn't form any other words than that at the moment.

He took in every aspect of the picture.

It showed Brennan, clearly she was in a bar – the Founding Father's ne noted, as it was unmistakable – sitting at the table he remembered that night they finally got the gang back together. She was the center of focus while the background was blurred just enough to give it that good-quality feel. The way the artist had touched the picture made Brennan's brilliant blue eyes shine a light tint of green, they way they did in certain light. Booth guessed that that was one of her main goals.

Her eyes reflected her current emotions at the time, showing awe and amazement along with excitement, yet she looked calm. She seemed to be completely focused on whoever was talking, beyond the images' view. Her lips were curled in a little open-mouthed smile. She looked on, her features flawless – something Booth knew was not added by the computer. Unaware that the picture was being taken; else wise she would have moved her hand in front of the lens.

To Booth, the picture captured how beautiful she was in every way. The raw emotion un-subtle in her features as she let herself unwind in a rare moment of forgetting science, rational thinking and evidence. He thought he remembered when the picture might've been taken. Hadn't he looked over just before Angela had snapped it?

"So you like it?" Angela asked. It was clear that he'd probably only been looking at the picture for a handful of seconds, but it felt like five minutes to him.

"Uh, yeah Ange. Wow," he held it away and angled it up slightly as he got a better look.

She laughed. "You may have said that before."

"Just. . .Wow. You did this?" He questioned her.

"Well, it was nothing special, a computer program from an artist in Paris, but I'm proud of it. I tried to choose the right contrasts to complement her eyes, 'cause," she took the picture from him and turned to her friend, raising her voice to grab her attention. "she's got such great eyes." She raised an eyebrow at the back of her friends' head, willing her to turn around. "Isn't that right, Sweetie?"

There was silence, save for the clicking of her fingers over the keyboard. Then, "Oh, are you talking to me?" She looked over her shoulder, spinning in her chair.

"Well I'm sure not gonna call Booth's eyes pretty, am I?" She scoffed good-naturedly. "Although. . ."

"Thanks for that, Ange." He nodded curtly at her and made his way over to his partner and grabbing her coat from her lap. "Time to go, Bones. The sooner we get to the Diner, the sooner Max and Christine can join us, huh?"

"That sounds good." She clicked send on an e-mail and tabbed down the rest of her programs. Saying a brief good-bye to Angela, she took her coat from her partner and shrugged it over her shoulders.

As they walked away, Angela overheard the beginning of a conversation she was sure would carry on until the end of the day.

"Do you think I have pretty eyes, Booth?"

"Bones," she heard as they exited her office, he placed a reassuring hand between her shoulders. "You have amazing eyes."

I have a thing with editing pictures. I love it. If I take a good enough one of like an animal or scenery or a person, I edit it with those special effects things. That's kind of where this came from. It's an addiction.

And, come on, I can't be the only one who notices Emily's eyes change from brilliant blue to gray and sometimes green. I just have hazel eyes. How boring! Hazel's don't change color much; I envy the Deschanel gene pool.

I really do believe that a picture is worth a thousand words. I love touching up a picture of a tree, or field, or a person and making it a bit better. Yeah, it's probably good not to ruin it with computer-added effects, but sometimes you just gotta. You have to admit that they just make some pictures better, you know?