The music of the club was so loud that the ground shook with the sound waves. The lights seemed to give the area a surreal atmosphere. Angela was dancing, trying to have the time of her life, but she was failing miserably. She kept thinking of…
No! Don't go there Angela. She chided herself.
No longer in the mood to dance, she headed to the bar and ordered a water, not wanting to cloud her mind with alcohol again. She took out her phone to check messages and saw one missed call from…
The Jeffersonian…? Weird, she thought. Maybe there's a new case…
She dialed her voice her voice mail and heard,
"I…uhhh…what the…?" she chuckled at Brennan's confused voice. "Angela, this is Dr. Brennan. I just wanted to speak to you. I assume you are, um, busy as you did not answer. That is quite fine, I am quite fine. What I mean to say…" the voice stopped and Angela chuckled a bit at Brennan's incompetence with technology. Her amusement died down, however, as she analyzed the message.
Why was she calling me this late at night? And from the Jeffersonian too…what could she possibly have needed. She said that she was fine, but she sure didn't sound it…and if she's at the Jeffersonian, immersing herself in her work…What was she doing today?
Angela racked her brain, trying to remember if the case that day would've had affected Brennan that badly.
Wait, she thought. We didn't have a case today. Brennan had Sweets' partner therapy with Booth…Booth!!! She finally realized what was wrong. Something had happened at that meeting that upset her. Finally given an excuse to leave, she headed to the clubs exit, got in her car and headed to the Jeffersonian. On her way there, she stopped at her apartment and grabbed two sets of clothes.
This might be an all nighter for the both of us…
Locking the door behind her, she decided to call Booth and see what had happened. A little insight going in couldn't hurt. She thought. She dialed Booth's number. It didn't even ring. He'd turned his phone off. Booth had turned his phone off. Booth NEVER has his phone off.
A bad feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. Looking up, she realized that she was in the Jeffersonian parking lot, and sure enough, there was Brennan's car. Angela got out of her car and headed into the building. The light was on in Brennan's office, so she headed that way. She was just about to open Brennan's office door when she heard her scream,
"Ouch!!!"
Angela burst through the door and what she saw shocked her. Brennan, Dr. Temperance Brennan, threw a bone, a skull to be exact, against her couch. Brennan stood there, seemingly shocked. So did Angela. Finally, Angela found her voice.
"What in the world…?"