Okay, so my fans wanted a longer chapter because I know that last one was insanely short, and I hope I make it up to you with this one.

To Be Happy

"Hodgins, could I see you for a second? In my office?" Angela stumbled over to her boyfriend's workstation. His ecstatic face preceded his nod of agreement. Thinking she was up to something, he followed her like a little puppy-dog with his tongue hanging out.

"What are you up to, Angie?" he asked suspiciously. He was hoping for lunch-break "activities" in the Egyptian storage room with his beautiful girlfriend, but the look on her face suggested she was pissed. When Angela Montenegro got mad, it wasn't just in scattered showers, but a full-blown hurricane at a time. Before he could run for his life, she'd locked the door behind him.

"You would not believe what the hell Brennan did to me last night!" she half-yelled and half-groaned. Angela pressed her fingers to her temples and rubbed the tension that had built up there.

"Oh, God. What happened?" he said nonchalantly as he plunked down on the couch, obviously amused by her distress.

"This weird looking guy comes up to us and asks her to dance, and you know Brennan, I thought she'd say no, right?" she sat down next to him, her voice much quieter now.

"Sure." he waited for her to continue.

"Well, she said yes and completely disappeared with this Bon Jovi wannabe…" Angela rambled on about how she'd found her best friend in a dark corner of the club, making out with the man in question.

"She didn't?!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, yes she did, Hodgie. Total tongue action and everything." She said, getting into the swing of full gossip-mode. "Then, our brilliant anthropologist is making an idiot out of herself by letting him do body shots." Angela said with minor disgust.

Hodgins looked at her wide-eyed, "Are you sure we're talking about the same Brennan?"

"Oh, yeah. Before I know it, she's coming up to me and Cam at the bar, telling us she's taking off with the guy, and I haven't seen her since." she ended with a huff.

"What did this guy look like?" Hodgins asked.

"Umm…tall, muscular, blonde hair that belonged in 1985, and…" Angela stopped to remember something hardly discernable about Brennan's mystery man. Her mind didn't think anything of it at the time, but she'd noticed a singular, cross-like tattoo on the wrist that was draped around the scientist. "Booth." she whispered.

"What was that?" he asked.

Angela leaned in closer and hushed her voice, "It was Booth in that bar! Oh, my God, that's why she was so compliant with him. I am such and idiot! How didn't I see this last night?!"

"Ange, slow down." he chuckled at the hamster that he could visibly see running like mad inside his lover's head. "Why don't you just ask her if it was Booth or not?" he tried reason.

"Because A: I know it's Booth, and B: she'll lie to me again. I don't know why, but I just know that I need more evidence to make it solid before I ask her. If Bren is presented with the undeniable and hard facts that lead to my knowing, then she can't bluff her way out of it. It's logical." she said in a sing-song voice.

"And how do you intend to find this proof?" he relaxed into the couch, now content just to watch her artistic brain go to work.

"Oh, I've got a few tricks left up my sleeve." she laughed maniacally.

Hodgins simply rolled his eyes, "I've got to get back to work and analyze bug-goo." he headed for her door while she sat down at her computer. She murmured a good-bye and went to her own personal brand of work.

* * *

Angela couldn't believe it. She'd just went over all of the security footage of the lab for the last three weeks and not so much a blip of the F.B.I agent and his partner showed up on tape save for several hours on the platform and in her near her office bickering. It wasn't just that she hadn't found anything that made her mad; it was the fact that she and Hodgins got caught so easily all the time and she can't find her friends together suggestively once.

It's because Jack and I are sloppy, we go at each other every free second. If they don't want me to know, Bren and Booth are going to be extra, extra careful to cover their tracks, she thought as she closed out of the program and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Angela?" Brennan's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sweetie?" Angela replied. She thought it better not to ask her friend about last night. She was waiting for the opportune moment to strike. "I'm going to lunch with Booth in a second, and I was wondering when you might be done with that crushed hard-drive for the case?"

