Chapter 2 – Coming Clean

Brennan had been distracted all day. She was flipping between the sadness she felt over Vincent's death and the happiness she was feeling about what happened between she and Booth last night…and in the shower this morning. She knew she needed to really focus, but every 10 to 20 minutes her mind would wander. They'd agreed that she wouldn't tell Angela until after Broadsky was caught, but Brennan knew if she saw her she would spill like Niagara Falls. Her best friend really had a knack for getting information out of people with little to no effort. Brennan's plan was to avoid her like the plague. She'd been succeeding pretty well but it was getting later in the day so soon Angela would have a search party out. Her last ditch effort was to hide by doing some research in the bone room. When Angela waddled in, she knew the jig was up.

"What is going on? Is this about Vincent?" Angela waited with her head tilted.

Brennan straightened up from the examination table and shifted on one leg.

'"Yes… and I got into bed with Booth last night…" She waited. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Angela resisted the urge to jump up and down, mainly because she was pretty sure she was way too big to accomplish the lift off.

"Because I don't want to yell hallelujah so close to losing Vincent!"

"I think I did it because of Vincent."

"Wait…what exactly happened after you…after you crawled into bed with Booth?" Angela asked, trying to contain her excitement. Brennan slowly smiled.

Suddenly, a focused Hodgins barreled through the door.

"I got the GC Maspet results on the bullet that killed Vincent…" He said as he grabbed a bottle from the sink behind them.

"Honey, no. Not right now. I'm sorry. I love you but go tell Cam. Go… Away… AWAY!" Angela yelled.

He was completely confused, but he did what he was told and hurried out of the room.

"Now… I want details." She said grabbing Brennan's shoulder and ushering her into the seats next to wall.

"I don't know… I was sleeping on the couch. I started dreaming about Vincent telling me that he didn't want to leave, and I woke up at around 4 am. I couldn't go back to sleep because I couldn't think of anything but him begging me to stay. "

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Angela put her hand on Brennan's arm.

"I needed to talk so I walked into Booth's bedroom, and woke him up. He, of course, told me that Vincent wasn't talking to me. He was talking to God or the Universe because he just wasn't ready to go. Then, I asked him if I could stay with him, and he told me that was what he was there for, wrapped his arms around me, and held me."

"Sweetie, I love you, but PLEASE get to the good stuff."

"I guess we kind of nodded off to sleep for a moment because I woke up wrapped in his arms. He was hugging me so tight that all of the sudden I didn't care about anything. I just wanted to kiss him. So I did. I just stretched up and kissed him on his neck. Then, I kissed him on his cheek. And when he woke up, I really kissed him."

"Oh, My God…" Angela grinned from ear to ear. "I can't stand it. FINALLY! So…don't stop there. Did you actually do the deed?"

"If you're asking if we had sex, yes, we had sex." Brennan tilted her head down with only a little embarrassment.

"And…?"

"What do you mean and…?"

"Was it good?"

"Angela!"

"Oh stop… don't act like we haven't had this kind of conversation before."

"But it's Booth…"

"Which makes it even more important. Especially, since you guys have been dancing around each other for years. Well?"

"Ok…yes. It was actually amazing," she paused and smiled. "So amazing we did it again this morning."

"Well hot dog! Now… THAT is news! I want to do flips but the kid won't allow it." Angela leaned closer to her friend. "Are you happy?"

"I think I am." Brennan stood up, walked to the examination table, grabbed the file on the ledge and opened it. "And now, we've got to get Broadsky off the street so the rest of us are safe."

"My thoughts exactly." Booth said as he suddenly entered the room carrying a cell phone and a list of Port properties. Angela and Brennan exchanged knowing looks. "What?" He said as he looked at the both of them.

Angela slowly rose from the chair. "I'm going to get on that right now, but first I need to find my husband and reassure him that my yelling had nothing to do with him." As she waddled out of the room, Booth looked at Brennan.

"So you couldn't hold it, huh?"

"What do you mean?" She said as she suddenly got very busy organizing the bones on the table.

"Don't even try it. You told her about last night."

"Ok…but she forced it out of me."

"I'm sure she did…" Booth moved closer to her, looked around quickly, and kissed her on her forehead. "I can't wait to bag this guy so we can spend some more time together." He whispered.

She quickly squeezed his hand. "I'm so looking forward to that." She whispered back.

"I think we can get him at the port. He's not as smart as he thinks he is."

"Well, what are you standing here for? " She said.