"So how was your weekend?" Angela asked. The thumping of Brennan's crutches announced her presence, and Angela didn't turn to make sure her assumption was correct.
"Fine," Brennan said. She was relieved Angela didn't turn and see her face as she answered the question. "What did you find out about the weapon?"
"I analyzed the pattern on the bones. The blade doesn't match anything in the computer. It may be custom."
Turning from the screen, Angela took a close look at her best friend. There was something different about her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Yet.
"Did you and Booth do anything special this weekend?"
"Watched some old television show. It had vampires in it. I found it fascinating anthropologically. In one scene-"
"Yeah, that's great, Sweetie," Angela interrupted. "Are you sure that's all you did this weekend?"
Brennan opened her mouth to make another comment on the television show, figuring it was a safe topic, when Hodgins stormed into the office.
"Oh, boy," he announced. "Have I got some great stuff. You know that particulate found in the wound? At first, I thought it was just a common ingredient used in knife handles."
"But?" Brennan asked.
Hodgins grabbed the controller from the desk and brought an image of the shard up on the screen. "It's walrus tusk."
"Walrus tusk can only be owned or acquired by Native Americans. I'll go tell, Booth." Brennan said.
Angela watched her friend make her way out of the office, a curious expression on Angela's face. Hodgins came up next to her. "Something wrong?"
Shaking her head, Angela turned to look at her husband. "Not wrong, just different."
"Dr. Brennan seems the same as she always has."
"Nope," Angela disagreed. "Something is different. And I'd bet money it has to do with her and Booth."
Hodgins eyes brightened. "A bet, huh? What do you want to bet? I'm always willing to start a pool."
"Twenty says she never leaves that apartment," Angela said.
Hodgins shook his head. "No way. She likes her independence too much. Twenty says she's out by the end of the month."
Smiling, Angela turned away. "You're on."
