43. Dive
"Ange, why'd you bring us here? It's—"
"I know, Bren, it's a dive, but I want to talk to you."
"And, by talk you mean..."
"What happened between you and Special Agent Seeley Booth?"
"Can you at least try to get me intoxicated first?"
At that, Angela turned to the barman, smiling widely.
"Two shots please. Now, sweetie, if you didn't sleep with Special Agent Seeley Booth can I?"
"Would you stop saying his name like that, Ange, and no, no one is going to sleep with him, he's a jerk."
She watched as Brennan drank her shot, swiftly slamming the glass back down before motioning for another.
"Bren, what happened?"
"I hit him."
"You— what?"
"Oh, we also kissed the night he fired us."
"You kissed?"
"And, I left him in the rain."
"You— why?"
"Because we were drunk."
"Was he a good kisser?"
"Amazing."
"Then why didn't you sleep with him?"
"Angela—"
"You two have too much chemistry for it to just stop here, it'll happen eventually."
"I'm never working with him again, Ange, and I'm definitely not going to sleep with him."
One year later:
"I didn't think you were ever going to work with him again, Bren."
"Angela—"
"Hey, you don't have to defend yourself to me, he's hot just admit it."
"He's the best at his job, Angela."
"Whatever you say, sweetie."
Eight years later:
"Bren, you look gorgeous."
"I know. Thank you, for all of this, Angela."
"You're welcome, sweetie. Today is your day."
"And Booth's."
"Remember, after that first case, you said you'd never work with Booth again, and that you'd never sleep with him—"
"Angela—"
"It was clear then, Brennan, to every single one of us since the very beginning, it just took the two of you a hell of a long time to realise that you're meant to be together."