Ok, sorry for the delay-ish delay. I'm pondering on what to bring on a Philly Trip, and preparing myself mentally for five days straight of a crazy red-headed friend :D

Disclaimer- I don't own Bones, although if I did, every fan would love me

Please pick up Booth, Angela thought as she heard the ringing in her phone. She needed him to pick up, she couldn't just get Bren to believe that everything would be better with Booth after tonight if Booth wasn't there.

"Booth" Answered Booth, finally picking up the phone on its fourth ring.

"Booth, finally! I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner at my house tonight?" Angela asked, crossing her fingers.

"Um…. You've never invited me over to your house before without Bones, is she going to be there?" Booth asked.

"Hey, I can't just ask my sexy FB Eye candy to have dinner with me? Do I always need to have an ulterior motive, besides I just feel like you need some company" Angela retorted, purposefully avoided the question about whether Brennan was going to be over her house too.

"How'd you know that I feel like I need company? Did Bones tell you something?" Booth asked, scared that Angela might know too much.

"Booth, you're my friend, I can feel when my friends need some company" Angela stated evasively.

Booth sighed over the phone, Angela was acting like her usual slightly kooky self, and he knew that if he said no to dinner she would never stop pestering him.

"Fine Angela, what time?"

"8 pm sharp, and dress nice Booth." Angela said, then hung up squealing with delight that he had agreed.

Later On

"Angela, I've tried on at least fifty dresses, why can't I just buy one of those and go home?" Brennan whined. She had been dragged around DC all day. Angela had been taking her to all of her favorite boutiques, looking for the so called "perfect" dress. Whenever Brennan had picked out a dress, Angela would stick out her tongue and say something along the lines of "Sweetie, you want to turn Booth on, not remind him of his granny" where Brennan would splutter and say that that was not her objective. Angela would ignore her.

"Sweetie all of those fifty dresses you tried on were dresses that you picked out. You had your chance to pick a dress, now it's my turn." Angela said, grinning. Honestly, Brennan has such a gorgeous bod, why on Earth does she always wear the types of dresses that cover it up? Angela thought, shaking her head at her friend's naivety.

"But Angela……." Brennan whined.

"No buts Brennan. You are going to let me pick out your dress. You are going to let me do your hair and makeup. And you will wear five inch stilettos." Angela said, using the type of tone that mother's used when they were forcing their kids to do something.

"Angela! I am not wearing five inch stilettos! They cause bad posture, back pains and foot pains. And anthropologically, they are just a symbol of sex!" Brennan retorted.

"Exactly" Angela winked then dragged Brennan into yet another boutique.

I know, nothing amazing in this, but I just needed this chapter to set up for the next few. Read and Review.