Me, Booth, and everyone back at the lab have sufficiently solved another case, so we all make our way to The Founding Fathers in order to celebrate. It always feels satisfactory knowing, as always, the facts provided have put away another person who does not deserve to walk among regular human life.
My drink sits in front of my on the bar. I cannot bring myself to enjoy it as much as I would like, and am uncertain as to why. I should feel good about myself using my years of excelled learning and skills to out away another murderer, but there is this over bearing feeling in my throat that I do not recognize. It is hard to swallow and I am worried.
And then I find the answer.
Angela Montenegro, my best friend, is sitting across the bar taking with Cam about the case. I catch a glimpse of her smile and that restriction and blockage in my throat becomes heavier and it is hard to breathe.
Somehow even though my airway is almost blocked, I feel irrationally… happy.
Angela turns to look at me and my body feels as though it can't move. I see her eyes- her irises are an indescribable shade of brown. She raises her glass of Brunello di Montalcino towards me and smiles brightly.
If it were possible for a perfectly healthy, caucasian, well off woman in her thirties to fall apart, I believe that this would be how the situation started.