The words that stuck in Angela's head were 'lunch with Booth in a second', "Well, that's up to the computer, but I'd say another two hours before it's done."

Brennan nodded a thanks and left her office. Angela followed slightly to the window of her office and waited until her and Booth left the lab to grab her coat and follow at a safe distance.

She climbed into her car and waited for the pair to get in front of her. She had a way better parking spot than Booth's SUV. Angela watched as they pulled out into traffic and slowly turned over her engine.

"Let the games begin," she said to the no one.

* * *

Brennan listened to the quite melody that played over the radio as Booth navigated the Toyota's way through the homicidal roads of D.C. She was drifting on the edge of sleep when Brennan felt Booth's hand reach across the seat to hold hers. The sweet gesture opened her up to her surroundings…and the uneasy feeling that was settling into her stomach.

"What's the matter, Bones?" he asked as her head whipped around in surveillance.

"I have this unnerving feeling that we're being watched." she looked back to see a familiar grey Hyundai following them a ways back. "It's Angela." Brennan whispered.

Booth took his hand back and swerved off into a side street, "I thought you said she didn't know?!" he said loudly.

Brennan fumbled, "I said 'I don't think she does', maybe your little appearance at the club last night was enough to start some thoughts up. Maybe she saw the tattoo you didn't bother to cover up."

Booth groaned as he turned again, trying to avoid the tail. He didn't understand even what was happening anymore. Ever since after New Year's, everything had been tense and awkward around everything and everyone. Nothing seemed real. It was just the two of them and their giant secret that now had almost certainly fallen into the hands of the noisiest woman on the planet.

They quickly turned into a parking garage when their follower wasn't looking to hide. Both heaved a sigh of relief when they watched the car drive by without stopping. Booth cut the engine and rested his forehead on the steering wheel.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep this charade up, Bones." he said.

"I know what you mean. At first it was exciting, but now it's more of a burden than anything else."

"What do you think we should do?" he asked.

That was the million-dollar question in Brennan's mind. Was it tell everyone and be put under the microscope by their colleagues or keep lying to the people she cared about the most? Both weren't winning options. For all they knew, if the F.B.I. found out about their new direction in their relationship, they might even split them apart. The one thing that Brennan could never bring herself to think about.

"If we tell, Sweets would be like a small boy in a candy shop and then probably recommend separation and give me to a new agent." she whispered. Booth clenched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white. Brennan saw this and reached over to gently soothe his death grip on the inanimate object he probably wished was Sweets' throat.

"I don't want that, either. I'm just stating the possibility. You know after my…previous incidents," she referred to the times she'd shot two people: one a murderer and the other being Booth at Halloween, "that Cullen would have no problem throwing me back in the lab and hiding the key. I don't wanna go back to being a lab rat, Booth, these have been the best two and a half years of my life." she confessed.

Booth didn't know what to say. He undid his seat belt and scooted towards Brennan, enveloping her in a warm hug.

"I don't know if I can keep lying to Angela though. She's my best friend and I don't want her to realize how long I've been lying to her. You and her are the only constants there's ever been in my life and I don't wanna betray one of them." she kept going on.

"You done?" he asked while he rubbed her arms.

She sighed, "Yes."

"Bones, there are ways of getting around things like this." he mumbled into her soft hair that smelled like apricot.

"Such as?" she prodded.

"I'll tell you the first thing we're gonna do…" he whispered so only she could hear him.

She picked her head up and looked at him squarely, apparently not believing what he'd just suggested. "You're serious?"

"It's worth a shot." he stated.

Brennan contemplated it for about a nanosecond before she nodded her head vehemently.

"Alright, I'll call a meeting up for tomorrow." he gave her an award-worthy charm-smile that made her melt as he started the engine again.

Brennan couldn't stop smiling all the way back to the Jeffersonian.

What do you think they're scheming? Nobody gets to know unless some major review-action happens here.
P.S.: I know this is really OOC, but I think that Brennan could be mushy if she opened herself up to it.
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