Sorry it's been awhile. I got busy with life, but I'm back to give you this. (:

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"Wait, so… let me get this straight. You took my advice-"

"Sweets' advice, Ange," Brennan interrupted.

Angela dismissed this with a wave of her hand. "Whatever. You and Booth have been surreptitiously writing notes about each other for months, completely unaware that the other person was doing the exact same thing?"

"Well…yes."

"Wow." she sat back in her chair. "Okay… we'll ignore the fact that you are just now telling me about this, because I need details. Have you read his?"

"A few of them." Brennan admitted with a smile. "And I have permitted him to read a few of mine."

"Wow."

"I don't understand why you keep saying that," Brennan told her.

Angela just stared at her. "Of course you don't." she said, shaking her head. "This is huge, sweetie. So, what do his notes say?"

This is what she had been afraid of. "I don't know, Ange, they're kind of personal."

"Oh, come on. You can't tell me this much and then not follow through."

"Angela-"

"Bren. I'm your best friend." She emphasized the last two words carefully.

"It… it varies. There was one about how he appreciated my organizational skills, and another about how competent I was at my job, and…"

"That's what his notes are about? Come on, give me a good one." Angela interrupted.

"I don't understand," Brennan said slowly.

"Hasn't he written any that have nothing to do with work?"

"Well, there was one about how well I interacted with Parker," Brennan replied dismissively. "But, of course, the point of the notes was to be able to continually appreciate each other as work partners, so-"

"Seriously? You don't actually believe that, do you?" Angela looked incredulous.

"What? Of course I do, that's why Sweets-"

"Sweets sees what we all see…" Angela trailed off. "Never mind. What was your favorite one so far?"

"That he's written about me? Well… there was a very nice one he wrote about my feet." She said this almost unconsciously, for she immediately blushed and tried to change the subject as Angela's eyes widened in surprise.

"Your feet? Bren!"

"I meant… no. It was just…" Brennan flustered.

Angela just chuckled, watching her embarrassed friend try to explain herself. After a moment of incoherent sputtering, she took pity on her for the moment and said, "Forget it. So, I assume the napkin you slipped him in the diner was one as well?"

Brennan flushed a deeper red and looked down at her hands.

"Fine, you don't have to tell me," Angela said, her tone of voice clearly saying otherwise. She waited, but Bren didn't explain herself. "Have you written any that aren't related to work?"

"Yes, a few," Brennan told her.

"Have you given him any of them?"

"No."

"Well, you should. Like, as soon as possible."

"Why would I do that?" She looked confused.

"Why wouldn't you?"

Brennan had no answer to this.

"Just…one, Bren. Just give him one that has nothing to do with his skills…on the job." Her grin clearly indicated that her friend should feel free to let him know of his skills outside the job.

"I'll think about it," Brennan promised, blithely missing the innuendo.

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A few things I need to address:
First, someone asked me awhile ago if the facts from chapter 19 were true. As far as I know, they are all true.
Second, a few people are once again expressing frustration and/or confusion at the style and the way I'm jumping around. I'm sorry! But I promise (I PROMISE) you will understand it all in time! I can't give away all my secrets at once, after all! ;) That wouldn't be any fun, now would it?
To those faithful reviewers (and there are so many of you!), thank you SO much. I can't say this enough. You ROCK! =D
-Hanna