Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson, and Fox.
Chapter 20
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Two days later…
"Sweetie I have that sketch you wanted."
Brennan jumped at the sound of her best friend's voice.
Angela smiled as she entered the office.
"Writing naughty emails to Booth again?"
"No."
"Too bad, at least that would have been interesting."
"Are you that bored Angela?"
"To be fair Brenn, you and Booth are anything but boring. I swear you guys solved the energy crisis for not just a town of, but the entire Midwest!"
She blushed, not because she was embarrassed, but because that's what thoughts of Booth did to her.
"What about you and Hodgins?"
"Our spark is enough to power Las Vegas, night and day, from now until the end of the world!"
"Impressive, but not Noble Prize worthy like me and Booth are!"
Angela laughed.
"I can see the inscription now…"
"For innovative plowing techniques!"
Brennan frowned.
"I don't know what that means. I thought we were talking about sex, not farming."
"Plowing can be used as an euphemism for sex sweetie."
"Oh," she said as she nodded her head, immediately accepting the explanation.
Angela grinned.
"Anyway, here is that sketch sweetie," Angela said as she handed it over.
Brennan studied the picture.
"Good work Ange. Based on the tissue depth markers, this is accurate."
"She was a pretty girl," Angela sadly added.
"Yes she was."
"And young," Angela said as she placed a hand over her rounded tummy in a protective gesture.
Brennan glanced up from the picture.
"Angela we will figure this out."
"I know sweetie."
"So, what were you looking at earlier?"
More than the tone of her voice, it was the look in her eyes that told her how much Angela needed to change the subject.
Obligingly, Brennan said as she turned her monitor towards Angela, "I was looking at this…"
Angela couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Oh my God," she squealed!
A/N: Sooo, what's on the monitor? If you want to know, you know what to do :)