"Ange, why did you make them leave?" Brennan asked.
"Sweetie, I need to talk to you." Angela could not believe how clueless her best friend was. "You have no idea how much that man loves you."
"Who?" This was going to be impossible.
"Who do you think, Sweetie?"
I really have no idea who you're talking about, Ange." Angela looked at her best friend. Studied her face. She looked unconfertable. Why was that? Maybe she was wrong, she would need to study her voice too.
"Booth, Sweetie, Booth. Remember him?" Hopefully her voice would give something away.
"Booth and I are just partners." There was a certain uneasiness to her voice. Angela was right.
"You're hiding something."
"Why do you think that?"
"I know you. There's something bugging you."
"It's nothing" Angela decided to pull the 'best friend card.'
"I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything. I would never judge you." Brennan said nothing. "I will find a way to get it out of you sooner or later, you may as well tell me." Brennan sighed. Angela hoped that was because she was giving up.
"It's nothing Ange, really it's nothing."
"Then why can't you tell me?"
"Fine, I'll tell you, later, when I'm better." Angela would just have to take the compromise.
"Sweetie, you and Booth aren't just partners. Someday you will see that. Everyone else in the world has.
"How could everyone in the world see something if they didn't even know us. And Ange, you're wrong. We're just partners.
"Sweetie, I'm always right about this stuff." She said, then started to walk out of the room.
"Ange, wait." Brennan said "There is something."
"What is it?" Angela was now somewhat worried for her friend.
"It's completely illogical for it to worry me though."
"Sweetie, it doesn't matter if it's logical or not, tell me what it is." Brennan looked uncomfortable, but finally she opened her mouth to speak.
"I- I had a dream, while I was asleep, I was dead." Angela was disappointed, she had hoped the dream would be about Booth. "And- and booth was there, crying, at my grave." Okay, a little better. "When ever he touched the grave, I could feel it, like he kissed the top of it and I felt him kiss my head." Angela was putting two and two together, trying to remember Booth alone in the hospital room with Brennan. "And then- then…"
"Then what?" Brennan shifted uncomfortably.
"Then the dream was slowly fading away, and as it did…."
"As it did…." Angela wasn't getting any younger. Wait, hadn't Booth kissed Brennan on the forehead?
"He- he said…."
"What did he say Brennan!?" Brennan looked a little taken back "sorry, got carried away, go on."
"He said- he said he loved me. He said 'I love you, Temperance.'" Angela's mind flashed back to Booth in the hospital room. Booth leaning over Brennan to kiss her forehead, Then saying he loved her. Had Brennan heard and felt everything around her while she was asleep?
"Sweetie, he does love you."
"Ange, we're just partners."
"Bull, I saw him say it, I know he loves you."
"In an 'atta girl kinda way.'"
"Sweetie, I know guys, and this guy is in love with you. And I know you, you're in love with him too."
"Ange, We're ju-"
"No Brennan, stop. Either you tell him about your dream, or I will."
"But that's blackmail!"
"I'm your best friend, Sweetie, and If blackmailing you is best for you, then I will have to, but I don't like too."
"But-"
"That's the deal, wither tell him yourself, or I will."
"Fine Ange, fine, I'll tell him."
"Booth!"
"Not now!" Angela looked annoyed, then walked out, and Called Booth again.
""Booth, get in here!"