A/N: For this and the previous chapter disclaimer: I don't own any part of Bones or Fox
Booth and Brennan got back to the lab arriving with the two victims from the scene. Hodgins trailed behind with his samples he took.
"I'm going to reconstruct the bomb." Booth rolled his eyes.
"The FBI does that. We've been over this."
"Well, I don't trust goverment agencies like the FBI, or their results. We've been over this." Booth didn't reply because he didn't have anything to say, he just wanted that conversation ended.
"I think we need to use the beetles for the burned bodies." Brennan put in as she swiped her ID card through the scanner at the platform.
"I hate when that's the first thing I hear from her arriving from the crime scene." Angela told Wendell who was carrying equipment. He smiled at her. She was snacking on some pickles, the jar resting on her slightly bigger belly.
"That is unsanitary." Brennan told her bluntly. Angela gave her a stare.
"I'm hungry and I'm waiting for my new program to install on the computer. So deal." She bit into a crisp dill pickle. Hodgins beamed at his wife. Booth even smiled at Angela. They were the only non squints there at the lab, they could always have that.
"What program?" Brennan asked as she put down her bag on a stool and pulled out a file.
"My new video cleaning software. Help cleans up damaged footage so next time I get some totally mutilated USB I won't have to spend hours trying to fix degraded images, this should speed the process." She ate another pickle. Booth was starting to get hungry too.
"Bones after you do your thing wanna get some lunch?" He asked once again.
"Sureee..." She was focused on the notes that she took at the scene. Booth shrugged her shoulders at Angela. He started flipping through his notes that he took from the scene. A transport crew carried a body bag through the door as the security guard slid his ID so they had access to the platform. They brought the bag up the stairs and Cam pointed to one of the tables indicating to put it there. Everyone looked at the black bag and the silent message passed between everyone "Bummer." Angela's face registered sadness and Hodgins wrapped an arm around her. Brennan snapped to focus and started laying out the remains. The crew brought the second bag and Wendell started to set up that body. Cam got on a pair of gloves and looked for any usable source of DNA.
"So lack of any other trauma indicates that the blast itself was the cause of death" Booth turned to the other victim.
"What about him?" he asked Wendell.
"Same thing, not even a knock on the head." Brennan looked up from the body she was working with,
"Hodgins, I think I'll need those beetles now." He nodded and retreated to fetch the flesh eating insects. "Angela will you be good to do a drawing?" Angela got up off the chair and put down her almost empty jar of pickles.
"Yeah I'm good for it. Do you know if anyone has anymore pickles?" Angela looked at Booth. "Hey you're not doing anything wanna go to the store with me to get some pickles?" He didn't say anything. "Good." She grabbed his arm and pulled him along. She was pretty strong. When they were out of earshot of the platform she spoke.
"I do need more pickles but that's not why I'm bringing you."
"Okay..." He trailed off so she could continue.
"What happened with you and Bren last case?" He should've known she was gonna ask at some point, after all they were best friends.
"She said she was ready to be with me but I told her I moved on."
"Bullshit!" Angela semi yelled. He was taken aback. "Sorry, I don't mean to yell but that's total bullshit Booth. We both know that you can't get over someone like that so easily. You're around her everyday, you know everything about her and she knows everything about you. You can't tell me that you're over her honestly." His eyes darkened.
"Angela, I know that you're her friend and all but there's nothing there. I have Hannah. I love her. And I can't drop that because Temperance may feel something."
"Even though you feel something still too?" Booth looked at the ground and was silent. "Booth, I know that you may have these feelings for Hannah, but, what you and Bren and have is one of a kind. And you know that she will never find a man like you." Booth looked at her.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do here Angela. I put myself out there and she shot me down, hard. I finally get to a point where I might just be able to start putting my life together after that then she tells me that she loves me? I'm so goddamned confused. Everything is just spinning out of control." His eyes swam with threatening tears of anger and pain. "I loved her, I still do. But I don't know what I'm supposed to do." Angela placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." He smiled a weak smile at her.
"I expected it at some point it's fine really." He ran a hand through his hair. "I think a baby is needing pickles!" He spoke to her stomach. They got in the car and drove to the store.