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Chapter 25

A Family Tradition, Part Three

"Sweetie what are you still doing here," Angela asked as she waddled into Brennan's office?

"I'm waiting for the intern to get back with my damn key."

Angela grinned.

"You forgot your key again! Isn't that the 5th time this week?"

"No!"

Angela raised her eyebrow.

Brennan sighed.

"It's the 4th."

"So, Dr. Temperance Brennan is human after all!"

Brennan's brow furrowed.

"Of course I'm human Angela."

Angela gave her an incredulous look as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Are you messing with me Brennan?"

She grinned.

"Maybe a little."

"Impressive! However, I know that you're just trying to change the subject."

"Are you using psychology on me?"

Angela smirked.

"Maybe a little."

"All right, I'll chew, why would I want to change the subject?"

"It's bite Bren, you'll bite," Angela corrected on a laugh.

"Any way, the reason that you would want to change the subject, is because prior to now, you were blessed with a very mild pregnancy, but currently you are suffering from pregnancy brain."

"I don't know what that means."

"Pregnancy brain is a form of memory loss solely associated with pregnancy."

"Angela there is no scientific link between memory loss and pregnancy."

Angela uncrossed her arms so she could waggle four fingers at her best friend.

As Brennan rolled her eyes, the formerly MIA intern came barreling into her office.

Scott Emerson was new, young, and gorgeous.

Angela gave his 6 foot frame an appreciative sweep. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, a sensual mouth, chiseled jaw, a peek a boo dimple, cleft chin, and a muscular build.

"Sorry for interrupting, he said as he flashed an apologetic smile, revealing his dimple, but I figured that you would want these right away."

Brennan leaned forward to take her keys.

"Thank you Mr…"

"Scott Emerson" Angela quickly supplied.

Brennan shot a quelling look at the artist before she finished, "Emerson."

He smiled as he placed her keys in her hand.

Angela noticed that his fingers had lingered for longer than necessary.

"Is there anything else you need me to do for you tonight Dr. Brennan?"

Brennan leaned back in her chair.

"Nope, you're free to go."

He nodded.

Brennan's focus shifted back to her work.

Angela frowned when she caught the brief flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"Have a good night then."

"You too," she absently replied as she began to close the files on her laptop.

"Good night Angela," he said as he turned to leave.

"Night."

When he was gone Angela said, "Sweetie I'll be right back, don't leave without me."

Brennan glanced up with a raised eyebrow.

"I left my purse in my office."

"Ok," Brennan murmured as she clicked send on the email that would remind herself to Google pregnancy brain.

***

When Angela left the office she closed the door behind herself.

Emerson was already halfway across the lab.

She took a few steps away from the door before she called, "Hey Romeo," to Emerson's retreating back.

He froze.

"Yes I'm talking to you Emerson."

Slowly he turned to face her.

She didn't speak again until she was standing right in front of him.

Even though Angela had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze, she still managed to sound intimidating as she asked, "You do realize that her Prince Charming has a gun right?"

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