It's been a difficult month away from the lab, but I could not just pass up another trip to Guatemala, especially when I was the requested forensic anthropologist to be on the digging sight. It was a generally informational trip, as I do still believe I learn more every day, but I am ready to go back to the lab and see Booth and Angela and Hodgins and Cam.

The flight back is comforting in the sense that I'm going back to a place of familiarity. I have never been one to side with psychology, but I believe when Sweets described the feeling of what is "home". I feel that.

Walking through the Jeffersonian garden and in through the front doors, I hoped a set of human remains would be there waiting for me to examine. I like to get re-acquainted with my place of passion after a long and sorrow-filled trip to a foreign country to identify victims of genocide.

When the doors opened to the lab, everyone was standing there, waiting for me to arrive. It's not like I am not used to the feeling of being welcome, but to see Angela there in her customized-to-personality lab coat, wavy hair, nearly fully dilated pupils, and large smile… that is when I really feel comfortable back in the lab.

I walk up to her first, in hopes of a long-awaited extensive hug and questions about how awful my trip was. I will tell her in full detail about it if she asks, because I will do (using an educated hypothesis) about 92% of the things she asks me. She is my best friend, and Booth told me that best friends share everything, so that is what I plan to do.

The embrace Angela and I share is tight. I have missed it. She's making odd sounds of what I believe to understand is excitement in my ear when her chin resides on my shoulder and to know I am missed by her makes my heart constrict and I begin to feel pains. Not unbearable pains, but ones that I can become accustom to.

As she pulls away, her lips brush my face, right below where I know the zygomaticfacial foramen is, and I hold a breath… and I want it to happen again. I cannot rationally form an explanation as to why I do, I just know.

When mentioned before where I quote that Booth explains friends tell each other everything, I believe I have to become adept to hiding this, for I am scared for what will happen if I do share.s