A/N: Ok, so there's a little cheese/fluff….ok, maybe a lot, but hey, I'm allowed.

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Booth opened his door and walked inside, immediately noticing the package on the table in his foyer.

*What the hell?*

He was pretty sure that hadn't been there before he left for Brennan's house, and it hadn't been with the mail. He dropped his keys and picked up the package very carefully. He checked it out a little, and, deciding it was safe, opened it up to find a little USB drive and a note. He stared at the USB drive for a second, sure that he had seen Angela with one identical to it just the other day, then looked at the note.

Booth, you should watch this before you leave. And by 'should' I mean if you don't I'll hunt you down and beat you over the head until you do. Also, same thing goes if you don't DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Now quit reading this letter and watch the video!!!! You have been warned!!!!

Cupid

*Ok, it's from Angela, but that still doesn't explain how it got here or what it is. I guess I will just have to humor her and watch whatever this is.*

While Booth's computer booted up, he got ready for bed, brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas.

*Ok, so what does Angela have in store for me tonight?* Booth thought as he plugged in the USB drive and opened the video file.

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Booth sat as his computer desk, completely stunned.

*She-she loves me? ME?*

Booth shook his head disbelievingly.

*No...no way. I'm not good enough for her! She's brilliant, and beautiful. She deserves someone who's at least as smart as her. Or someone who hasn't killed someone,* Booth thought, wishing he was good enough.

*I have to talk to Angela. This was her idea anyway...* Booth picked up his phone and dialed, not caring that it was past three a.m.

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Angela woke to the sound of her phone going off at 3:30 a.m.

*Who the hell is calling me this late?!* she thought irritably.

She looked at the caller ID, and, seeing it was Booth, immediately forgave him, knowing he would be freaking out more than a little.

"Hi Booth. Watch any interesting videos lately?" she asked in a completely innocent tone of voice.

"Look, Angela, is this true?" Angela nearly laughed at the hope and anxiety in his voice.

"What exactly are you talking about, Booth?"

"The video that mysteriously got into my house that had Bones on it saying she loved me. Is it true?" he asked, sounding anxious and slightly annoyed now.

"Yes, it is. It's just like I've been saying to both of you FOREVER, you're both completely in love with each other," Angela said amidst a fit of laughter over the expression she imagined on Booth's face.

Booth was silent for a moment.

"Ok... so what do I do?"

Angela laughed again.

"Well, when you see her tomorrow, give her a big, hot, steamy kiss!"

Booth chuckled a little bit at that.

"If I just kiss her out of the blue like that, I'm likely to end up on the ground with her foot at my throat. Unless she knows that I know. Does she?"

He went from sounding slightly amused to extremely suspicious in about two seconds.

"No, she doesn't technically know...but she did kinda get a video very similar to the one you got tonight..." Angela said, waiting for Booth's reaction.

"But how...who?" Booth sounded confused, but clarity came soon enough.

"It was Max, wasn't it."

It wasn't really a question.

"I'm guessing he handled the delivery into my LOCKED apartment," Booth said, once again more of a statement than a question.

"Hey, he had a key," Angela said defensively. "It's not like he picked the lock."

"How did he get- he took the copy I gave to Bones, didn't he?" Booth asked.

"Technically, he just borrowed it. Come on, you're not gonna bust him, are you?" Angela asked in a pleading tone.

"No, I'm not. But you know, he could have just handed it to me."

"Yeah yeah. I think you should go to bed now. You've got a busy day ahead of you," Angela reminded, hoping she could catch a front row seat to the fireworks.

"Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow, Angela." With that last distracted goodbye, Booth hung up the phone.

Angela smirked as she snuggled under her covers.

*I hope they're ready for tomorrow. They may just spontaneously combust, what with the amount of sexual tension they've built up over the years*

With this last amusing thought, Angela drifted off to a very interesting dream-filled sleep.

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Booth hung up from his conversation with Angela, still a little shocked over his new discovery, but thinking up creative ideas to ask Brennan out at the same time. Once he got over the shock part, he realized he couldn't really ask her out yet, because he would be leaving for a couple weeks, and that just doesn't make sense.

*I'll ask her when I get back,* he decided.

Having figured on a course of action, Booth went to bed, having also decided that he needed sleep before the emotional morning of goodbyes ahead of him.