Epilouge!
"'scuse me, do you know where I could find Dr. Brennan?" A light, airy voice ebbed from behind the tall artist who'd found herself walking toward her office.
"She didn't show up for work today, but I think she'll be back tomorrow. Of course it would help if she'd answer her phone…" Angela muttered.
"Oh. She's with Booth, right?" The voice asked.
Angela turned around, a quizzical eyebrow peaking further up her forehead than normal.
"Who are you?" She asked, not in a particularly rude manner, just as a generally curious question.
"Deni Masters. I'm Dr. Brennan's new assistant." She stuck out her hand, which was met by Angela's warm grin and a friendly shake.
"Brennan told me all about you. Nice to have you join our screwed up little family."
"Thank you. And you're…Angela?" She asked, trying to bring the name to the forefront of her mind.
"You got it."
"Well I guess I'll just jump in where need be for today. I wish Dr. Brennan was here. But in all honesty, I think this will be good for her."
"Deni, you have read my mind." Angela smiled.
"I try, I try." She beamed playfully.
"Say, have you been down to the Diner of Fourth Street?"
"Not yet, but Dr. Brennan told me all about it. Apparently they have the best apple pie in the city." Angela smirked at the thought of it,
"She would..."
"I'm gonna go round up the rest of the crew and we're taking you out for lunch."
"And pie?" Deni asked hopefully.
"And pie." Angela smiled.
Already she could sense a beautiful new bond being formed…
Might turn this into a seperate story, who knows:)
~RMM